I know I will get sick at least once more before this season is over, but I am certainly not looking forward to it.
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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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Illness is not permitted in the thread. Now we will be forced to decontaminate it.
Either way I am eager to know in all due time, @ArenaSnow.
Again, if it was pure coincidence, it is perhaps one of the best moments of anticipation I have had in some time to see the outcome of. I doubt it will disappoint no less.
Again, if it was pure coincidence, it is perhaps one of the best moments of anticipation I have had in some time to see the outcome of. I doubt it will disappoint no less.
With joyful predatory glee the green eyes shown bright, burning with a resurgence of supernatural vigor; wide and fierce once more, a heart stirred by the scent of blood and the lick of injury, they held within incredible intensity beyond that of mere human capacity. Whether it was fate, divine providence or mere chance, the demon had chosen to retreat and of all things to find itself in the sights of, it was none other than the killer stare of a concealed foe, lying in wait. Raving with a second wind both physical and spiritual, the work of the soul-magic Incarnum, the beast struck out from just above and before, all without warning - claws splayed like rending hooks and jaws thrown wide to devour.
Had Artholath known the savage, the Beast-Among-Men, had been stalking him it was likely this choice would not have been made so recklessly; a foe best not toyed with. In a way, it was by fortune of Zargon's sudden departure and the shadow's banishment the wizened barbarian had slunk to the shadows to prepare his next attack and lick his wounds; both of which he did, to great success with the mystic assistance from within. Yet this? This was an unexpected and certainly grand prize - the prey driven full force into claw and fang.
Now, thrown upon the fiend at great speed - as though the darkness before had taken pantherine form - "The Red" called for blood with a primal cry. Booming, it threw ash, debris and dust in the wake of the blindsiding attack, executing with calculated precision; the sort born of beast, man and something... more.
Yet this was not the worst of things...
Here there was nowhere to run, no where to flee, pressed into the fatal funnel; the Mamluk with sword brandished and overcome by the zeal of battle, the scorched stone walls with heaps of collapsed structure, and the unforeseen assault that would strike him with the condensed rage of a hurricane of rending talons.
Whereas Zargon had shrunk away with wounds to long remember his enemies by - ones of crippling, maiming injury - Artholath was likely not about to be so lucky and this moment was perhaps the last "all or nothing" the heroes here would see unless fate proved to be merciful.
@Jon Y@Letter Bee@The Fated Fallen@IcePezz@ArenaSnow
Had Artholath known the savage, the Beast-Among-Men, had been stalking him it was likely this choice would not have been made so recklessly; a foe best not toyed with. In a way, it was by fortune of Zargon's sudden departure and the shadow's banishment the wizened barbarian had slunk to the shadows to prepare his next attack and lick his wounds; both of which he did, to great success with the mystic assistance from within. Yet this? This was an unexpected and certainly grand prize - the prey driven full force into claw and fang.
Now, thrown upon the fiend at great speed - as though the darkness before had taken pantherine form - "The Red" called for blood with a primal cry. Booming, it threw ash, debris and dust in the wake of the blindsiding attack, executing with calculated precision; the sort born of beast, man and something... more.
Yet this was not the worst of things...
Here there was nowhere to run, no where to flee, pressed into the fatal funnel; the Mamluk with sword brandished and overcome by the zeal of battle, the scorched stone walls with heaps of collapsed structure, and the unforeseen assault that would strike him with the condensed rage of a hurricane of rending talons.
Whereas Zargon had shrunk away with wounds to long remember his enemies by - ones of crippling, maiming injury - Artholath was likely not about to be so lucky and this moment was perhaps the last "all or nothing" the heroes here would see unless fate proved to be merciful.
@Jon Y@Letter Bee@The Fated Fallen@IcePezz@ArenaSnow
An alley will prove no safer, this much I can assure you...
An unfortunate place to find one's self in this scenario, really. I am unsure if that was intentional or not.
An unfortunate place to find one's self in this scenario, really. I am unsure if that was intentional or not.
This is open once more.
Who now are we awaiting?
Good evening, albeit I will not be about to enjoy the festivities. This noted, I hope you all have that fortune in my stead.
I will be about this weekend, as I work both tonight, the holiday and the day after. There is no time away from these duties.
uh welcome back, Fero! ^ ^
Thank you, Carantathraiel, it is good to be back.
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