Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Mar 30, 2021 20:07:28 GMT -5
Southeast of Pannoa encampment, a day's travel away, is the edge of a massive lake bordering a hilly forest. Even with its rough terrain, life is sprawling here with both flora and fauna. Burrowing animals in particular populate the area, hording all the edible root vegetation for themselves. |
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 30, 2021 20:17:28 GMT -5
She aimed, silent as she stared down what looked to be a deer. Her eyes narrowed and she let the arrow fly. Ffffffffffffffffffffffffth, and then the sound of the animal bellowing in pain. Faisine began to run toward the animal, notching another arrow, chasing after the stumbling creature until it fell. She aimed again as she neared it, but it was dead.
Later that night... The smell of cooking meat could be smelled. Faisine sat by the fire she had built just feet from the shore. She'd taken a bath in the lake while her food cooked, and now she drooled at the smell. She tore a chunk of meat off with her dagger and popped a morsel into her mouth, so very hungry.
How long had she been out there? Who knew? But she was in search of other survivors, knowing she couldn't be the only person in the world that survived. That would be heart breaking.
She sat in silence, chewing on the meat hungrily, thoughtfully.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Mar 30, 2021 21:23:34 GMT -5
As Khepri soared through the air, which kissed her skin with the chilly afterthought of a faded winter. Now and again, she would perch atop a tree to rest, using the time to peer at the area around her. As she did this for the umpteenth time, she caught a whiff of something to the south, something she hadn't smelled in an age: roasting meat. The savory scent flooded the duralam's mouth with saliva. She swiveled her head, looking for smoke, and sure enough... there! Spreading her great wings, she pushed off from the alpine branch and sped off in its direction. Her hair flowed behind her like dark ribbons dancing in the air, stark against the sky. As she neared the smoke, she tiptoed atop the canopy, hopping from one tree to the next. She peered through the leaves to get a good look at the suspicious roaster. Who in the world made their way out here so quickly? Faster than even herself! Was it a local, perhaps? Or did they arrive far sooner than they did?
She dropped down to the understory, weaving through the dense forest with immense care. It wouldn't be difficult for a good archer to shoot her down if she was too careless and she had no knowledge to say that this person wasn't. Finding a hefty tree with wide branches, she perched behind it and peaked out.
"Hello?" she called out in a high, singsong voice made to sound soft and nonthreatening. "Is anyone there? I'm a survivor that arrived recently!"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 30, 2021 21:36:45 GMT -5
She stiffened at the sound at first, then turned toward it in disbelief. She licked her fingers clean because she was savage, and crouched down as if to stalk prey. "Who's there?" she hissed out, slowly reaching for her bow just in case it was someone who was out to get her... But no, she didn't see anyone anywhere. "I've got meat," she said, "But don't try anything stupid." She was wary, that was for certain.
She craned her neck and looked about, crab-walking kinda every now and then, pacing left and right. Of course, she was paranoid... she''d been alone for long enough that she thought, perhaps she was going mad.
"I am a survivor too..." she called out. "Are you going to hurt me?"
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Mar 30, 2021 21:59:09 GMT -5
Slowly, surely, Khepri jumped down, giving the hunter snippets of her form as she attempted to get a look at them in turn. "No. Are you going to hurt me?" She held her wings up with her hands, finally creeping out of the darkness of the woods and onto the bank. "I'm not human, but I'm no monster. Never was one for blood," she mentioned, giving the woman before her a crooked smirk. She eyed her tense counterpart briefly, and oh, what a pretty thing she was! All fair like the moon and thin as a princess. The way she moved wasn't like one, though, no. She moved like the hunter Khepri already knew her to be.
"I'm Khepri. They call my kind the duralai," she told her. "I'm not a harpy and I'm not feral. Don't mind the talons?" She curled her toes inward, as though shy.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 30, 2021 23:56:48 GMT -5
"I would have done so by now if I had wanted to," she said, meaning every word of it. She looked at the beautiful creature as she came out of the trees. Ahhh, it was a refreshing sight to see a peaceful kind of being after so long. She slowly unfurled her form, standing straight.
Kephri reminded her of the Usque and she felt a pang for what had been destroyed. Her lips quivered a little and she looked away. "Please... Eat..." she gestured toward the roasting meat, clearly more than Faisine could eat in one sitting. Her voice was suspiciously raspy as she tried not to show emotion for the fact that there was a survivor after all; that she hadn't been hallucinating.
Faisine sat back down in a graceful, dance like motion that marked her as someone who could have been a princess after all. Well, she once had been almost a princess, daughter to a duke in the court of Camilla's father... But that was long before the flood and of no consequence in a place like they were at now.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Mar 31, 2021 19:46:25 GMT -5
"I get the feeling you're telling the truth," laughed Khepri, though she kept her eyes on the woman. Not once did they flicker over to the food until she was told she could partake. Though she was still cautious, she reached out and pulled off a piece, devouring it swiftly. "Thank you," she told her, flames flickering in her eyes. She sat down next to the campfire and curled her wings around her shoulders, tail moved to the side to make it more comfortable.
It wasn't difficult to see that something was wrong in the hunter's expression. Khepri narrowed her eyes and frowned. "What's your name?" she asked, easing into conversation before she prodded for more details.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 1, 2021 16:02:26 GMT -5
She gave a slight nod as Khepri thanked her for food. Goddess, but she was tired, she thought. She reached out for more food and paused when asked for her name. She acted as if she wouldn't tell at first, but then seemed to acquiesce and said, "Faisine." She took a bite of venison as if starved... it was the first substantial meal she'd had that was not fish.
The silence was tense for the moment as the two seemed to eye each other. Faisine would eventually finish the strip of meat and say, "I don't know where we are, but it is a long way from home."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 1, 2021 19:46:32 GMT -5
Khepri's exchanged a grief-stricken stare with Faisine. Stripping off another piece of roast deer, she mused. "I share the sentiment. I'd never even seen the ocean before the flood. Suddenly, it was all I ever knew until we got here. I've never seen somewhere so lush and full of trees in my entire life," she explained, heaving a sigh. "I wish I knew why this happened. I want to think it would make this easier, just knowing."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 1, 2021 20:12:17 GMT -5
There was truly someone else there. She wasn't imagining the winged woman! Faisine stopped, her hand aloft between herself and the deer. She soon dropped her arm and met that stricken gaze with a tear-filled one of her own. She swallowed... it was difficult to talk for a moment as a lump formed in her throat. Tears fell unchecked for the first time since she'd lost Cairex to the Mist.
"One moment, everything was alright... We were in the Usque about to crown a new queen... We were on a mission on her behalf when the flood came. We were lucky enough to find a longboat... I don't know how many days we floated... he kept me alive when the mist was the worst, but he..." She trailed off and closed her eyes against the agony she felt in her heart.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 1, 2021 21:36:12 GMT -5
The duralam had to hold back the urge to move over to Faisine and comfort her. It was dangerous to even get closer at this point. Even if she seemed harmless and kind for now, even if she had the chance to kill her all along, there were so many countless things that could still go wrong until Khepri knew, without a doubt, that this was a friend. Something in Faisine's story piqued Khepri's interest; however, she mentioned someone else, a he. Was it a relative? A friend? Perhaps even a lover. She wanted to ask more about him but decided against it. For now.
Instead, Khepri gave the stranger a soft, pitying expression that said she shared her pain. "I'm sorry," she said. "For you. For all of us."
She paused, somber. Then:
"May the future be kinder. It's at least a little greener and tastier than salted fish every day." A strained smile, trying the best to be reassuring.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 2, 2021 0:26:26 GMT -5
She hadn't meant to lose herself in front of the stranger, but just having someone there who could relate was a big comfort. Faisine gave a soft nod at the words said by the Duralai. The blond spent the next several moments trying to fix her appearance. She gave a sigh then and said, "I didn't mean for that all to come out... it's just... you're the first I have seen since... I don't know."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 3, 2021 8:42:33 GMT -5
Khepri held up a hand. "No need to apologize. I couldn't imagine what the journey would have been like alone. I had companions on my own trip, even if they weren't friends or anyone of my kind. It made it bearable." She laced her fingers together, between her knees and her chin, resting. The duralam gazed at the fire with a sigh. "I take no offense in your sharing of grief. I hope you take no offense that I am not too eager to comfort you. This is not from discomfort but caution. You do not know me, either."
Leaning back, Khepri stretched her talons out against the warmth of the fire. "I do not know if any of my kind are left anymore. How vile, that those who took to the skies, closest to the sun, should perish beneath the darkest, deepest pits of the ocean, drowned. I hope you and I are not all that is left of our kind." She tried to lighten the mood again, smirking. "The world cannot go on without such beauty, aye?"
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Apr 3, 2021 12:36:47 GMT -5
She wanted to reach out and touch her arm, but she wouldn't do such a thing for the same reason the other hadn't reached out to herself. Her eyes lowered as the Duralai spoke. Faisine swallowed heavily and then nodded at her last words. "Aye," she said heavily. She lapsed into silence and then finally felt comfortable enough to reach out and get another piece of venison. She ate thoughtfully.
After a while she said, "I am tired of death... Even killing the deer broke my heart." She gave a sigh and then she looked over toward Khepri. She gave a wan smile, then stood and moved to the other side of the fire. "I lost most of my belongings at sea, including my bedroll. I am sorry I cannot offer more comfortable accommodations," she picked up her citole, one of the few things not ruined by the brine, and she began to play idly, no particular tune in mind.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Apr 4, 2021 8:17:12 GMT -5
"Hardly an issue," Khepri told her. "I'm more at home on a perch. A tail full of feathers and a back of wings limits how one can sleep otherwise." She tried for a reassuring smile, but nothing seemed to be working with this woman. She suspected as much, after everything that had happened. She couldn't imagine many people were in high spirits even if they survived unscathed. "Do you have a destination in mind?" she inquired. "Are you just looking for survivors? I know of a few, and I thought I saw something to the northwest of here. I was on my way there when I saw the smoke."
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