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    Private Show me your hand

    It was almost instinctive, she reached for the pipe, putting it to the side of her lips as she inhales sharply, letting the smoke slip from the other side as she holds it in her hand, twisting it around like a fidget toy, careful not to lose the contents as her eyes fall slightly. Hmm. It slowed...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    "One." is what Xana would say. But, as Hama would quickly learn, it wouldn't be enough. Because once the roti had reached her mouth, she devoured it almost as quickly as it was given to her. The server of the bread's smile curls into one corner, probably not seeing someone as ravenous before. A...
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    Private Show me your hand

    "We can." She slides unceremoniously off the chair, reaching her arms up for the sky and stretching, her tail twitching as she pulled her arms up, standing on the tips of her toes, before she relaxed back with a contented sigh. Xana didn't take his arm. But Azurul probably knew that. Her...
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    Private Show me your hand

    The pipe comes to her lips, and she sucks a little bit of air, letting the heat hit her chest, and the subtle rush, and fall sit. She holds it for a moment, before releasing her breath in a hiss, the trail of smoke sliding from her mouth slowly, swirling idly into the air. She twists it in her...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    This sounded like some hippie bullshit in Xana's mind. Doing her best to conserve her emotions, she didn't speak. But man, she wore it like it was the latest trend in fashion. Instead, she started to focus on inciting something further with Amansi. Because that's what antagonistic teens do. "She...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Xana was not amused by Hama's interpretation of her tribe. She may no longer be welcome there, but it was still her tribe. It was still a part of who she was, even if she wasn't wanted. So, like any other Miori, her ears fell flat to the side of her head, spanning out like an airplane, in...
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    Private Show me your hand

    Xana's nose scrunched, like Azurul just offended her greatest ancestor, her ears spanning flat, resembling the wings of plane, before they twist and turn back around. The gold in her gaze rolls to the sky in a gallantly exuberant fashion, before they return back to the hare. And the funniest...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    It was beautiful, don't get her wrong. There was an enchanting aura to the way the winds danced between the robes, the shine of kindness that shimmered on the edge of a fanged grin as people waved. The laughter was the bells of this town, and it rang loud and clear- as if declaring it's...
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    Private Show me your hand

    There is a pause, the glint of gold in her gaze sitting on the lightless liquid before her, as if searching for an answer. Her lips press together, lost in thought for a moment. She shook her head- eyes flickering back up to Azurul, with a soft, warm light, before it burns into a brighter fire...
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    Private Show me your hand

    The show was over, it was a hit. As always- and usually, after a show, there was room for celebration. Networking. Typical lackadaisical time-killing before their next adventure. Debate over what to buy, what to pay out maybe- usually there was some sort of beer. Except for that black rum that...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    The moment that Hama walked past her, she looked to the guard that followed him. Her eyes squinted, eyeing them, and very childishly, she stuck out her tongue, her ears flattening, straight like the wings of a bird. A truly comical look. Served him right for being a jerk. She pulled her tongue...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    "..." Okay, well, now Xana felt like an ass. Her ears split and flatten towards her skull, like she had been scolded by an elder, a visible, discernable wince that twisted one corner of her mouth up and made her nose wrinkle. Ah- so the goddess bleeds after all. Trying to swallow her dignity...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Her nose wrinkled a bit, gold eyes glancing with suspicion. The pristine (as she perceived it) nature of his clothes. The markings on his face. The way he stopped the sword. Those eyes slide up and down, inspecting him for every small little detail, every possible spot something could be hidden...
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    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Luck was never her friend. Neither was time. Together they conjured only the most inconvenience and anxiety wrecking energy that a young lady could endure. If- you know, you could even call her that. In a time before she would become known as something far more illustrious and grand, she was...
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    Xana Mior

    In the corners of Suldraza, where the sun doesn't touch- it is said to be wary of the Jackals. Opportunistic, resourceful, and cunning, they're said to be wonderful additions to any home. That is- until a black one is found. Said to be cursed, they are said to be the harbingers of death. When...
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