1. Larka

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    Without much thought, Larka took back her bag of silver shavings, thinking that he only gave it back to her because he carried a bag of his own. Tentatively she took hold of the sword he handed her, feeling it's potency through it's scabbard that had her flinching and gritting her teeth. Her...
  2. Larka

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    The clasping of wrists was met with a grin. A real hunter, then. His much larger hand easily encased her entire bird-like wrist. Everything about her was small with the sort of stunted growth found within individuals who knew starvation more intimately than a best friend. For her hunger was like...
  3. Larka

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    Everything about her softened too quickly the moment Duncan smiled at her, consoling her outburst with the sort of experience that perhaps meant he had once been there before. Making a name for oneself before death found them first was never easy. Her hand left her sword and she nodded once...
  4. Larka

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    The moment she had set foot onto the road, a wraith charged towards her until Larka's silver eyes realized that it was only a horse. Raising her brows as white as snow, she took a step back, not stupid enough to run away but not smart enough to know how to gain the horse's trust. She looked down...
  5. Larka

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    Bones found between dormant bluebells green stalks and leaves had Larka inspecting them for damage. If there are been any flesh on them then scavengers had already taken what scraps they could get. The bone must have been a part of the arm, even if it was broken and it was hard to say for sure...
  6. Larka

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    Standing inside the footprint left behind by a giant, Larka did her best to keep her cool. Krakonoš were known to be forest shapeshifters, deciding between being as small as gnome, the same size as man, or as tall as a giant. This one apparently liked to turn into a large bear. The footprint she...
  7. Larka

    Larka

    “i was not born with roses in my chest to be afraid of thorns. i was born to bloom in spite of them.” -Vinati Bhola, “Udaari: a collection of poems” The youngest of farmer Yansel's daughters, Larka was the reason why her mother died during childbirth. She came too early and there was too...
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