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Diaz replied to the thread Private Shadows Trailing Behind Beasts [M].Pity. Disgust. Good eye contact He snarled. Then without his muzzle. Teeth bared, eyes glinting like knife points. All the hot haze... -
Lucero replied to the thread Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M].For that half second, Lucero’s smile is ever wider, her eyes radiant like dawn after a long, cold night. For that half second, she... -
silence reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M] with
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… The non-speaking aspect was perhaps far more important. And she is speaking again. In real time Lucero could see the ebbing of... -
Rois Sinclair replied to the thread Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M].… The non-speaking aspect was perhaps far more important. And she is speaking again. In real time Lucero could see the ebbing of... -
Sabinian replied to the thread Private An Antidote for All Abnegations.There had been a lot of time spent examining carrots and cabbages, sun going up higher and higher in the sky, air getting warmer, the... -
Lila Lacrimosa replied to the thread Open A Weeping Night.A successful hit by Mathis, the crab reacted from instinct, not a calculation. Lila hoped that meant this were more beast than a being... -
“Am not—!” “Er…” “Are too! Are too!” “’Ey now—” Little Isabelle’s face screws up with indignant rage as she begins to yell...
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Rinrose Fainlight replied to the thread Open Emergency Ordinance.Having direction in life was a godsend. Whatever thoughts had began shattering the foundation of Rinrose's mind were washed away by the... -
Evensong managed to get one step ahead of Forbitter, propelled by Sabinian's unsaid duty. Field Sworn of the Wylds, Sabinian had a soft... -
It’s quite a change which seems to come over Syr Sabinian there, as he stares at that revenant cow. Something tender enters the man’s...
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Taut shoulders relaxed enough that no one could accuse Sabinian of having a broomstick up his tush, though his posture matched a royal's...
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“Wear gloves, Syr Osytha.” “I’ll find some clean ones right away.” Osytha glances up to the man. “I appreciate it, Syr Sabinian.” They...
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Woman looks a little nonplussed for a second there. Of course she has Forbítter? She needs a horse. Forbítter is a horse. Forbítter is...
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Like a dark storm, Sabinian raced out to the stables. He believed Syr Cymbaline meant no harm, he believed she meant to do well by...
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Word spreads quick through the monastery. When Osytha was much younger, she’d thought the Knights were many things — brave, wise...
