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 30, 2014 at 11:50:58 PM by Phaedra
She comes and goes from Diveen, like the very seasons themselves. She does not believe that Diveen is a land naturally holy, oh no, but it is a land in which she was born from, and a land her eyes first fell into a world so different, where her eyes fell upon something pure and simple. To this day she still does her bidding, does her calling and does it with diligence. She does not have time to linger aimlessly in Diveen all the time. No, that is a waste, if no one will listen to her word, if no one will taste true enlightenment, then they are not worth her time. It was simple, but yet time has not be all lost as of yet.
She sits in a spot that is hers, a spot where she has not moved in a long while. She lays upon her golden belly, and snow had fallen around and on top of her dark fur. She was a thing of muscular mastery, a thing lacking in feminine features, taking strongly after Kane, with a voice even deeper than the typical female in her family. Her eyes of striking violet and gold stared into the distance, stared into the white covered land that wasn't really so white. White had many different colors, this she knew, but truly in this moment, and for the past many hours, her mind was in a meditation, a trance of sorts. She saw many things in these moments, her mind had been naturally distorted since puppy hood, and her imagination was a thing most...wild like her very soul.
At first she does not stir when she hears the howl of her mother. It seems to blend into the landscape, bouncing off each delicate, untouched flake of snow on the ground. She was covered in snow herself, a statue almost, and she had learned to relish in the cold. Eventually an ear twitched, her mother's song processed. Her grand form lifted, like the sun itself rising on a dark horizon, climbing to the call, to the den of mother and father, souls that surely need to be saved in time.
Her eyes are greeted by her mother and her sister, feeling something, a special energy of sorts coming from her younger sister. Her sister had not been completely the same as of late. No, things had happened to her, things that altered her aura and energy, if but subtly, as well as that marks upon her fur. The sunset woman with a distinct lack of emotion other than growing concern pauses before them. She examines them both, her eyes cold and warm all the same, but in the end pausing directly on her sister. She did not know what was said, she only knew what she saw, and yet, Phaedra sees things in a way most strange.
"You do not shine as brightly as you used to, dear sister. You allow it to taint your aura, your very color," she states firmly. It was a statement potentially seen as harsh, and yet it was simply her way of showing she cared. She wanted her sister to shine brightly, and she must inform her sister so she can strive for brightness and luster. She turns her head to her mother, eyes still firm and face unphased.
"Dearest Mother, what is it that you need? You voice is one of calling, one that cuts wind and travels past the muffle of snow," she stated as she sat upon her haunches. For not a moment was her form not stiff and rigid, held high and mighty almost as if she could not do so, snow still covering her form. She was here, yet her mind would not allow her to linger for long, for the call of the True Angel was always right around the corner.
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