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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 will contribute something this evening to come, though there is little for for Brannor to do. Either way, good to have progress so and that the plan thus far is in our favor, disguise and all included. If there is anything particular you wish me to note, please do tell.
Any others intending to post? Seems like we have reached the point of drought there, which is not to our favor. While I understand some have been busy, this is an increasing gap and span of time.
I speak to animals and plants, often developing personalities based on their qualities and demeanors. While this may sound strange in concept, I feel as though they all have their own personality and being of sorts. Some are more subdued and less personified; the graas is less exciting and interactive than the flowers or the tree.
Welcome to the Roleplayer Guild, @Haeronwen. Should you have any questions, feel free to ask around wherever you see fit or join us on the Discord for more timely responses; just about everyone is willing to help, myself included, so do not hesitate at all. The news that you discovered your new hobby, roleplaying, then decided to come here is a welcome turn of events and it is always a spectacular revelation to realize just how different and dynamic writing can be with others than by one's self.

I would absolutely suggest browsing about and getting a feel for what topics might be of interest to you, dedicating to what you can where you can, but not spreading yourself too thin until you have a sense of the forum's dynamics and pattern of behavior. This noted, as I so often state to those who join us, note that a large part of the community is made up of students and thus it has a cycle of activity that mirrors it.

All in all, thank you for joining us.
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What more need I say? I am simply, in all aspects, stuck out of space and time in one way or another.
Posts are rare.
There, alongside the wildflowers, are many sunflowers which I have been tending to. The hope is that they will form a nice field to provide a minor natural barrier for the wildflowers, which with any luck will overrun their current limited area and begin to take further expanses on out. I am curious if the so-called "Mammoth Sunflower" will in fact be the largest, but last I had read they produce blooms up to a foot across and might grow to the height of fifteen feet.
Death is not so bad, depending upon one's life, I suppose.
"No, not a loss at all! I merely worry for them if what they say seems to be true. Being captured or being led on to so soon does not bode well for our quest!" Lord Beaduric noted as they began on their way into town to find the captain of the guard or at least one of his more seasoned sergeants, listening all along to his company as they kept in time together. The majority of people moved out of the way, but the nobleman paid that less mind as he did the dwarf's logic about how the "rogue" was going to lift a bit from the coffers of the very people he was to be interviewing. Granted he knew not this person well, or the sturdy bearded fellow with him, but he theorized there had to be some rationale to call him a vagabond, criminal, and thief.

"That is of course assuming they are none too keen of mind." He began, stepping past and around a few of the crude stalls of the markets people had set, predominantly filled with women trying to sell their simple wears while their husbands were off at work upon their share of the crop. Children darted here and there, acting both in play and as couriers, but he carried on in conversation all the same, "Perhaps if anything they might simply be getting a thought of who to relieve of their wealth, if any. But I note it might not be so transparent or sinister; they are not alone after all."

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