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[amolahmor-ghameq]

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He hadn’t really planned on coming back to Sindria, this time around he was just returning to pick up a few sentimental things and make his peace with the country that had taken him in as a criminal and misguided child.  Olba’s siblings weren’t with him, insisting they stay in Kou while he wrapped things up here for good before returning to them... a part of him had hoped he’d be able to return like old times but after the whole ordeal he knew he was better off repaying his dues elsewhere.  

Knowing most of the faces here was just something he’d grown used to, so seeing someone so painfully out of place had him curious... and that was just what the man with dark hair and odd attire struck him as.

“I don’t mean to be rude or nothin... but you don’t really strike me as the fishing type,” He joked, approaching the other who was on the shoreline.

[the4thmagi]

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“This is how I make friends.”

“This is not how you make friends.” 

[exgladixtor]

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◤    The general was just walking out in the forests of Sindria, when he found a beaten man. Instantly the general bristled, as he saw that collar around his neck. Collars in his mind were associated with slavery. Was this guy a runaway? Well, with that hostile attitude he certainly wasn’t broken.

    The Fanalis stays a few feet away. “I want to help you.” He says gently. At the other comment he chuckles, “Your the one who came to my home. This is Sindria, your on an island.” There wasn’t much to run from other than water. He knew he was intimidating, he was large and his muscles were gigantic. So he sits down on the ground to try and seem less intimidating. “It might be surprising but I’m actually a general here. I can help you.” He says simply and officially. He knew not to jump into to many questions, for now he would ignore the man’s wounds. Gaining a small amount of trust was more important at the time.  ◢

[karsiia]

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He knows it’s a terrible habit to keep but sometimes it helps. Keeps his head calm and his hands distracted. Or, at least those are the excuses he uses before excusing himself from his seat to step outside, shrugging. 

“Yeah, I know it might sound bad, but sometimes I need a smoke break.”

[crimsonlightfan-blog]

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“I’m not afraid of you,” Doron growled, drawing his knees up to his chest. He didn’t have the strength-or conviction-to het up, so he only scoffed and looked away from the prince. “Go away. I’ll be fine in a little while, your highness.” He put as much derision into the words as possible, even as he gave a pained shudder and tried to curl further in on himself-wincing as he did.

Ignoring the stubborn words, Mei closed the gap between them and crouched down next to the injured magician. However since he was curled up in a ball, the prince couldn’t see what injuries he had properly. 

“Perhaps you will be. But wouldn’t you rather try and speed the process up? Its getting dark ... and cold. You won’t last too long out here in that state.”

[kouseventhprincess]

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Kourin was no longer a princess.  Her title was far less grand now than the daughter of the Emperor... Koutoku had passed on much sooner than she’d thought and with Kou in disarray from Hakuryuu’s civil war under the new world alliance, no one even remembered who she was anymore or who she used to be.  

The region her husband controlled wasn’t the most impressive section of the Empire, an extremely modest state from what she’d known but Kourin became used to it.  It suited the former seventh princess; strolling through a section of forest beyond the estate she lived in with her hair down which was a rarity for her.  Maybe she had too much on her mind to bother with it today.

She was more then a bit surprised to catch someone in the midst of the usual seclusion of the trees, a tall man with dark hair and odd attire that looked to be foreign to say the least.  Being far from shy, she approached cautiously and shifted her cloak up upon her shoulders.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”