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    version 22: awakening

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    LILLIANA -- Year 206

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    "There is still something of himself - something of the Wolfbane who would always love her - that rallies against the slime. It says, 'lie in the bed you’ve made'. So he gathers the covers and tucks himself in." -- Wolfbane, written by Calcifer


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    Anyone;
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    An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind


    Just as he was concerned about her prejudice, so was she.

    Cyprin retracted within herself, relying solely on Noah for conversation while she adapted to a quieter and more relaxed life in the Pampas. Surely, they would think suspiciously of her, she told herself during the many lonely nights. Surely, they feel spied on, even if that is not her mission or reason to be here. In fact, Cyprin hasn’t seen her brothers since departing Loess for the Pampas. Without them, especially Bronsonn, her skin is incredibly cold. They are her fire, her warmth.

    Shuffling toward a different patch of grass, she hardly notices the lizard bypassing her. It’s all an image of nature, of her world. What is another reptile in her midst when she has many others? Controlled by idle hunger, Cyprin is oblivious of her being watched until the seconds pass by and a tingle runs the length of her spine. A breath huffs from her lungs while lifting her head. A glance to her left finds nothing of interest, but to her right, she observes the enlargement of an alabaster lizard. In surprise, her eyes flash vibrantly. A quiet stillness blankets across her, a hesitation.

    Then it talks to her, luring her closer as fascination softens her brow. Were she unaccustomed to the odd workings of Beqanna, or even reptiles, she would have fled; however, she is drawn to it and wonders if she is obtaining a similar ability to her siblings.

    Only a few steps more, and then she halts with her ears erected forward, attentive. ”Yes, or, at least I was,” a Loessian, that is. Now, she is nothing, no one. ”I’m a, what is it, a Pampan? Pampian?” A low, airy laughter erupts from her chest but she catches herself and looks around, wondering how foolish she looks jesting with a lizard, even if it is larger than normal. There can only be one reason that it altered its size, and so Cyprin inches back though never allows her eyes to stray. ”Won’t you show your true self? Certainly you are not a natural lizard,” with a sweetened voice, she invites him to her, curious to see the puppeteer.


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    Anyone; - by Cyprin - 01-13-2020, 09:28 AM
    RE: Anyone; - by Aodhan - 01-14-2020, 06:42 AM
    RE: Anyone; - by Cyprin - 01-14-2020, 03:13 PM
    RE: Anyone; - by Aodhan - 01-21-2020, 02:22 AM



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