Karken's latest activity
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Esota scowls from atop the rouncey she rides. The beast, by the name of Suretride, a boring, overly straightforward name if you asked... -
Valborast's face was sour to the saccharine, and would have made further expression of revulsion would it not rob him of his cigarette...
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Gentle as it is, Xen’s little jab elicits a pained groan out of her companion. Osytha feels the all-too-fresh ghost of that truly awful...
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Karken reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with
Knife.
CRACK Blood. A lot of blood. Redder than Roki's robes, redder than the tunic beneath Ketyl's puffy vest, redder than Lou's face when... -
He gets lifted up. Slammed against the wall of the hallway. Knuckles crash hard against the bone of his cheek. Whole world turns red as...
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Karken reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with
Hype.
Ketyl blinked, a second needed to feel the sting of palm against cheek. Lips fell, teeth were shown, and nose wrinkled at the half orc's... -
Red. Red. RED. RED! Eyes wide. Hand balled to fist. Breath filled up and spilled out. Hand loosed open. WHAM. Roki slapped Ketyl...
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Karken reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with Hype.
"No, Roki--" Lou was too late, he was already following after Ketyl, that look in his eyes. All her fault. He was hurt and it was her...
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Roki's eyes bugged out. Shook his head. Sprang after Ketyl. "Hey!" he called out. Walked right up to him and grabbed him by the...
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Cyd was left standing in the wreckage, long fingers rubbing sharp sting out of where the knife scratched her. Maybe, maybe if she...
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Anger is met with anger. Innis startles up like she's been slapped, reels on Osytha, frayed edge against frayed edge. Hands at her sides...
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Helena sipped her tea. Let's her own mind linger in the swirl of the steam. How it kisses her nose. Dew drops about her lips, as an easy...
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How annoying, that Syr Osytha takes her favorite cup. The one with the laughing raven, its beak tilted proudly up towards the sky. And...
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Something about the single-mindedness with which Innis pores through those notes makes Osytha’s chest tighten up even more. She’d...
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A deep cool breath. So swirled with all the weight of things. Bitterness. Sharp and acrid down to his gut. The buoy of his warm uncle's...
