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[bloodcoveredsnow]

Alice was quiet as she made her way through the jungle of the Vale Of Tears. Everything had regrown by this time, and she knew she must keep it safe and protected. She walks down the path, following the new source of power she'd felt not too long ago. She kept her hand resting on the hilt of her Vorpal blade, no longer the bloody kitchen knife that it once was. Now it was a full sword, intricately carved with floral patterns, and the blade held a slightly blue glow.

She made her way through the trees, rapidly floating branch to branch. She was following the path of this new arrival. She'd felt raw power. Something completely unfamiliar to her.

She ties her hair back as she finds the source of power walking down the path opposite her. She climbs up further into the trees, making her way to the other path, but out of sight as she watched the new arrival. A man.. An unfamiliar face. She tilts her head before deciding to make her presence known.

"Halt." She finally calls out to him, making her presence known. "State your name and reason for intrusion." She drops down, blocking his path. A woman with dark hair, and silver armor over a blue dress. She had her sword sheathed at her hip. A warrior.

"No sudden moves. Lest you wish to be cut down where you stand by my Vorpal blade. It goes snicker-snack and leaves you dead. I am the protector of this realm and you are an unwelcomed guest. How did you find Wonderland?" She rests her hand on her blade, tapping the hilt with her fingertips. Awaiting a response.

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[dxnse-macabre]

closed starter for @bas0rexias !

THE LAKE WAS COLD, even colder at night like this -- but it was quiet, and isolated. astarion lifted his head from the water, the suds from his soap latching around his midsection; he still had a loose grip on his half-finished soap-bar, planning on finishing his nightly bath. since everyone needed more time to sleep than a normal elf's trance, he had plenty of time to himself.

or so he thought.

❝ my dearest, DARLING wizard ... ❞ he was quick to hear the noises by the beach, and he knew damn well who it was just by the footsteps.

he spun around, locking eyes with the other.

❝ you can't sneak for shit. ❞

[warwaited]

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"I always find it so irksome when people have the presumption to tell me to consider the consequences. As if the actions I take are borne of a misunderstanding of the situation - do they not think that I may have fully considered everything that might result, and am acting based on the most likely course to result in success?"

Rakatak takes a deep breath through her nose, lets it out through her mouth, and turns to partially face Wyll. "Let's enter, then, this world you've daydreamed where I am reckless and also, arguably, an idiot. What consequences am I not considering? That people may be upset that we are in open conflict and I am working to resolve that conflict?"

Her lip twitches. "Efficiently?"

[ofangelsanddemigods]

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Blyth had been in hiding for so long now. It had all started the night he was attacked by a vampire and left for dead... But what sealed his decision for going in hiding.. was Clara. He had killed her and drank her blood. A decision he had come to regret. He hated what he'd become. He only killed those that wandered too far into his territory.

The tall blonde man had been feeding off of a deer when he heard it. Footfalls. He looks around, scenting the air. An unfamiliar scent?.. he takes on a defensive position, fangs out, blood dripping down his chin. He positions himself over his kill, his food.

It was then that he saw the intruder. He stares, seeing just what he'd smelled. A man. This one was different than others he'd met. He held a rather particular scent. It was oddly familiar.. the scent of a vampire. "Get lost! This one's mine!" He spoke, baring his teeth and bristling. His fingernails elongated a few inches, hand on the deer and the other at his side as he crouched. This tactic usually worked on intruders. He hoped it would work here.

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"Sorry. Sometimes healer's hands aren't all that soft." Morren replied reflexivley. Her's certainly weren't, calloused as they were.

She had made sure that the bandages were tight but perhaps she had made them a bit too tight. It wasn't too bad a wound considering goblin blades could be wicked sharp, but it still had bled a lot. Morren had wrapped Gale's arm in wet linen first (sacrificing a nice white shirt she had found to her knife) then added a layer of dry, paranoid that there may be some dirt left in the wound that she had missed and would cause infection. Better to be thorough now than sorry later.

With a last twist, she tied a small knot and tucked it under a lower layer of bandage. Now for healer's orders: "There. You're done. I'll have to change these tomorrow again and clean out unless you want to do that yourself. Other than that, maybe try using your other hand for the moment. The worst thing you can do is reopen the wound. If you do that, I'll have to get the sewing needle out and then you will have a scar."

[ovilis]

"run away!" - karlach

"And do what? Scurry up a tree?" The dragon really had no idea what had gotten into her friend. "Did you get into my bag, by any chance?" If she did -- and she got ahold of some rather strange plants, then this was going to be a fun evening. "Chill, Kar; it's a squirrel."

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