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4 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
4 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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5 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
5 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
5 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 voice my interest as well, @IceHeart, as this sounds to be more the variety of fantasy I prefer. As far as the world goes, could you perhaps describe the nature of tropes such as magic? As well as the roles you intend players to take? I imagine not all players would or should be various heirs, that there are others who can fulfill other niches such as ousted court mages, mystics who are sought out as advisers, former champions of the crown and the like, but I of course need ask.
Depending on the nature of what it is I am writing according to these varied tests, apparently I am some amalgam Lovecraft, Orwell, and Poe. These are all acceptable outcomes, even if I am skeptical that my writing is anywhere familiar to any of them. Not because I am modest, I am what I am, but because I see some relation as much as I do not. Perhaps then it is that variation which it reflected that is why or at least so my suspicion goes.
The more I come to know about the nature of the universe the more I feel to understand less of it. The more I come to intuition about it, the more I feel to understand more of it. There is this disparity I appreciate greater with time but only as I reflect on many perspectives of it. But how to come to this place the muse on it is difficult; all the noise and the distraction the world over makes it harder to see it clearly.
Pastel colors are easily my least favorite family of colors.
I have my suspicions as well but more than anything that it wants to talk is sort of... marvelous, in a way? Surprising intrigue if we are right about what it is. I certainly would not expect that of a module either.
When I was a cub, I found myself presented with many conflicts, both with the adults and the children of the time. One of the earliest was also exceedingly violent and resulted in my being stabbed with a pencil, which left a permanent scar, discoloration, and minor disfigurement on one of the phalanges.
Not to post twice but interesting turn of events. I will allow the more talkative characters first opportunity here to speak with it, seeing as it apparently wants to speak? I almost feel as if this might be a quest giving creature in itself, because this feels so out of place. Novel, that much I can say.
I have had the fortune of seeing skies that lacked interference from man-made light. How dark and seemingly infinite it is at night leads me to understand why some people are terrified of this. How large all of it is and how infinitely small man, in turn, is too.
I tolerate children reasonably well and for reasons I still do not understand, many of them demand my attention when I am present. It is everything to play and play-fight, although I admittedly am not supremely fond of children. It leaves me to wonder if those I do know that their children are not permitted to roughhouse or similar regularly. It is not as though they have wholly absentee fathers either or that I am often present. Perhaps it just comes with my demeanor as a patriarch.
It does all make perfect sense in the end in my case, @Chasebloodcrest, the lone difficulty seeming to be in the extent which I need confess and express finding me lacking in words to do it justice. A pleasure to know that some semblance of what I mean to convey carried over. As for us cats, we have a certain quality that I could believe leads people like your sister do collecting more.

I suppose I need render another fact too in order to be inline with, this time being that the earliest memories I can recall amidst the overwhelming blackness, are all related to cats as well.
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