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Momo's grin only grew as Osytha explained the finer points of scrumping. “So there are rules,” he mused, giving her hand a gentle swing... -
Momoshiro replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home.Momo's grin only grew as Osytha explained the finer points of scrumping. “So there are rules,” he mused, giving her hand a gentle swing... -
“The way tha say’st that,” Osytha retorts, “en’t exactly discouragin’ me from findin’ aht.” Leaning in close with his voice low in her...
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Momo’s acute observation on the algebra of culpability is well-recieved, leaving Osytha to nod along in satisfaction. He gets it, see...
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Momo's ears tilted at Genevieve's explanation, though his attention remained fixed on the girl. Vaporizing anything undead until the... -
Momoshiro replied to the thread Private Your fangs, and mine.Momoshiro watched him for a moment, the faint smile still resting on his face. There was something almost amusing about it. Rois had...
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Momoshiro replied to the thread Private Tindercreek and Tillvale.Momo's ears tilted at Genevieve's explanation, though his attention remained fixed on the girl. Vaporizing anything undead until the...
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Osytha replied to the thread Syr Osytha of Hræfn Leah.A POSSIBLY USEFUL GUIDE TO LEAH DIALECT OR: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS SHE ON ABOUT? GENERAL NOTES THE NOT-SO DEFINITE ARTICLE You will see... -
More giggling with her legs in the air; a strange laugh of pain, from his fingers kneading every hardship out her feet until they’re... -
“... Everything would have been ok if you had controlled your need to know everything.” Maybe it was a woman thing. Maybe it was a...
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Rois Sinclair replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.“... Everything would have been ok if you had controlled your need to know everything.” Maybe it was a woman thing. Maybe it was a... -
The Vagrant “Be careful in the company of monsters that you don’t become one.” Brief History The man who would eventually become a...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.“Right…” Whatever ire Rois manages to scrape together seems mostly lost on Osytha, who’s absently tying off a gauze wrap around her...
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More giggling with her legs in the air; a strange laugh of pain, from his fingers kneading every hardship out her feet until they’re... -
He wastes no time; the man is late. Whatever he feels towards Osytha and the stars that were slowly fading in rainy-sky eyes from the...
