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Krava'quiloor replied to the thread Private The Roe of Stranger Tides.Lock leaned enough, his ward like a bandolier pressed against him. Sniffed at the dog. He thought a little, and then braced himself... -
Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.She believed every word she spoke; what did the truth matter in the face of such vehement belief? 'You did,' he nodded, placing his... -
Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M].Daro Laloc had a mustache that reminded Hector of his uncle, Oliver. Eyes of a deep warm umber that carried that same pensive weight to... -
As the pair walked, the sun tried to pry its way through the clouds, but either the gray was too strong or the will of the sun just not... -
Aelius of the Dawn replied to the thread Private Stillwater.As the pair walked, the sun tried to pry its way through the clouds, but either the gray was too strong or the will of the sun just not... -
Garuda replied to the thread Open All Roads Lead to Hestio.Where 3693 Should Be It was a smouldering window which lead out to the arena below. A gap that let the grand structure of cruelty... -
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Rois Sinclair replied to the thread Private Your fangs, and mine.‘She'd probably hit you. Hard.’ “And I’d probably enjoy that.” This… bastard. Rois is (usually) very good at appearing to encapsulate... -
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Lucero replied to the thread Private The Lonely Heart is a Hunter.Oh…? Oh. “Shit,” Rois’s firmer shaking is enough to rattle Lucero’s brain inside her skull until things start making sense, everything... -
Oh no. Oh no, ohnononononono. She took the crossbow because to not take it might have meant they wouldn't take her along with, and she...
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silence reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Private The Lonely Heart is a Hunter with
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She is slow to rise, the weight of the situation has not yet come to chase away the aftermath of sleep, that would be addressed but not... -
Rois Sinclair replied to the thread Private The Lonely Heart is a Hunter.She is slow to rise, the weight of the situation has not yet come to chase away the aftermath of sleep, that would be addressed but not...
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'Least it's on,' Xen can be heard mumbling from somewhere inside her blankety cocoon. Arms encircle the devahni, trapping her, and for a... -
Verity reacted to Sabinian's post in the thread Private An Antidote for All Abnegations with
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"I believe you are correct," Syr Sabinian told Osytha, although he didn't add it had been a long time since he had read the story and... -
Momo did not answer immediately. The insult itself seemed to pass over him at first, not because he had failed to understand it, but...
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Only one shake of her shoulders was needed to have Lucero spring back into action, dazed, sleep still clinging to the corner of her...
