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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:09 pm
bound
< Awaken, storm cloud! Our time is now. >
She blinks and freezes when she realizes the sound is coming from her mind. Or at least, that's what's left for her to conclude when there's nothing but blank space and two doors. And surprisingly, she's not as afraid of it as she ought to be. Too much has happened, too many battles fought; her mind is simply another battlefield, if the creatures makes it so.
But he isn't so hostile, once her initial surprise fades. He answers her confusion with a mental image of herself as viewed from the lake she had taken a bath from: dark hair erupting from her scalp, bouncing with each step, a mischievous look on her face. She still doesn't quite get it, but he--Zul--is adamant it is a compliment.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:20 pm
beauty
In the midst of battle, he sees her: radiant in anger, wreathed in red butterflies, scathing words flying from her from daggers. He's frightened, of course, but he can't help but admire her silhouette nevertheless. Morgana is the fearless queen their war so desperately needs.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:25 pm
broken
He went into this knowing he could die a warrior's death, and it would have been an honorable way to go. His clan took prisoners because it was the ultimate humiliation--to be denied death and forced to live with the shame of one's failure.
These chains weigh heavier on him all the more because of what they represented: the burden of his own inadequacies, the knowledge that he was not deemed worthy enough to be killed instead of converted.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 9:12 pm
before
One moment with the sprite was enough to make her question the entirety of the world.
But only for a day.
(Piper didn't have the greatest love for anything that didn't look like her.)
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 9:23 pm
bait
They ask her to lure the guards away, and her skin crawls. The last time she tried, she had nearly been caught. And with their record...
She tries anyway. They aren't her blood family, but they are the closest thing to.
She steps forward and makes a rude gesture at the guards posted by the door, who turn and start to warn her. It's easy to goad the bored, especially when they are slightly notorious in this part of town. They follow her doggedly--
--and her nerve begins to fail her as they get too close. She doesn't watch where she's going and runs straight into one of her brothers as they're escaping with the goods. Food falls from his arms. She doesn't look back as she keeps running, panicked at the very idea of being caught again.
She can feel their disappointment burning at her back, but she can't get another brand again.
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