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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2023 1:16 pm
Windflowers Amongst the TreesCorra x UrikaPRP
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:37 pm
Shove Your 'Words'Corra x NesirahPRP
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 1:54 pm
Rooted
Class Choice Solo The lake before Corra stretched out like a dark mirror, its surface undisturbed save for the occasional ripple where a stray insect met its fate. The water reflected the towering trees of Jauhar, their massive trunks vanishing into an endless canopy above. Here, the sunset never truly touched the ground—the dense foliage swallowed the light whole, plunging the forest into a shadowed world where only the soft glow of embedded crystals gave any semblance of direction.
Corra sat on the rocky shoreline, arms resting on her knees, eyes locked on her distorted reflection. Unshaken. Enduring. A mountain. She scoffed under her breath, kicking a loose stone into the water and watching as the ripples consumed the image of herself. Nesirah’s words had followed her all the way here, clinging to her thoughts like vines creeping up a wall, refusing to be pulled away no matter how she tried.
What did she know about strength? About proving yourself? It was easy for someone like her to talk about resilience and finding purpose beyond what you were born into. But Corra had to prove herself. She wasn’t like the others—wasn’t a full-blooded Alkidike, wasn’t someone who was simply granted her place among the Sisters. Every day was a fight. If she let herself believe, even for a second, that there was another way, that she didn’t need to push so hard—then what? What if she stopped, only to find she never really belonged at all?
Corra let out a slow breath, running a hand over her forearm where the teal markings ran in jagged stripes. She had been trying not to think about what Nesirah had said. She had been trying to ignore the quiet whisper in the back of her mind that asked, What if she’s right?
She hated it. She hated thinking like this.
Corra leaned back, staring up into the canopy, where glowing veins of teal and blue crystals jutted from the trunks of the massive trees, casting a soft light through the mist-heavy air. Jauhar was beautiful in a way she hadn’t expected. It was ancient, untamed, alive—and the further she went into it, the smaller she felt. She had spent her whole life fighting to be something greater, to carve out a place for herself, but here? Here, she was nothing but another traveler passing through. The forest didn’t care how strong she was. It didn’t care how much she wanted to prove herself. It simply was.
She clenched her jaw. That was fine. She didn’t need the approval of the trees. She didn’t need the approval of a god who sat atop a mountain, waiting for people to listen.
She already had someone watching her.
Aisha had created her. She had given her life, had made her in her image, and even if she wasn’t born like the other Sisters, she had been chosen all the same. Aisha was the only guide she needed. The only one who mattered.
Corra sat forward, pressing her hands together.
"Mother," she murmured in Mothertongue, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me prove myself worthy. Let me be strong enough to never question again."
The forest offered no response.
But she hadn’t expected one. Not when she was speaking to Aisha herself.
Corra stood, brushing herself off. The lake still stretched before her, dark and rippling, but she no longer cared about what she saw in it. She had wasted enough time in her own head. Tomorrow, she would train harder than she ever had before.
She wouldn’t think about Nesirah again.
She had already made up her mind.
(Word Count: 600)
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 2:15 pm
Waves and RootsCorra x NiabiPRP
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2025 2:23 pm
No Different Corra had expected the usual response. A glance, a pause—just long enough for someone to measure the parts of her they considered wrong. Her height, her earthling blood, the crystals on her skin. She had seen it before. But when the full-blooded Alkidike warrior turned to her, there was no hesitation. No scrutiny. Just a nod, like she was no different from any other Sister. "You train with the others?" the warrior asked.
Corra straightened. "I do."
The warrior grinned, sharp and approving. "Good. They’ll need to keep up." She motioned toward the sparring ring. "You coming?"
Corra blinked. That was it? No dismissal, no second glance, no test to see if she deserved to be there? Just—acceptance? She hesitated, searching the warrior’s face for any hint of mockery. But there was none. Just confidence, as if the answer had been obvious all along.
"You’re not… bothered?" Corra asked, testing the waters.
The warrior raised a brow. "Bothered by what?"
Corra gestured vaguely to herself. The height. The earthling blood. The obvious.
The warrior scoffed, crossing her arms. "What does that have to do with anything? You train hard, do you not?"
Corra nodded, slower this time.
"Then that’s what matters." The warrior rolled her shoulders, turning back toward the sparring ring. "You coming or not?"
Corra shifted her weight, fingers twitching at her sides. She wanted to believe those words, wanted them to be true. Maybe, just this once, they were. She took a step forward, then another, until she was walking beside the warrior.
"What’s your name?" she asked, hesitant but eager.
The warrior smirked. "Shira."
Corra nodded, rolling the name over in her mind. She would remember it. Not because Shira had done anything grand, but because she had done something far rarer. She had seen Corra as an equal. Something warm bloomed in Corra’s chest—small but solid, like a flicker of flame catching the wind.
She lifted her chin. "Yeah," she said, voice steadier than she expected. "I’m coming."
As she stepped forward, she felt it—a flicker of certainty, quiet but real.
Maybe she could belong. Maybe shealready did.
(Word Count: 353)
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