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"Chasing coins to fill the purse,
Is it really better or for worse?
Is it a blessing or a curse-
to pass the buck?"









"I've been listening to sea shells, to hear the stories that they tell, of high times and tide swells that have yet to occur."



The air was fresh, fierce, and full of life. It crackled with an endless electricity as Spaniard announced the contestants of the first match, and the warm sun shone down, down, down...

A very familiar feeling befell the Arena space, something comforting and soothing as it traveled upon the backs of the spectators' excitement, fluidly dancing over to Spaniard's perch. It would be one she recognized far too well - perhaps as well as she recognized herself.

Of brilliant emerald green, a single butterfly just a few inches across fluttered upon the winds towards Spaniard, a delicate and gorgeous creature that seemed not of this world.

"Spaniard..."

Spaniard would feel something sturdy and warm (much like that of a hand) settle upon her shoulder, though nothing was there.

"Spaniard..."

The voice this time was more playful, and before the shape-shifter's eyes the butterfly changed into a ball of light, morphing and growing in size before the light receded, leaving the body of a stunning woman with blonde hair and green eyes in its place.

Sorandati smiled warmly at her old, old friend.

"It's good to see you again, my friend," she breathed softly as she lifted a hand up to Spaniard, touching the other woman's cheek softly.

A cry of joy erupted throughout the stands, the sound deafening as the cameras zeroed in on the newcomer. Her golden hair flashed white in the powerful sun. Her eyes, so deep and green like an alien ocean blue, never left the other woman's face. So serene, the expression. Such powerful grace in those eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen! What an amazing surprise! The goddess Herself, Sorandati Windsear, has come!"

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Anthrax sat in the chair closest to the window of the competitors' box, eyes not on the arena floor, but on the goddess that had just appeared. Within that mighty stare, a silent and ferocious fire storm burned right behind a veil of harshest ice.

She had not forgotten the utter failure that had happened the last time this particular celebration of bloodshed had been thrown. Her dumb younger sister had become too rebellious, too brave, and she had succeeded in prolonging the inevitable.

But Kanatu had not forgotten His mission. And seeing as how her two younger sisters were utter FAILURES in all sense of the word, the responsibility of bringing down the great goddess and her lupine friend now rested on the oldest daughter's shoulders.

Instead of burden, she felt almost livid joy. Of course. She was the strongest. She was the best. She was the perfect tool, forged out of the very hatred that her great God had used to become a being of so much power. And with that viciousness in her heart, she would thrust herself full force behind a killing blow that would ultimately end the two goddesses in a fiery furnace of damnation.

That very idea made her fingers tremble ever so slightly as her eyes never left the perch of all-powerfuls.

She paid no attention to the others in the room. They were not her concern. They would destroy each other in due time and whomever remained, she would rip to shreds. The end result was the same; she simply had to wait.

Everything has a place. She thought, eyes narrowing behind her shades as a barest hint of a smirk caressed itself over her lips. And YOUR place, dear dragon, is in the belly of the fourteen-eyed beast.

And now that the first match was announced, the real waiting game could begin.

((OnlyOdinCommands: Why is it that I ALWAYS write so much better when I'm rping compared to when I'm writing my own book? UGH. >.<))

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"I kept making a U-turn... Ended up with a sunburn... But the lesson that I learned was worth the skin that healed."


"Is it a bounty or a bust?
Is it precious metal or just rust?
Well it seems it’s up to us...
So wish us luck!"




"From the copper to the kettle,
the stamen to the petal,
we watch the value of sand dollars
cr...um...ble..."





Sand Dollars ~ 311