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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    NAYL, ANY, ALL
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    Celeana

    Woeful silky vocals of her queen, reach her ears, and she answers the call stepping forth. Verdant eyes searching in a worrisome manner for Naga, as she reached the small flock of equine. Craning her porcelain head at a slight incline, towards the meeting rock where the gorgeous build of the ebony maiden stood valiantly. But the news that was brought to her attention filled the girl with sorrow, Naga had worked so god damn hard for her throne. The panther queen placed in new traditions, she gave her heart and soul to the sisterhood. And Nayl? She hadn't done shit.

    She watches silently as Naga stepped down, leaving way for Nayl. Celeana quickly reaches the inky maiden's side, brushing her velvet muzzle across her shoulder. "You did your best, and thats all that matters." She whispers, her temptress vocals springing into life as she tries to comfort her friend. 

    Her emerald gaze meets Nayl, and with once silenced lips she speaks aloud concerned on the minor changes upon the ranks, and possible ideas Nayl had for the surrounding countries and what relations would be necessary tone formed for the well being of their homeland. "Specifically what changes do you plan to enforce upon the ranks? What are views on relations with the surrounding countries of Beqanna? As our new queen I suspect you have already planned our possible future allies." She pauses briefly, prevailing her questions resiliently. Nayl better be fucking prepared if she's overthrowing Naga. Cause it's going to take a hell of a lot to make up for, and to possibly redeem to be even close to what Naga accomplished during her short-lived queen-hood.

    "Also what is to become of our male residents? What ranks will they be able to uphold?" She bustles out her last question, her once friendly gaze shifting into an icy cold glare targeting Nayl. She better fucking fill hose huge shoes she just stepped into to, or there's going to be a hell of a problem for the sisterhood. 

    Where the Wild Things Are


    Sorry Aeris, she's really pissed because she really liked Naga.... so.....yeah.
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    Messages In This Thread
    NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Naga - 11-27-2016, 06:54 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Nayl - 11-27-2016, 09:03 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Celeana - 11-27-2016, 10:30 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Stillwater - 11-28-2016, 01:14 AM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Djinni - 11-28-2016, 02:52 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Simeon - 11-29-2016, 02:50 AM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Bowie - 11-29-2016, 08:43 AM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Nayl - 11-29-2016, 08:11 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Naga - 11-29-2016, 11:35 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Sunday - 12-02-2016, 07:25 AM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Djinni - 12-03-2016, 11:28 AM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Stillwater - 12-03-2016, 01:31 PM
    RE: NAYL, ANY, ALL - by Nayl - 12-03-2016, 02:13 PM



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