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going to throw my interest in here.
not the most confident upon my availability, but, never know, so anyways.

didnโ€™t see a reservation for Bast/Bastet โ€” โ€˜less I missed it โ€” however not sold upon a face claim as of yet.
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If ever should you come across one of these fabled apparitions within the gloom of the night, look not into their eyes that are aglow in spectral white or demented hellfire, these are the glimpses of deadened things prowling about in the shadows on the rattling chains of the dead. And should one ever cross your path, turn away at their presence, for fables tell of those who perish one year, six months, three days, two hours and one minute to the day they see such a horrid thing. Standing betwixt glamoured constructs and guarding ancient pathways and ley-lines festooned in acclaimed magics and forlorn souls lost wondering and held to the world; the Crossroads of reality and veiled existence. Black dogs are storied through watered down tales and lore, so often that their origins are muddled between Celtic, and Germanic elements of various cultures, but a constant remains they are famed as a portent of Death and ill wanted. They herald omens of change, death, illness and misfortune to mortality. Such follows their wake even into the Underworld wherein many are christened as Guardians; some told of would-be reapers that sing a funeral tole on the winds of the dead souls that call for their dues.

In whichever fable is held to a token of truth, it varies upon the tale told and the whispers uttered of their creation and conception. Secrets and lies are afforded in spades to the protection of self and life, uttered by either man or canine. Electrical storms rampant on a too-silent night will foretell a cruel malevolence that bears fang and claw on any victim, usually upon a moonless cycle where the shadows impart briefly to allow black dogs to roam free without the tethers of their once upon masters and would be keepers.


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been busy and bored lately with no time to write. sometimes i write conceptual blurbs and create small things to fill that void of boredom. i've always wanted to submit some of my works; concepts of characters or stories of some such. even some that pertain to fandoms. but, anyways.
@Lord Wraith โ€” big fan of your settings. sadly I donโ€™t have time to apply. will be reading along though! keep it up.
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had tons of fun with this. i found the character sheet and decided to take elements from there. hope you like it. โ™ฅ
@alimariloasun โ€”- thatโ€™s wonderful to hear!
Sounds good. Anything is possible in the Wal. Keep in mind that your character is currently being kept as a prisoner in Smiler territory, though.


hell, even better. Iโ€™m pretty much decided at this point.
Iโ€™ll start working on the CS and have it up within this week.
so cool.
i've a few character ideas milling about. leaning heavy towards the cult angle though.
@alimariloasun
focus on your recovery! i'll be looking forward to your return.
get well. โ™ฅ
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