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[cfabyssal]

🔔 (Cue Azem running/teleporting away instantly afterwards)

Send 🔔 or ’collared!’ To place a collar on my muse

Having a collar cast on him, he looks down in horror before looking up as steam starts to come off him as he snarls.

Throughout the whole area where his office was, a roar could be heard, and then a blast. "AAAAZZZEEEEEEM!"

[angelic-din-mortem]

snakeofgarlemald

Your not wrong xD

Gently pats his arm. Now now Anca, you mustn't go on the murder spree just yet, leave that for the next dungeon.

[bladeshowers]

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"Lonely huh?" This brought a smirk to the reaper's face as he chuckled a bit. "Sometimes I do like be lonely, gives me time to think and be away from people. But I suppose my face is half the reason why I tend to be lonely." He then shrugs a bit as Ancalagon crosses his arms a bit. "What about you?"

“Why would your face have anything to do with that? You’re handsome. I see nothing wrong with it.” She winked playfully, before a moment later she grew serious. “Yeah, but I’m always alone. Kind of a lone wolf I guess. So I’ve just become numb to it over the years. Buuut when I see someone interesting, by themselves, I like to start up a conversation. Less lonely that way and it can be enlightening to say the least.”

[kolak-magiya-a]

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Reunion was a beautiful place - much of the Steppe was, even though its beauty also came with many dangers, ranging between the wildlife and the nomadic tribes scattered about. Still, Reunion was safe, and she was glad to stay the night here before they continued their journey in the morning.

Sitting nearby, she glanced over at her company. Vaguely she recalled Anca mentioning he was from the Steppe, and it made sense now. His dark scales being very similar to the other denizens here.

“...Anca, would you ever introduce me to your tribe?” She asked quietly. “I’d like to know more about where you’re from.”

[valebatcattusmoved]

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“...Huh.” Lumi tilted her head side to side, watching the axolotl in front of her float a moment longer. “They really can fly. I thought that was just a thing before that didn’t stay.”

She turned to the man next to her, still watching the axolotl as it began to float away. “You should probably do something before it gets stuck somewhere.”

[prxsperpina]

Continuation from this

Amaurot, a city of splendor, scholars and creation. Bastion of the world where all it’s knowledge is kept and used to better learn those who wished it... At least that was what Kore was told, but she still hadn’t been so sure how to feel being in this new place. The city was so different from the open fields of Elpis.

“It’s a unique spectacle to be sure, though you can’t really see the stars with all of the tall buildings,” she said, squinting lightly through the lights to try and see it, only to fail. “... What’s it like? Beyond the city walls?”

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[unsundered-lahabrea]

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“I did not steal a child.” Lahabrea speaks, and in another situation he would find Ancalagon’s expression utterly and absolutely amusing. Right then, however, all that there is in his voice is the usual grumpy frown.

“He lives, where those that were around him are no more.” He reveals. “Alone in the snow he would not have lasted.”

And had the light not been just right, had the child not reminded Lahabrea of another, a long time ago, he would not have bothered saving him. But he had been fortunate, that little hyur.

“Find him a family, or do not, it is no longer my concern.”

[primalvessel]

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He woke that morning, shaking, trembling, the nightmare fresh in his mind of the Final Days. He’d watched as somehow his friends had succumbed to despair one by one and then turned on him, monstrous, distorted.

It was still dark out, the sun having yet to rise and since he wasn’t sure whether he’d woken the Au Ra he was using as a pillow, one arm stretched across that broad chest sought Ancalagon’s hand, needing more contact even though he could feel the reaper’s chest rising and falling beneath his cheek.

He feared that he would look out of the window and see the sky aflame once more. And that fear would turn him into a monster too.

It was easy to let fear get the better of him in those quiet, dark hours. When there was no adrenaline to carry him, no task or objective to hold his attention and keep him focused.

While normally he would try not to wake his companion, that morning before even the grey light of dawn shone through the gaps in the curtains, he hoped truly that he had indeed woken his bedmate.