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@smugxscientific continued from here
Jasper bared her teeth and hunched low, predatory and focused. “They won’t. The Agates will run back to their ships and leave them. Move with me then. Or move aside. I will force this.” She gripped her side, her teeth bared, part of her ribs seemed to glitch.
@diamxntblanx
“You called.” Jasper’s voice rang out in the near-empty chambers, sound much more confident than she felt, and perhaps that was a good thing, perhaps not. The Diamonds were vastly differing, in her experience. She kept her form crisp and her salute impeccable, her bow malpracticed but still given. Her embers of eyes flicked about the chamber silently, assessing for other guards, perhaps a pearl.
"Do you ever... like wake up or do- like do uh somethin and you're just whaa the h- fuck is goin on?"
@blackstardiopside liked for a book starter.
Their road was a crooked series of stone steps carved into the mountain side, but the mules knew every inch of it, and Jasper’s beast of a warhorse followed closely, unburdened by pounds of armor and supplies Jasper would usually have on her. Jasper was glad the mules were so well trained. Here and there the stone was shattered from the strain of countless seasons, with all their thaws and freezes. Patches of snow clung to the rock on either side of the path, blinding white. The sun was bright, the sky was blue, and there were falcons circling ahead, riding on the winds. Up where the slopes were steepest, the steps wound back and forth rather than plunging straight down. Jasper had gone up the mountain. Who came back down was left to be discerned. She closed her eyes and loosed the reigns, allowing the bold warhorse to duck its head down to watch its footing. For a beast trained to bite and kick and trample fearlessly, he did well. She did, however, lean forward to get the woman in front of her’s attention. “Pass the wineskin?”
@heroicmxgicgem
“Just give me a second. I can do this, I can. Just - just hrrk.” She squeezed into the front seat of the truck after considerable effort taken into making enough room. She still sat awkwardly, and hunched, but able to move well enough. With a deep huff, she leaned out the window.
“Now get in.”
@hexenbomb
“I will have to watch you and your jests,” Maria stated with a sigh. She had hardly gotten used to the way the other played and had her fun. The one time she might have offered comfort in so long. It was seldom that she saw those who sat comfortably in their madness. Seldom moreso did she feel any inclination to be around such a thing.
“You have a fine head on your shoulders. Else I may be mad as well. Tell me more of what these trinkets do.”
@tearscfhealing liked for a book starter
The wolf dreams were the good ones. In the wolf dreams she was more swift, stronger, running down prey with a pack at her heels. It was the other dreams she came to hate, the dreams where she had two feet instead of four. In that one, she was always looking for a lost love, stumbling through a waste land of mud and blood and fire. It was always raining in that dream, and she could hear the other screaming, but a beast with a dog’s head would not let her go save her. In that dream, tears sprang to her eyes and she loathed herself for it. In the wolf dreams, only blood wept. She awoke with a start, breath hard and mind disoriented, drenched in sweat as if she had lived between the mud and blood and fires.
“The position you were made for dictates your destiny. You will never be any more, only less.”
