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TOPIC | Give me a dragon, I'll give you [HIATUS]
@SilverSilver
Can you do Oweisas, please?
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@TamneSenke
For Zebrin:
[i]The bones[/i], they said, [i]are the first to go[/i]. Come the morning and the desert greets you, brushes your spirit across the plains; so we shall toil under and unforgiving sun, planting blooms meant not for us, nor our children, nor the children after them. [i]Dreams of dust[/i], we murmur, rising up into the advent of a soul-clear sky, [i]ruins of wrath, the skulls waiting long after the vulture’s descent[/i]. Petals in our hands, we keep our gazes to the ground, watching for the first sprouts to grow.
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@TamneSenke
For Zebrin:
The bones, they said, are the first to go. Come the morning and the desert greets you, brushes your spirit across the plains; so we shall toil under and unforgiving sun, planting blooms meant not for us, nor our children, nor the children after them. Dreams of dust, we murmur, rising up into the advent of a soul-clear sky, ruins of wrath, the skulls waiting long after the vulture’s descent. Petals in our hands, we keep our gazes to the ground, watching for the first sprouts to grow.
For Zebrin:
The bones, they said, are the first to go. Come the morning and the desert greets you, brushes your spirit across the plains; so we shall toil under and unforgiving sun, planting blooms meant not for us, nor our children, nor the children after them. Dreams of dust, we murmur, rising up into the advent of a soul-clear sky, ruins of wrath, the skulls waiting long after the vulture’s descent. Petals in our hands, we keep our gazes to the ground, watching for the first sprouts to grow.
@Yuroviko
For Gueldia:
You had your place, yet grew thorned by pride; even so enmeshed and enthroned, you laid your scepter to the side and went roaming the fields far before you heard of spring. [i]Were you lucky?[/i] ask the hatchlings, piling your arms with bouquets of daffodils, [i]Did you find the fox-spirits running the fields, a-singing?[/i] To the mighty north you keep your back, eyes burning and alive; despite your days of service, the first day you removed your helmet may very well been a kind of rebirth.
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@Yuroviko
For Gueldia:
You had your place, yet grew thorned by pride; even so enmeshed and enthroned, you laid your scepter to the side and went roaming the fields far before you heard of spring. Were you lucky? ask the hatchlings, piling your arms with bouquets of daffodils, Did you find the fox-spirits running the fields, a-singing? To the mighty north you keep your back, eyes burning and alive; despite your days of service, the first day you removed your helmet may very well been a kind of rebirth.
For Gueldia:
You had your place, yet grew thorned by pride; even so enmeshed and enthroned, you laid your scepter to the side and went roaming the fields far before you heard of spring. Were you lucky? ask the hatchlings, piling your arms with bouquets of daffodils, Did you find the fox-spirits running the fields, a-singing? To the mighty north you keep your back, eyes burning and alive; despite your days of service, the first day you removed your helmet may very well been a kind of rebirth.
That's really good!! [emoji=guardian laughing size=1]
Thank you ^~^
That's really good!! 
Thank you ^~^
Thank you ^~^
Battle catsss
they/she|FR+9
they/she|FR+9
@bamboo1996
For Kaheru:
In plain sight, you await for the edges of dusk and dawn, bathed in the light of the cityscape below. Where will you fly, in these days of changing tides? The temples lie too still, too silent; the gods have turned their faces away, so you don the red jewels and feel your pulse whisper, [i]stay still, set free[/i]. However radiant you might become in battle, you are now in for the long haul - the long climb - the last prayer before the trees begin to fall.
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@bamboo1996
For Kaheru:
In plain sight, you await for the edges of dusk and dawn, bathed in the light of the cityscape below. Where will you fly, in these days of changing tides? The temples lie too still, too silent; the gods have turned their faces away, so you don the red jewels and feel your pulse whisper, stay still, set free. However radiant you might become in battle, you are now in for the long haul - the long climb - the last prayer before the trees begin to fall.
For Kaheru:
In plain sight, you await for the edges of dusk and dawn, bathed in the light of the cityscape below. Where will you fly, in these days of changing tides? The temples lie too still, too silent; the gods have turned their faces away, so you don the red jewels and feel your pulse whisper, stay still, set free. However radiant you might become in battle, you are now in for the long haul - the long climb - the last prayer before the trees begin to fall.
@StarkHarkness
For Oweisas:
In these barren lands, these bones and rising riptides may become to be the only thing you can trust. In exchange for ash, for the dust in your mouth, to whom will you plead? All currents wind this way, to the days that make you choose: by they have swept, your sister and your brothers, your unbelievers and your devoted - they have made no difference to the passage of time, to the prayers, to the choice made in a single outstretched hand.
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@StarkHarkness
For Oweisas:
In these barren lands, these bones and rising riptides may become to be the only thing you can trust. In exchange for ash, for the dust in your mouth, to whom will you plead? All currents wind this way, to the days that make you choose: by they have swept, your sister and your brothers, your unbelievers and your devoted - they have made no difference to the passage of time, to the prayers, to the choice made in a single outstretched hand.
For Oweisas:
In these barren lands, these bones and rising riptides may become to be the only thing you can trust. In exchange for ash, for the dust in your mouth, to whom will you plead? All currents wind this way, to the days that make you choose: by they have swept, your sister and your brothers, your unbelievers and your devoted - they have made no difference to the passage of time, to the prayers, to the choice made in a single outstretched hand.
Oh this seems like good fun!
@SilverSilver
What do you think of my Milo?
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@SilverSilver
these are absolutely gorgeous! i'd love to see what you think of Vassago should you have the time!
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@SilverSilver
these are absolutely gorgeous! i'd love to see what you think of Vassago should you have the time!
these are absolutely gorgeous! i'd love to see what you think of Vassago should you have the time!
