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For the oc ask game, 14 for Alyria please?
The Flight's End universe does lack horses, but it does have cassowary-peacock type fuckoff big birds that are used similarly, and I don't think there's anyone that enjoys riding them. They're mostly used to pull carriages/carts, though they CAN be ridden. It's not a fun time. Alyria avoids it, and there's no reason not to, since she can fly.
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When I recall a past of love, I imagine an infinite collective of warmth and pleasure. The spotlight on a lover's face in a crowded street. A single glance of understanding; Solidarity. As a lover, I have dreams of being understood, shared amongst society, and never hidden away. To be put on display is to be adored.
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Violet Vineyard Pride// Orange, Healing
Excerpt- Sisters of the Fallen tree (Chronicles Of Alyria)
They call them the sisters of the fallen tree, Hidden in the sea of orange forests. their skins stained with the tears of their mothers who were burnt, beaten and dragged from their homes. they call themselves the daughters of the broken willow, the ones left behind when humans decided they wanted to own dryads. they are the ones who remember the pain if their ancestors, who still hear their screams, who still feel the hands pulling at them. and now they hide in the orange trees ready to accept more like them so they can help each other heal.
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I don't usually think of myself as the one who needs therapy. In fact I think it was mainly me who decided to drop out of therapy for several months awhile back. Our therapist has challenged me the past couple of sessions with writing and reflective assignments, and there's a surprising amount to deal with. Trauma I've been dissociated from. Issues I convinced myself were other system members' job to process. I'm not quite ready.
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Teardrops burn my legs A hand not yours to hold words I spit have no past Not in your mind nor in my lap It never matters, my wishes When nobody ever seems to listen Every time I speak, my words void Take it from others Who say they know me best I'm just like my mother Helpless at best
"untitled"
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From the OC Askbox games, could you answer 13 for Alyria, Rouchelle, and Scarlet please?
Rouchelle came with a name intact, like all of Korvhan's story. I woke up from a dream, crying, with that entire story, names and all, intact in my head.
Alyria, as one of the dragons, was sounded out by the sounds dragons can make in the human tongue.
Scarlet, much less illustriously, chose her name when she became a werewolf and found her fur was red. She had a name before that, but no one including me knows it. At least one character will be calling her Red, which will annoy her greatly, perhaps even more when they point out "Red, short for Scarlet." I always wanted a character I could call Red.
Violet Vineyard Pride Event// Indigo- Harmony
Excerpt- Adire Ọkàn isokan (Chronicles of Alyria)
The lady smiled up at Ava of them, “We call her Adire, the Goddess of harmony, full title Is Adire Ọkàn isokan. She is the keeper of harmony and togetherness she is the reason cities are formed, the reason birds flock together, without her the world will never know peace and the sky would fall just to spite the sea,” Ava watched the old lady pull at a piece of looses thread from the fabric she was weaving, it was the same fabric hanging off the wall of the shrine.
“Sometimes she is portrayed as a weaver, an elderly woman her feet are stained gray from walking on clay, her hands stained with indigo dye and callouses forming on her palm from pulling thread. That is the form most mortals see her as but she still remains our goddess,” Ava nods and watches the lady complete the fabric and hand it over to her she took the cloth in her hand and sighed. the cloth was rough but strangely comforting as she held onto it and looked up at the lady and gasped. smiling at her was a gorgeous women with Dark skin, her right her right eye a deep blue with specks of indigo surrounding it and her head was wrapped with an indigo and white fabric.
“Adire is with you my dear,” she said with a smile, “and Harmony will guide you always as long as you accept,” Ava felt a single tear roll down her cheek before she laughed and reached out to give the goddess a hug. for the first time in a while Ava felt at peace.
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