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October 08, 2018 09:50:46

@JustNatureThings sorry for the delay! oK your bios are amazing and seriously breathtaking and gosh I sure hope I did your dragons justice! Let me know if you'd like anything changed :) (also went slightly overboard for Sargonna's because his whole bio concept was really good and I was really inspired oops)

(that'll be 9 apparel/familiars/slime/much please!)

Ayla wrote:

Slender fingers lift a goblet to her lips; she drinks full and deep of a liquid that is more vinegar than wine. Gold and black mottles the vision and a certain holy ringing-- from swords or from bells it is impossible to tell-- fills the ears. She is older, wiser. Polished blades and towering ivory towers and holy blood spilled across pristine marble tiles. If the path I walk will bring me the honour I deserve, I myself will carve it from my own heart and no one else's.

Azxa wrote:

One would be a fool to believe in a creature so fickle as death. If you mean to gain, you must first give something up; it is fortunate, perhaps, that most of the clan are very much expendable. Old charms, cracked amulets, dusty potion bottles. Even the best, the brightest, the cruellest of necromancers cannot escape death. When her frail and ancient form succumbs at last and exhales one final time, her bones will not be laid to rest in a grave. Why play the game when I hold all the cards?

Sargonnas wrote:

Blind fury, righteous anger. He lives and fights and dies in the spirit of every warrior that falls on the battlefield; they whisper his name as they breathe their last and scream it, too, as they make one final charge, invoking a god who listens and gives freely. Innocents die in war, as do blood-soaked saints and corrupt priests. Even as he stands, holy and untouchable, well above the writhing, suffering masses, and wonders why his own heart must betray him so, the truth of it is undeniable: even the gods have rules they must obey, and after all, why fight and bleed and die for a cause you do not love?

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Last edited on Oct 08, 2018 09:58:25 by shanncrafter

rl got me beat rn but I'm still working on orders!

and @Parkakid sure thing! just post your derg :)

shanncrafter

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October 08, 2018 09:59:04

rl got me beat rn but I'm still working on orders!

and @Parkakid sure thing! just post your derg :)

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@Jaypaw aCk sorry for the delay! let me know if you'd like anything changed! those are some really gorey dergs you've got there :o also I can probably get to commissions quicker if there are fewer dergs so coming back frequently with maybe 3 at a time would help me clear these out a little faster, thanks! :D (that'll be 15 slime/muck/apparel/familiars please!) [quote=Thanatos][font=centaur]Steely honour and blind trust is never a good combination. Blood-soaked bandages, a small pot of healing balm, and a face that is more scar tissue than scales. Zeal, desperation, and resentment rings hollow in a chest scarred with the ravages of war where anger should be, but a heart, still forgiving and still beating, wards it off. Keep trust close and betrayal closer, for till your allies abandon you, you will never understand true [i]fear[/i].[/font][/quote] [quote=Styx][font=centaur]She will find it. She [i]has [/i]to. Too long has this puzzled her: where is the line between life and death? Where does our first life end and the other begin? The obsessions fuels experiments, horrific in the eyes of the world and yet necessary in hers. A rack of polished surgical instruments twinkle sharply under the harsh lights. She will cut the truth [i]out[/i], and it doesn't have to be from a corpse. No one says, [i]enough[/i], no one says, [i]stop[/i], and that is mostly because no one is left to do so.[/font][/quote] [quote=Sclerosis][font=centaur]One can be a little [i]too[/i] acquainted with pain, so know this, then, that she has had a lifetime of it and she has had [i]enough[/i]. Taunting jabs, sharp jibes; sticks and stones, you understand, but the cruelty doesn't just stop at [i]words[/i]. The sunrise in the Wasteland is always blood-red, like the sky torn and bleeding and wide-open, vulnerable, split against stone before the world's gaze. There may be fear and confusion and desperation, but fortunately, there is always [i]hope[/i].[/font][/quote] [quote=Morbus][font=centaur]One can only control so [i]much[/i]. Rage, red as blood, red as roses, fills the vision of a dragon so tormented by himself that he's long since forgotten what it is like to [i]feel[/i]-- there is no anger and no fear, only disgust. It is worse, somehow. The sun sets quickly in the Wasteland, and purples mix with golds and reds, a bright bruise across the quieting sky. There may be rage and resentment and bitterness, but mercifully, there will always be [i]love[/i].[/font][/quote] [quote=Maledictus][font=centaur][i]Careful, little one. The gods are not kind to those who waste their lives on vengeance. [/i]He remembers the smiles, the laughter, the kindness, and he remembers the blood, the chaos, the screams. It fills his dreams, haunts his waking moments. A broken sword lies shattered on a polished stone altar and incense burns from an old copper bowl. [i]Icewarden, hear my prayer.[/i] The quest will consume him, there is little doubt. Yet when he stands and meets the red-gold sunset of the imperial who slaughtered his family, even the deities themselves will watch and wait.[/font][/quote]

shanncrafter

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October 08, 2018 10:33:31

@Jaypaw aCk sorry for the delay! let me know if you'd like anything changed! those are some really gorey dergs you've got there :o also I can probably get to commissions quicker if there are fewer dergs so coming back frequently with maybe 3 at a time would help me clear these out a little faster, thanks! :D

(that'll be 15 slime/muck/apparel/familiars please!)

Thanatos wrote:

Steely honour and blind trust is never a good combination. Blood-soaked bandages, a small pot of healing balm, and a face that is more scar tissue than scales. Zeal, desperation, and resentment rings hollow in a chest scarred with the ravages of war where anger should be, but a heart, still forgiving and still beating, wards it off. Keep trust close and betrayal closer, for till your allies abandon you, you will never understand true fear.

Styx wrote:

She will find it. She has to. Too long has this puzzled her: where is the line between life and death? Where does our first life end and the other begin? The obsessions fuels experiments, horrific in the eyes of the world and yet necessary in hers. A rack of polished surgical instruments twinkle sharply under the harsh lights. She will cut the truth out, and it doesn't have to be from a corpse. No one says, enough, no one says, stop, and that is mostly because no one is left to do so.

Sclerosis wrote:

One can be a little too acquainted with pain, so know this, then, that she has had a lifetime of it and she has had enough. Taunting jabs, sharp jibes; sticks and stones, you understand, but the cruelty doesn't just stop at words. The sunrise in the Wasteland is always blood-red, like the sky torn and bleeding and wide-open, vulnerable, split against stone before the world's gaze. There may be fear and confusion and desperation, but fortunately, there is always hope.

Morbus wrote:

One can only control so much. Rage, red as blood, red as roses, fills the vision of a dragon so tormented by himself that he's long since forgotten what it is like to feel-- there is no anger and no fear, only disgust. It is worse, somehow. The sun sets quickly in the Wasteland, and purples mix with golds and reds, a bright bruise across the quieting sky. There may be rage and resentment and bitterness, but mercifully, there will always be love.

Maledictus wrote:

Careful, little one. The gods are not kind to those who waste their lives on vengeance. He remembers the smiles, the laughter, the kindness, and he remembers the blood, the chaos, the screams. It fills his dreams, haunts his waking moments. A broken sword lies shattered on a polished stone altar and incense burns from an old copper bowl. Icewarden, hear my prayer. The quest will consume him, there is little doubt. Yet when he stands and meets the red-gold sunset of the imperial who slaughtered his family, even the deities themselves will watch and wait.

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Last edited on Oct 08, 2018 10:42:35 by shanncrafter

@CrimsonSasaki welcome back :D this one mirrors the one I did for Hideki's Aries because I noticed that they were brothers! Do let me know if you'd like this changed and I can rewrite it :) [quote=Apollo][font=centaur]You [i]think [/i]you know pain, that is, until you realise that the blood on your claws is that of your own brother's and you know that from this point onward, you will be made to never forget it. Where there once was anger, there is now guilt and gratitude; even [i]gods [/i]must yield. Pale scars stretch across broad shoulders and warm fingers brush against bruised ribs. Gods do not die easily, but that does not mean that we cannot be [i]imprisoned[/i].[/font][/quote]

shanncrafter

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October 08, 2018 10:51:57

@CrimsonSasaki welcome back :D this one mirrors the one I did for Hideki's Aries because I noticed that they were brothers! Do let me know if you'd like this changed and I can rewrite it :)

Apollo wrote:

You think you know pain, that is, until you realise that the blood on your claws is that of your own brother's and you know that from this point onward, you will be made to never forget it. Where there once was anger, there is now guilt and gratitude; even gods must yield. Pale scars stretch across broad shoulders and warm fingers brush against bruised ribs. Gods do not die easily, but that does not mean that we cannot be imprisoned.

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@Windkisses I am! and here's your order :) do let me know if you'd like anything changed and I hope I've done her justice! [quote=Gingko][font=centaur]In another life, water filled her lungs and she drowned, alone and nameless in a raging sea. But in [i]this [/i]one, someone pulls her from the sea and fills her heart with life and love and wonder instead. A storm will yield to nothing and no one; she is as unrelenting as the tempest itself. Cautious claws touch the scar tissue on her face and she shudders a sigh in response. For every breath, every cry, every beat of her wings, she remembers who she has become.[/font][/quote]

shanncrafter

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October 08, 2018 10:58:10

@Windkisses I am! and here's your order :) do let me know if you'd like anything changed and I hope I've done her justice!

Gingko wrote:

In another life, water filled her lungs and she drowned, alone and nameless in a raging sea. But in this one, someone pulls her from the sea and fills her heart with life and love and wonder instead. A storm will yield to nothing and no one; she is as unrelenting as the tempest itself. Cautious claws touch the scar tissue on her face and she shudders a sigh in response. For every breath, every cry, every beat of her wings, she remembers who she has become.

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