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6 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
6 yrs ago
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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7 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
7 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
7 yrs ago
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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"I believe this is important. Shall we leave, then? Someone carry our host, I would rather not put her too near whatever this is".

Gritting her jaws in the windstorm, the bits of dust and debris whipping around her with some plinking off the scarred breastplate encasing her chest, Sakaala only narrowly managed to hear the titan of a man as he hefted his claimed prize with ease. She nodded, powerful teeth and maw still clenched while she set a tremendous palm to the knap of Lady Genevieve's robes, drawing her up to her feet and then over her shoulder whilst shoving aside bits of the fallen structure; positioning her over the left, she shuddered with a snarly, powerful tone as the torrent of rain set in upon her - of which was further stirred by the golden, wisp filled wind. Soaking her to the bone once again, she paused, but briefly...

With a motion of her head, she beckoned the other arcanist - an ally, for the time being - whilst standing beside the escape he had widened from burst window into tremendous gape in the house.

"I will be awaiting you." She said authoritatively before turning about and stepping off the ledge.

She fell, but the vortex absorbed much, if not all the impact and as she landed, the worst that came with the fall was the jar of the woman she carried; strong arm still wrapped about her as the numb one hung by her waist instead.

@ArenaSnow@Belwicket@IcePezz@Jon Y@vietmyke@Zero Hex
Interesting concept, @A Friend, and I will ponder it more in depth to see if my approach would meld well, if at all.
I am likely to post late this night or tomorrow - insight for those awaiting further responses.
I have actually had a day of sleep where I have not been awoken at random for no legitimate reason.
Hours, day in fact, had passed since the undertaking had began, and in spite of how fast the overland movement of beast versus man was - almost as though the wilderness abroad parted before it - there was much, much more left to continue alone all the same. It bode well that while the weather was favorable much progress could be made, but all the same it weighed upon the tremendous form; there was little time to rest, to recover, and the investure of so much divine power in the endeavor only further supported its importance. If time were not of the essence, then this "shadow-among-men" would get as deserved with the course of nature, but the urgency made this impossible. Even to sleep felt as though it cost too much time, no matter its necessity...

But the ordained figure, a legendary animal, was not easily swayed. It's dedication to the cause it was born to serve only fed further its resolve and amplified its power yet.
Interesting turn of events. I will likely contribute with our local seasoned beast-woman some time this night.

As for physical representations? Interesting approach.
@IcePezz, relevant to Isabeau's position, did she enter the collapsed room with Sir Erran, Sir Hepburnberg and Sakaala? It seems as though she is by Diagorides, based upon the last portion.
I will post today, just to keep my interaction and character moving.
I will add the commentary that I intentionally assisted with @RokkuHoshi's most recent submission on the grounds of their request. With the intention of - @ArenaSnow, @IcePezz - helping to establish and solidify the entry as remotely possible within the context of what little lore of the world that I myself know. From the start I acknowledged that the submission might suffer difficulties due to previous canon with dragons in the story.

However, at the same time I need mention I am strictly against multiple player characters per each player. Furthermore of my opinion, and mind you it is nothing more, I am of the agreement an enchanted miner, or child of a demigod, is unwise. Even a "shade" concerns me, largely because of my Dungeons and Dragons expertise. I do acknowledge the effort to "move away" from that design, but I admit it is potentially one of the "safest" and most versatile sources available - it is an excellent starting point.

In short, while I hold no authority, this is the insight I can and do offer for sake of maintaining this roleplay; too much effort by many has been invested into it to risk any damage such as retcons or uncharacteristic elements.
Interesting feature. Could prove amusing.
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