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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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"You leave me with no choice, friend." The great man's figure postured slightly with a shaking of his head side to side, sending his roughly cut ebon hair swaying while he spoke in grave tone.

Eyes threatening with fearsome resolve, even while fixated upon the man who drew nearer now with blade unsheathed, there was a moment of calm before true combat was met; a single ringing blow sounded out as a hit was scored upon the dragon's scales and the scent of spilt blood ran stronger than that of before - crimson spattering to the dusty, thirsty earth. The air to Branor tasted of iron and there was no doubt that the point of no return was entirely behind them all.

The guard lunged, stabbing forward with cold steel, but the profile of his foe suddenly narrowed before him; the exile rotating his body out of the way, the guard carried on the attack then only to be struck by a vibrant bolt of purple energy at chest height. Staggering slightly, his attack completely thrown by the defender's motion and the unexpected shot, he was unprepared for the avenging blow the prisoner returned.


Stepping in and striking at the same time with familiar ease, the far larger of the two lashed out with the blunt of the mattock where it was affixed to the wooden shaft at its head; the broad blow aimed directly at the guard's chest, it was set to send him sprawling to the rocky floor if it connected strongly or at least create some room to fight in. Following with unnatural speed, the weapon and its wielder shifted its momentum immediately after the shunt, drawing back in and hammering down with the biting end of the heavy tool coming from above. If it landed, it was a crushing strike with the fiercest portion of the tool turned weapon and one that would even tear through sturdy plate with ease.


All that the "savage" could think of clearly was the scent and how it drove him to unleash a terrible blow upon the other man before him. Narrowed eyes shifting only for a moment in instinctual response to the movement, he shot the frail man and his rallying escapees a vicious glare, then returned to his grim business, drawing back from his attack and setting to ready at arms.

@darkandstar@EruditeAssassin@Hekazu@VKAllen
At least we have established that @Mahz's dice have as much a sense of humor as real dice, @VKAllen.
I can only begin to imagine how she even attempted this, then failed at it. I mean she did say nothing and they cannot see her given how well concealed she was, so I think fate found it amusing to take those factors into consideration in the most literal of senses, @VKAllen.
I have a post readied for when @VKAllen and @darkandstar are complete with theirs, but it might be all I can contribute for the night if it manages to find itself back to me.
Sounds quite exotic, @Carantathraiel. I do not even recall the last time I had pizza.
I am unsure if the greasy pizza will make things better or worse, then again I do not eat pizza so I am not reasonably an authority on the matter.
That it is, and I can only hope that yours is too, @Carantathraiel. One of the few days I actually have to myself and nothing else.
What a strange world we find ourselves in then!
I have different feelings upon the matter of remarking about lacking in posts. Some people need a reminder that a group of others are awaiting them, and it adds the sensation of importance and priority; that they need act. This can work for good and bad, either feeling like undue pressure upon those who might not be at fault, and as a means to keep those who might not be prioritizing well that they are being inconsiderate to other roleplayers. In short, one knows if they are busy or simply not paying the graces they owe.

You of all people, @IcePezz, operate well with transparency. I doubt anyone here credibly believes you are "the reason we have a couple of days without posts".
An entirely different matter, I managed to convince my friend to consider another commission in her down time. I will indeed have more feline portraits here soon enough.
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