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Osytha replied to the thread Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts.“Al-gurrah, eh?” murmurs Osytha. The inn’s silhouette is within sight, though without much in the way of defining features visible... -
Saskia Kerraelas replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.Help, yes, that is what she supposed she was here to do. Saskia glanced at Venla with a grimace, hoping she did not take unkindly to the... -
That flare of irritation reared it's head inside her, her gaze searing into him even if her face remained unchanged. She stiffened, not... -
Ione replied to the thread Private Of Sundered Beliefs.That flare of irritation reared it's head inside her, her gaze searing into him even if her face remained unchanged. She stiffened, not... -
It was odd to be considered living divinity, when all she had shared with the greatest Saint of all was a name and bloodline. Even if... -
Kaira Yehven replied to the thread Private Burn the Saints Inside You.It was odd to be considered living divinity, when all she had shared with the greatest Saint of all was a name and bloodline. Even if... -
The moment her boots left the threshold of the cell, she felt it. Her pulse kicked hard and fast, suddenly loud in her own ears, and... -
Volmar swings down out of the saddle, his black riding boots squelching between knee-high tufts of cottongrass as he leads his horse...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The moment her boots left the threshold of the cell, she felt it. Her pulse kicked hard and fast, suddenly loud in her own ears, and... -
"Ah...w-w—! Ah... Ah want et," "You want it?" Braise slipped down in bunches. Skin bared against the whispering grass about them...
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Frankatron-X reacted to Lucero's post in the thread Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win with
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It was the calm of digging for potatoes beneath soil that colder than the sun. It was the calm of mending socks, sitting on a stool, her... -
Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]."Ah...w-w—! Ah... Ah want et," "You want it?" Braise slipped down in bunches. Skin bared against the whispering grass about them... -
Momo considered the proposal with an appropriately thoughtful expression, his ears tilting mindfully as the orderly rows of apple trees... -
Momoshiro replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home [M].Momo considered the proposal with an appropriately thoughtful expression, his ears tilting mindfully as the orderly rows of apple trees... -
Volmar replied to the thread Private Of Sundered Beliefs.Volmar swings down out of the saddle, his black riding boots squelching between knee-high tufts of cottongrass as he leads his horse...
