Zephyrus the Priestess
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It was true; she wasn't a talker by nature. The only time she spoke was when it was something her body could not communicate. Speech gave less away and language could only convey so much. For this reason, she tilted her head and peered curiously-- maybe questioningly, rather-- at the Lord in Violet when he said "invitation" and "Hall of Sorrow", though she guessed that the latter was what the strange keep ahead was. The Drow had no memory of an invitation, much less to a Hall of Sorrow. -
Not for a second did Ayla's rigid muscles relax as she watched the man bow. That position would've left him easy to strike down, left him vulnerable, unless he had the reflexes and magic to protect himself... but, evidently, this man knew how to carry himself. Either way, it didn't seem like he was about to attack. He called himself "Lord", right? And that meant that he owned the domain. In response to his question, Ayla shook her head and her shoulders twitched in a tiny shrug as she forced herself to relax just a tiny bit. The beads, amidst the raven's feathers in her snowy hair, clicked sof
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yes Kuna I do read the tags tyvm lol
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Cold. She felt it biting at her being... if one could call it that. O Heartless One... The frigid nothingness surrounded her; that was all she could see and feel. Or had she simply gone blind, deaf, unable to smell? There was nothing but cold, cold, cold to pick up on. She could not even remember her name. My god, why hath thou forsaken me? Somewhere, somebody lamented. Perhaps she hadn't gone deaf after all... Or was she imagining things? Did I not serve you well? Am I not worthy of entering into your kingdom? The thought echoed in her mind. It felt like it was hers, that it came from her
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PSA: I might not be on as much anymore for a while. Classes have started again, yadda yadda. Or when I do come online, it won't be for very long. Just long enough to let you guys know I'm still alive. o/ Take care, folks.
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hi I'm here >< sorry, I wasn't paying much attention...
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The things I do for my brochachos
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Music and a clear voice guided Gunther to the practice studio. There, she saw Ringo at the drums, along with some of the other girls from earlier. This is a... not really my kind of song, she concluded lamely, as she stood at the doorway to watch while finishing her drink off.
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oh shite sorry okay 'm here lol
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A Collection of Baubles [CW][Poem]
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pls go ahead; that way I get more people to read my poems [: Also, 'm just saying for the next guy to post a comment or critique here: there's a Feedback thread for my poems. -
A Collection of Baubles [CW][Poem]
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"Nacht auf See" (alternative title: "Night at Sea", "A Two-Night Stand at Sea", "I'm bad at naming things sea", "I was sleepy when I finished this sea") Night envelops me like a lover. The song of crickets and men are drowned away By the shadowy sea rushing the shore. If I sit still enough, the howling gale kisses me With salty lips. ... Or was it the crisp tang of the jealous sea as it Slammed up high against the lonely stone pier Trying to reach me? Below me, the rumbling sky tumbled with the wind And caught silver shards surfing on its waves. On the horizon was an infinite host o -
tfw you learn you're probably sort of lactose intolerant but you really fking love your dairy
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Aaaaand there she went. Rolling her eyes, Gunther stood up and headed for the stairs with her drink in her hand. The floor with practice studios, right? She might as well get some singing practice in... And from the way Ringo tapped her foot, Gunther inferred that the girl had skill with drums. It's not like I have anything better to do anyway, she thought to herself, descending the stairwell rapidly, unfazed by how her drink splashed around in the tall glass. Only a fourth of the stuff remained anyway, so it wouldn't make a huge mess as she went.
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kuna make cameos from old Graterras RP C:
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LOTAD MONARCHY. #BetterLotadThanNever http://i.imgur.com/XFSjzSg.gif
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"I don't tell you what and how to drink," Gunther said, unfazed. She loved her milk-based drinks and didn't really care what anybody thought of her for it. The stereotype was that Russians loved vodka and nothing but it. On the contrary, and maybe partly because she didn't grow up there at all, she disliked alcoholic drinks. It was bad for her training-- at least, that was what coaches would say-- but she had an insatiable sweet tooth. Anybody who tried to criticize her for it she shut down quickly and without hesitation. In response to Ringo's next question, Gunther answered, after chewing so
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"I like the cold," she replied casually, looking the menu over. "I haven't actually been there a lot of times, and when I did go it was when I was still around... Three, maybe, so I don't remember much of Russia other than the cold." After some thought, she snapped her fingers and decided, "A cookies and cream milk tea. With a little bit of mocha thrown in."
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"In general, I just don't like the feeling that I can't move easily." Gunther looked for a sign directing them to the bar and followed it. "For some reason, being in tight spaces gives me that feeling. As for blankets, I don't always use them... But when I do, I kick them off ever so often anyway. Crowds applauding at my presence and performances? I'm game anytime; being in a crowd? Nyet. I'd rather be in an elevator."
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After blinking a bit, Gunther stared at Ringo like she had two heads. "That's crazy. Anyway, it's being in closed cramped spaces that I hate, not fear elevators. Who likes being in a cramped space where you can barely move anyway?" she replied, with a snort. She strode out when the doors opened, without skipping a beat and in no hurry to dawdle in the disgustingly small box.
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How many nicknames can this girl come up with in less than three hours even? Rolling her eyes, she decided to consent. ... and stood noticeably as far away from the sides of the infernal closed box as possible.
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Resisting the urge to laugh, Gunther kept a straight face. "You," she started, raising an eyebrow, "want to take the elevator rather than race me up the stairs?"
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With a finger twirling a few strands of her hair idly, Gunther stared ahead. "Suppose we could take the drinks out and look around some more." There wasn't a particular place she had in mind, but there were a ton of floors to check out in the building. And, if she remembered correctly, just as many that the attendant hadn't entailed or said that they could visit. Offices, probably? Floors for manufacturing things like merchandise? "Where do you want to go? I can't think of anywhere to start."
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the ship is going places
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A Collection of Baubles [CW][Poem]
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"Spürhund und Nacht" For Bonifacia "Bonnie", "Demon Dog Next Door", our beloved craycray beagle. A beautiful dog under the best kind of sky Funny furry floppy ears bouncing as the stars float by My baby, whose scent is it you pick up and follow? What does your little wet nose sniff in the shadow? Caramel with cream, patches of black You leap at a bark and watch for an attack. Then when you're braver, you howl in a song Rising and spiraling into the nocturne all night long You're my funny little girl, who barks at nothing in sight Jumping at or chasing after things going bump in the -
With a grumble, Gunther finished up and, opening the door ever so slightly and shutting and locking it quickly soon as both limb and bag were inside safely. In a few minutes, she emerged in an orange women's sweatshirt with the words "Muay Thai" printed on the chest and tiger stripes on the arms, denim knee-length capris, and the same sneakers she'd worn earlier. This time, as she passed Ringo, she held the penguin hat in her arms in such a way that it covered her bust area. She was silent. ... Up until she reached the door to the gym. "I still have the better body, so technically, we're even
