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{; indie dragon age oc blog ;} blog under construction est. 3/19/16

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              Tel'enfenim, da'len              Irassal ma ghilas              Ma garas mir renan              Ara ma'athlan vhenas                 Ara ma'athlan VHENAS

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by  tomoko mori

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     Laure eyes the man from afar. Those large, hazel eyes inspect his nearly hulking person, judging him silently and intently. She was inspecting him -- for a source of sovereigns, no doubt -- and judging by his armor, he wasn’t hurting. but he wasn’t the richest one to go after. The thought of ‘why him?’ crosses her mind, but she presses it low into her gullet -- she was much worse off than he was.

     Finally deciding to make her move, she judges his next turn on the street, and she cuts through an alley to the other side. walking in the direction opposite of him, she acts as if she’s distracted, and bumps shoulders with him. she was a little careless in the execution, because the moment she spins around to apologize, she drops the coinpurse she had managed to steal off of his person. 

     She presses her lips together, and goes silent, cheeks turning crimson as she balked at her own carelessness.

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She pulls away from the kiss she shared with her client, giving him a teasing wink and bite of the lip. He seemed reluctant to leave, but he did, after she urges him with a playful smack. It was obvious that these two were in love – or was it lust? It was hard to decipher.

Once he was out the door, she rolls her eyes. So it was simply lust after all. In Myriam’s case, it was a lust for crowns – she was a prostitute of the Passiflora, the finest brothel in Novigrad, after all. She simply disappears into her room for a moment, and comes back out with a certain skip in her step – a fine turnout it had been.

She notices the other, blonde-haired Elven man at the door. Finding herself both intrigued and attracted, she approaches him, back arched so that her backside seemed larger, and her chest more robust.

❝ ' Hey there, big boy. In need of some relaxation? ‘ ❞

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                                    laure & dancing ( ballet )

     &&.  being orlesian by birth, laure’s parents barely managed to convince a human instructor to teach her ballet. by her mother’s savings, and her father’s, she was able to receive a fairly basic ( and very harsh ) bit of knowledge in the art.

     &&.  laure, being slim and lithe, was a natural at ballet, in the beginning. she had near-perfect balance and, due to her high pain tolerance, she was able to stand en pointe for long periods of time. seeing her potential, her human instructor pushed her far beyond her limits, to see her quit or break down. laure has always been a stubborn soul, so she was able to handle ( at least outwardly ) the abuse the instructor put on her.

     &&.  while the few years she received the training was short-lived, the skills stuck with her for years. she uses her natural agility and flexibility to ‘impress’ clients, and often dances in the streets to raise money for her son.

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     &&.  can i convince anyone for a starter with these puppy eyes

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&&. i should make a vivienne

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She rises from the bed, peering lazily at the stranger that lay beside her.

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     &&.  so i deleted/dropped all threads AGAIN in favor of revamping AGAIN

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          ❝They say all elves are beautiful, that they are born thus. In Iorveth’s case someone set out to change this, marking his face with an ugly scar. Iorveth was a living legend, the elusive leader of a Scoia'tael unit whose members gave no thought to laying down their arms and continued their war against humans. Stories of his deeds, of his deep hatred of dh'oine, painted him as more akin to a vengeful ghost than to an individual made of blood, bone and flesh.❞

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█ ♞ █ ___ cosette adored the inquisitor. it was strange, really, being friends with an elf that wasn’t a servant -- not that she was ever truly friends with any of the ones around her father’s or husband’s manors. the inquisitor, adhlea, had made her way into cosette’s heart, and gripped it with an iron fist.

she was not in love with this elf, however. she simply saw their friendship as important. even more so, since cosette saw promise in a business relationship. the inquisition would make her a fortune, should she invest.

she approaches the inquisitor eagerly. posturing herself, elbows outward, she approached with the tap, tap, tap of her heeled shoes. she waited for adhlea to address her before she spoke, her voice thick with her orlesian accent, and muffled behind her mask.

⊰ ❝ Inquisitor. ❞ ⊱

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     &&.  guess who’s back

hint: it’s me