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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:10 pm
Teas Tasted-+-
/+/ [ Vaneda ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Coyote ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Rusekop ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Liom ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Axel ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ ReDawn ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Linswo ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Itoto ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Sharps ] - [ -X- ]
/+/ [ Viola'i ] - [ -X- ]
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:46 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood Red Description: Curiosity, Satisfaction, Bloodlust. Scary. Your commentary on its flavour: It took barely a sip of the tea for Vaneda's face to screw up. The taste was far too bitter. And the memory much worse. She couldn't turn away, like watching a train wreck or when the sirens of police cars and firetrucks were stopped on the side of the road. Her head wouldn't look away as it panned out and somewhere her stomach felt sick. The cold Maliciousness of the kill, the curiosity of wondering what that feeling like. She couldn't relate. She hurried away with a wonderment of what the satisfaction on the creature's face was worth?
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:10 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood Red Description: Vengeance. Bitterness, a hint of coldness. Satisfaction. Your commentary on its flavour: It was too strong of a flavour for Ixy, and she nearly dropped her cup in shock at the memory. Although it had not been an entirely gruesome sight, the sheer brutality of the male's actions had set her on edge. It hadn't taken her long before she found herself trying to look away. Everyone had their own reasons for doing what they did, that much she knew, but this particular memory unsettled the girl more than she cared to admit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:26 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood red Description: Revenge, single note. Your commentary on its flavour:This one alarmed him. It was sharp and acrid and it hurt. And what hurt most was that it stirred up envy. To exercise that kind of power over the group that had brought you pain--to have that satisfaction, that rush of pure dominance. He wanted that. He didn't want to want it. It felt wrong to desire so strongly a thing that felt so steeped in negativity, but he did, desperately.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 11:32 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood red. Description: Cruelty, satisfaction, and revenge. Your commentary on its flavour: Decyl had choked on the tea, not expecting something intense. The memory was even more brutal then his own, and the satisfaction of the revenge dealt to the other…it was very alarming and unsettling. Was what he had done really necessary? Decyl wondered, but couldn’t bring himself to take another sip of the tea to find out.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:08 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark red Description: Full of bitter and malicious feelings. Your commentary on its flavour: This one was bitter and tasted foul. She wanted to look away, but found herself unable to do so. There was a bitter taste for how this memory was playing out. And she didn't want to be there. Was beyond glad she was not the Rotted. It made her ill to feel that way, but it even more so with how she - or the memory - enjoyed the pain it inflicted. Quickly as she could, Owl shoved the tea away, trying not to linger on how it had made her feel.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 12:41 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Rust Description: Hostility, scorn, pride Your commentary on its flavour: Though the taste of this brew was more bitter than the last, there was something about the taste and the memory that resonated within Hale. She could see why the Youngling would want to leave a mark on the enemy. It was only natural to let battle prowess be known, after all. To leave a mark on the enemy, not only mentally but physically as well...Hale could understand that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:58 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Blood Red Description: Revenge, Satisfaction, Bloodlust Your commentary on its flavour: Sharps took a sip of the dark tea and immediately her face screwed up and her tongue stuck out. Bitter!! She choked down the sip in her mouth before setting the cup down, trying to unscrew her face into a much more... polite one. The scene before her made her stomach drop. The air smelled fetid and disgusting and all around her she could her cries of pain and death. She crossed her arms across her chest, feeling a primal fear rising in her body. Her Heart quivered with the fear but somehow it felt... drawn to the bloodshed. She watched the masked figure as it dug it's claws into the other and felt simultaneously drawn and repelled by the sight and more than anything else she had experienced with this tea... this frightened her the most.
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