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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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And now back to the regular monotony, at least in part. If I can, I will share some pictures of the cats, but that depends on their quality.
The true question you should ask yourself, @Klezmer Griffon, is do you like cats?
@Pangusman, while I appreciate your interest and remark, the roleplay itself seems to be at a stand still yet. I am unsure what is going on, but I will likely be messaging @darkandstar tonight if we still have made no progress. It has been a few days, sadly.
The socializing with the big cats went well - a she-leopard being the most talkative of the lot, followed closely by the young male tiger. They were not impressed by the scores of gawkers, or really the children present, but it is amazing how once you start speaking their language that they become much more sociable and friendly. We went from chuffing, to brushing against the cage, to following from side to side, even having to show off the claws on a dead tree.

It is like people have never tried speaking to the animal in its own tongue. Not to mention the nonsense that people were saying that they were "evil" and "scary", mostly children, but parents should not be agreeing to that.
There are days where I feel the same, but more often than not I merely find myself lamenting that all of these things were dreams. Back to reailty.
Now that I cannot refute, @Carantathraiel. Fortune and favor just run in this industry I suppose.
@The Harbinger of Ferocity That sounds exciting! Your work sounds great, dear. <3


This is what I aim to do forever, but sadly for now it is only something I can do in my free time. All well worth it in the end though.
Another good day to be had here instead of the monotony. I will be visiting a different collection of big cats. A couple of days prior I had the opportunity to handle a few lynx and bobs, but the former was mostly handling me. Let us see how today goes with even larger felids.
In the plentiful, ambient moonlight, a silhouette shrouded in shadows moved nearer and nearer still despite its clearly ever growing scale. Whatever lurked in this wood was massive beyond a doubt, as large as a mighty steed but without so much as the disturbance of a lone stone or dry twig. Silence in its footfall, it followed the wind and the scent trail that accompanied it until it loomed in the darkness not far from a great, old oak whose boughs concealed the foreign presence. The vastness of the tree was specific, at least so to the illuminated gaze which seemed to dwell on its figure for a time.

Rousing itself from its concealment, the brush and natural illusion disappearing, it stepped over the sprawling vines and planted a giant paw firmly to the soil, looking over the scene before it wherein it could see a figure not too far under the tree's warding.

"You would not be welcomed here... and yet you are." The powerful voice shook the air calmly, undoubtedly enough so to stir her from her sleep. A divine sound, it certainly was not that of any man she had ever heard - being slightly growled, low and gravelly; a strange vibration accompanied it too.

The muzzle tilted, deadly sword-sized canines protruding from its jowls in the silver light of the moon, glinting with otherworldly keenness. It was a figure of some sort of feline beast, far larger than anything this forest could regularly sustain and certainly a monster of legend. The mixture of shadow and moonglow made it hard to discern, but there was no doubt it was a presence of another realm she was in; something primal, ancient and pure.

"Tell me, small one of mortal blood, why is it that you have been spared by this place and its inhabitants?" It said, making no effort to draw her out from her hiding place.

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@darkandstar, we should be good to proceed!
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