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SNOWSScouts Valkyria, Noctis
WINDSHunters Emil▼, Maude
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DawnYoung Pups Inari, Raksha
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TWILIGHTAdolescents Mabel, Jaime, Larionus |
DUSKGeneral Population Celeste, Finch, Andriel, Beltran, Senketsu, ★Undyne, ★Dirk, Vasily, Faolan, Mugen
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DAYGuests None
NIGHTRetirees Orion, Nevaeh▼
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SUNAllies Spirane
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MOONTHOSE AMONG THE STARS Heyel, Voltaire, Azrael, Isola, Andromeda, Jaeger, Maddox, Enderly, Yojimbo
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EclipsedEnemies Kattari, Grimoire, Blackthorne |
News - SUMMER
Summer has arrived. The world has been well at peace, and others seem to be trying to take advantage. They believe we are lazy and complacent. We are no such thing. Remain vigilante, friends and family.
Give your congratulations to Maiko. She has been promoted to Blizzard; she earned it.
We also have an activity check going. Please reply so I can make adjustments accordingly. Check will go for an entire month so we can hopefully capture everyone.
As always, if you have need of me, do not hesitate to find me.
-- Arturio
‡ = Pregnant | ☓ = Stolen | ♦ = Captive | ★ = Promotion Pending | Away | ▼ = Assassin | Δ = Apprentice
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My Soul Has Awakened
IP: 71.252.173.85
Posted on August 26, 2014 at 00:29:18 AM by Phaedra
She was not phased as he poked at her, signaling her to move. She did not move, not immediately, and her dark paw remained firmly planted. She did not react when he took his leaves out from under her, in fact, she seemed completely indifferent or even unaware of the situation at all. Her mind was capable of strict focus, and yet, her mind would often wander, be sucked into the madness of her mind and the altered state in which she lived, in which she existed every day. Her eyes saw a world so different than many others. She knew how the world could twist and turn, the true nature of light and the many colors of something so plain as her brother's leaves. Yes, there is a use for these leaves, the use of healing was one thing, and yet Phaedra found much more interest in the magic of mushrooms, as she slowly made a connection between them and their magic. A gift from the True Angel, certainly, they are always gifts.
"Do you? Experience is the only true answer." she says bluntly, her voice a mixture of mature dark tones, feminine in some ways and yet blended with a wild touch of male hues. She truly did not take after Isola, she does not hold a form feminine and a face of slender perfection. She took the strength of Kane, the exquisite muscled features and head more chiseled than a typical female. She had a unique look to her, and it only drew into the intensity of her gold and violet eyes.
He comes to sit before her, and her eyes do take in the subtleties of his form. Hadrian was always an odd one in terms of looks within the family. There was a little amount of grey among the siblings, and yet he was covered in it. He was indeed tipped in the red of Angels, touched with the color of white upon him as well. He reaches his muzzle out, and he was not met with any particular movement initially. It was as if Phaedra was naturally rigid, standing straight and tall as if it was the state she was meant to be in, and yet she could be fluid, a leaf in the wind when the magic pumps through her veins. It only takes the gentle reminder of her brother to causes her pupils to relax, feeling his own touch upon her sunset muzzle. She does not smile, does not give forth any particular emotion as she leans her own muzzle into his. He holds himself strong, and he is not to be taken to the True Angel as a feast or a sacrifice. No, Hadrian must be converted, brought to the True Angel a one to do her bidding- even if that is thought her, Phaedra. She allows her ears to sit forward and drink his words, her eyes attempt to not glance into the distance in a daze or get distracted with the constantly changing world.
"Of course- she can be seen by anyone who wishes to find her, and is of worth. Perhaps one day your soul will find her, in time. Would you be ready for such a day, dear brother? Would you be ready to experience true bliss?" she questioned, eyes turning sharply to him as she examines his visual queues. She gives no smile, no typical friendliness of grins and excited looks. She was not incapable of such, not unable, just in times she is one serious, and in others one most not, shifting and morphing with the constantly changing state of her mad mind.
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