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             epizov

        “Lara! Long time no see! Where did you run off to for so long?”

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          “Gwen--- it’s good to see you, too.”                A light little breath of amusement.        “A small expedition caught my attention.                To Siberia. I was off preparing.”

[sidestuiff]

Tell me what you think about my portrayal!

[kraplay]

[xlaracroft]

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               Apexes of lithe digits curl about the           string of a mighty bow residing within the           confines of skilled grasp. And oh, how           malicious it is. Modernly so. Modified to           higher-end performance and stabilized           with a weight to further its potential. As           if looking at it from a simple glance would           deter even the heartiest of beasts and           mercs alike. But it is now, in this lapse of           momentary flow, that the menacing tip of           an arrow finds its directed intention that           of a buck’s jugular.                    Or, rather, the assumed point of such likeness.

               That is, of course, until the disturbance           of the earth around her sounds off in the           cry of twigs and whispering of shrubbery.           It causes one’s attentiveness to draw           wayward and pull from the scene, concealing           one’s own midst the trees in a hastened           ascension within one of many. All done with           haste, yet precision and care is embraced           just the same.

                       And that bow is readied once more.

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               Tremors rush throughout one’s own           frame, the frigidity of the Siberian climate           taking its toll on this particular wanderer.           For moments ago, she had burst from           freshly veiled snow deathly granted by an           unforgiving avalanche of which swept her           away. Far from a mountain side yonder her           current positioning, in fact.

               And lo, her breath is apparent in all manners           of the like, sleeved limbs now rising to coil           about a cushioned torso. Warmth was eluding           her, shelter now becoming her main concern.           So let it be that mobility wills her forth.

                               SURVIVE.

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               Hands marred by earthen will lift,           finding lifted halt next to flames that           burned ever so brightly in the evening           air. Even still as storms rage yonder the           mountain’s peak, garnering up a tension           within a bridge of scraped shoulders           and battered spine. Yet, through the trial           and tribulation of fierce lands and           unforgiving tumbles, she presses on all the while.

               A moment of reprieve to recollect on           all that’s happening and the challenges           yet to come. A breath drags past grooves           chapped from the rain and cold, spilling           like the distant waterfall.

[kinginnuendo-blog]

                     ❛ could have fooled me with us in                        the middle of nowhere and all… ❜

        not that he truly minds & yet besides the scenery there’s not much to entertain the pirate.  so little complaints here and there, all quite trivial, whilst gauging the other’s reaction has been his only pastime. however, there is a part of him almost looking forward to reaching their destination & the surprises that may unfold.

                                       ❛ —— but i’ll take you at your word, lass. ❜

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               Even so, the thudding of those hardened           soles of rubber grant unto their own a           likelihood of continuity. It is an open-minded           drive and determination to seek out that of           which most dare not strive for.

                To wander on lands untouched for eons,           all treacherous in their own way. But even so,           steadfast is she in her desire to push on.           A lithe left ascends, directing the index of           extremities toward the cliffside.

               “Look, over there---” And it is remnants of ruins,            built straight from the mountain’s own.                              Carved into reality.

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STARTER CALL!

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          “---This is it.”

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[alldaddyarchive]

anonymously send me what part of my writing you like the most & why.

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[sakurakasumi]

crown thingy.

URL: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5Theme: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 (Always so neat…)Content: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5Characterization: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5Do we rp?: Yes | No (She just sent a starter and I must reply to it.)Would I rp with you?: Yes | No (Of coooourse.)Why I followed: I’ve known this girl ever since she followed me on Tumblr. She was Lightning when I met her. She’s a sweetheart, although I wish we talked more often.Why you should follow them: The greatest all time supporter in the world, not to mention quite an exquisite writer. Her writing style kicks ass, it’s unique, nothing I’ve seen before.

Tips to Improve (from the theme to posts): Not from threads or posts. I just wish we talked more often. >_>; ehem.

Final Thoughts: IGNORE ALL HATE ANONS. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. IGNORE THEM SALTY KIDS THEY DON’T KNOW ANY BETTER. and… I love you.

[betaclaws]

It's National Kissing Day, send ‘:*’ to give my muse a kiss.

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     HIS LIPS quirks in a silent show of thanks,      glad for her SUPPORT. with her at his side,      the way UP is clear && he clings to her      like he would a piece of driftwood in the      tumultuous sea. her presence stabilized him.

              ‘   how – where are we going ??

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               There is a subtle grasp to fortify the           stability in which he clung to, an aid in           which he could not currently grant to his           own. This is no burden to her, only courtesy           and simply right. And what’s more is that           not much further, there is a plateau that           comes to view.

          A subtle nudge, and hushed tone is given off.                “We’ll just.. set up camp here for the night.”           Besides, they were far from true                and immediate danger at this point.