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TOPIC | Give me a dragon, I'll give you [HIATUS]
@Solcie
For Mundy:
Desert dust, rusted equipment, the motionless sun overhead. The long trail, the dead path, sweat and grease and wiry reflex. The summer campfire, smoke and bone, the siren song of the hunt. The flowing plains, the hawk’s cry, and the lost lover. All things broken but always usable. A challenger’s warcry, fast footwork, sharp laughter. Eyes never broken in their focus. The longing for that which will never be again.
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@Solcie
For Mundy:
Desert dust, rusted equipment, the motionless sun overhead. The long trail, the dead path, sweat and grease and wiry reflex. The summer campfire, smoke and bone, the siren song of the hunt. The flowing plains, the hawk’s cry, and the lost lover. All things broken but always usable. A challenger’s warcry, fast footwork, sharp laughter. Eyes never broken in their focus. The longing for that which will never be again.
For Mundy:
Desert dust, rusted equipment, the motionless sun overhead. The long trail, the dead path, sweat and grease and wiry reflex. The summer campfire, smoke and bone, the siren song of the hunt. The flowing plains, the hawk’s cry, and the lost lover. All things broken but always usable. A challenger’s warcry, fast footwork, sharp laughter. Eyes never broken in their focus. The longing for that which will never be again.
@Kryda
For Aasa:
The summer’s peak, the light’s zenith, the great midday shrike. The flock of sparrows that winds through the canyon, the musician’s lullaby, the snap of a dancer’s fan. Kind smiles, sharp hidden eyes. Spun sugar and frosting, sweet tea and gingerbread. The open market, the closed palace, the lover waiting on the balcony’s edge. The overture and the entrance. The ones who wait by the window, ever searching past the horizon’s grip.
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@Kryda
For Aasa:
The summer’s peak, the light’s zenith, the great midday shrike. The flock of sparrows that winds through the canyon, the musician’s lullaby, the snap of a dancer’s fan. Kind smiles, sharp hidden eyes. Spun sugar and frosting, sweet tea and gingerbread. The open market, the closed palace, the lover waiting on the balcony’s edge. The overture and the entrance. The ones who wait by the window, ever searching past the horizon’s grip.
For Aasa:
The summer’s peak, the light’s zenith, the great midday shrike. The flock of sparrows that winds through the canyon, the musician’s lullaby, the snap of a dancer’s fan. Kind smiles, sharp hidden eyes. Spun sugar and frosting, sweet tea and gingerbread. The open market, the closed palace, the lover waiting on the balcony’s edge. The overture and the entrance. The ones who wait by the window, ever searching past the horizon’s grip.
@frightbot
For Amie:
The cold wind and the clear path. The marble city in the north, old statues, sharp steel. Heavy clothing, old books read by firelight. The tracker’s instincts, the drawn bow, the sudden resolve and the successive burden. Sage and thistle. The mementos of past allies, the bounding path of the deer, the guards before the door. The hidden chamber and the watchdog’s eyes. A single impression, before the fall, how how things once had been.
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@frightbot
For Amie:
The cold wind and the clear path. The marble city in the north, old statues, sharp steel. Heavy clothing, old books read by firelight. The tracker’s instincts, the drawn bow, the sudden resolve and the successive burden. Sage and thistle. The mementos of past allies, the bounding path of the deer, the guards before the door. The hidden chamber and the watchdog’s eyes. A single impression, before the fall, how how things once had been.
For Amie:
The cold wind and the clear path. The marble city in the north, old statues, sharp steel. Heavy clothing, old books read by firelight. The tracker’s instincts, the drawn bow, the sudden resolve and the successive burden. Sage and thistle. The mementos of past allies, the bounding path of the deer, the guards before the door. The hidden chamber and the watchdog’s eyes. A single impression, before the fall, how how things once had been.
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@LunaTenebrisFlos
For Sunny:
Soft, fluffy fabric, red dust along the wingtips. The scent of pine and incense, the broken fountain made whole, seasalt and cloves. The rising wind before the twister forms, the clasped hands, the sleepy smile. The red sky before us, the blue moon above. The evening dances, the flowers that stubbornly push forth in the drought. The weary limbs, the heavy head, the hopeful heart, and the silence that precedes the birdsong.
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Ohh that's lovely and fitting, thank you! :D
SilverSilver wrote on 2019-03-31 08:33:10:
@LunaTenebrisFlos
For Sunny:
Soft, fluffy fabric, red dust along the wingtips. The scent of pine and incense, the broken fountain made whole, seasalt and cloves. The rising wind before the twister forms, the clasped hands, the sleepy smile. The red sky before us, the blue moon above. The evening dances, the flowers that stubbornly push forth in the drought. The weary limbs, the heavy head, the hopeful heart, and the silence that precedes the birdsong.
For Sunny:
Soft, fluffy fabric, red dust along the wingtips. The scent of pine and incense, the broken fountain made whole, seasalt and cloves. The rising wind before the twister forms, the clasped hands, the sleepy smile. The red sky before us, the blue moon above. The evening dances, the flowers that stubbornly push forth in the drought. The weary limbs, the heavy head, the hopeful heart, and the silence that precedes the birdsong.
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@starsX
For Faith:
The stopped heart, the sheathed sword, the single whisper. The hooded eyes and the icy stone. The hawk cresting above the heather, the mountain pass, the sudden snowfall. Sharp talons, slow breath. Amethyst and iron, citrus and pine. A curling regret burning in the hearth. A desperate flight, the clang of metal, the petals that are whirled away in the breeze. One last prayer before the claws curl into a fist.
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@starsX
For Faith:
The stopped heart, the sheathed sword, the single whisper. The hooded eyes and the icy stone. The hawk cresting above the heather, the mountain pass, the sudden snowfall. Sharp talons, slow breath. Amethyst and iron, citrus and pine. A curling regret burning in the hearth. A desperate flight, the clang of metal, the petals that are whirled away in the breeze. One last prayer before the claws curl into a fist.
For Faith:
The stopped heart, the sheathed sword, the single whisper. The hooded eyes and the icy stone. The hawk cresting above the heather, the mountain pass, the sudden snowfall. Sharp talons, slow breath. Amethyst and iron, citrus and pine. A curling regret burning in the hearth. A desperate flight, the clang of metal, the petals that are whirled away in the breeze. One last prayer before the claws curl into a fist.
@SilverSilver
Ooh, that’s lovely, very satisfying to read. I think it works nicely. c: Thank you very much!
Ooh, that’s lovely, very satisfying to read. I think it works nicely. c: Thank you very much!
@SilverSilver
Ooh, that’s lovely, very satisfying to read. I think it works nicely. c: Thank you very much!
Ooh, that’s lovely, very satisfying to read. I think it works nicely. c: Thank you very much!
@SilverSilver
How about this lady right here?
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@SilverSilver Cool! This is a new guy I got. I have no clue who he is yet. Maybe your view can help shape him (and help me dress him when he’s an actual adult).
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@SilverSilver Cool! This is a new guy I got. I have no clue who he is yet. Maybe your view can help shape him (and help me dress him when he’s an actual adult).
