I have returned after a (in relative terms) short stint away from normal life... to include the Guild.
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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
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The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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One cannot live from anything except what one is.
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The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
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The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.
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The Harbinger of Ferocity
Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten
I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.
My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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Reality was not so awesome as we might think last time I checked.
Or at least mine and my exile to this seemingly endless desert.
Or at least mine and my exile to this seemingly endless desert.
I'm not sure bonestripping cold is exactly ideal; the wind will flense you if you're not careful, in part because the dryness, but oft because the speed and the sand.
On night where there is no wind, the environment can actually be enjoyed because there's little to no light pollution, high altitude, and dry air.
On night where there is no wind, the environment can actually be enjoyed because there's little to no light pollution, high altitude, and dry air.
We see so little snow despite our location nearest one of the few mountain ranges in the region, but we do see far too much wind for my liking. Winter, at night, with extreme winds delves into the negatives... and without fur to keep warm, it isn't a pleasant place to be for twelve to fourteen hours a night.
Deserts are fickle things.
Deserts are fickle things.
At least seasons come and go fairly rapidly, for both weal and woe.
I am no friend of the heat, but the desert is nice in the night; once the sun sets, the world comes to life here.
English heat wave? That sounds as strange as it should I take it.
English heat wave? That sounds as strange as it should I take it.
<Snipped quote by GarlandDaHero>
This is why I avoid group rps XD
The only one I ever joined here had this awful girl who would bitch about everyone being slow or inaccurate, then she wouldn't post because she had 'no idea how to respond'.
I think I offered to write her posts out for her before I left @_@
I cannot even begin to describe the lack of understanding I have for that situation.
Saw a person's character say that a man fell out of the ugly tree and hit all of the branches on the way down....while said character being a large cat person. Twas amazing.
Entirely a matter of perspective, @Rae Zer! Hah.
On a related note whilst playing an actual table top game, one player - our warlock - was struck by a wild hair of stupidity. Not only does he find a minecart that leads into the depths of an unknown mine and prove to hop in it, he hits most the party with it as he departs and then returns. It does not end there however, as he decides to sit there in the cart while it reaches scalding temperatures when our druid attempts to dismantle it (so it ceases to strike the party as it goes between its end and start points). The next thing we know, he's yelling "Cart bad, cart bad!" and attracting the attention of every single monster in the entire mine.
I've come to realize that people playing characters who are exceptionally stupid (Intelligence 6) use it as a fantastic excuse to truly do idiotic but equally amazing things.
I would appreciate you not pouring alcohol on me. Although I can appreciate the beverage, it is meant for consumption, not wearing; fur and plate mail do not mix well with beverages.
There is a certain rewarding comfort to sleep, of which there is no compare.
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