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[justashadetalkative]

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She wasn’t so much suffering a fever or illness than she was overheating entirely. The day was too hot, too dry, and her sensitive skin certainly didn’t like that. Paired with the fact that she breathes through her skin, the poor young girl was certainly having a time. She couldn’t go to a human doctor, how does one explain a multi chambered stomach, no lungs, and flipped heart to the poor person who would try to help her?

No, she would have to deal with this herself.

So here she was, sitting in the shade fanning herself, trying to remember where a pond was so she could go sit at the bottom of it. Her skin was dry and pale, ears folded downward, flicking occasionally trying to cool her small form. Then, out of the corner of her blurred vision she notices a shape- someone much taller than her,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Hax-? ❞

She assumes it’s them, she swore she’d stopped to rest closer to home… but perhaps she misjudged and found herself closer to the edge of the mountainous forest than it’s center.

“Ah—no, sorry, you must be thinking of someone else,” Diamond says, frowning and tilting his head towards the voice. When he’d decided to practice navigating woodland while he waited for Phosa and Linast to finish their visit to this world, he hadn’t exactly been intending to look for company. But he hadn’t decided to avoid it, either, when he’d sensed another mind nearby. 

He’s glad that he didn’t. Now that he’s paying more attention and has heard the person talk, they don’t seem well.

His guide cane lodges in a bush while he’s distracted. Diamond mutters a curse and pauses to disentangle it, using an irritated flick of telekinesis to free the tip when it snags on a vine or something. Aside from the fact that people generally can’t resist helping when he looks like he’s about to walk into a branch, he remembers belatedly that this is another reason why he decided to do this while he had some time alone. He gets distracted too damned easily. “Fuck. One second…”

Once he’s free of the bush and reoriented, Diamond cautiously makes his way over towards the person.

“My name’s Diamond; he/him pronouns. Are you feeling alright? Can I help you find anyone?”

[starsmuserainbow]

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She certainly didn’t expect this, leading the small girl to let out a small, confused, bleat, but the gesture/gift was not unwelcome.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Starfire, thank you! Spirits, where did you get this? It’s beautiful! ❞

Starfire giggled happily to Eath's reaction, and beamed at her friend when she clearly liked the scarf.

"I am delighted that you are liking it!" She had hoped so, of course, and this was the confirmation that her feeling about this pretty scarf had been correct. "I have found it in a small shop during my patrolling through the city, and I have immediately known that it is one that I wish to give you!"

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“Uh, hey! Could you give me a hand? I got a little... tied up.” Literally.

[talesofourworlds]

@finderofdeath​ continued from here!

Though Ion would freely confess that he’d never seen Eath around before, that was hardly a reason to turn her away. It especially wasn’t when she really did look like she needed help. Ion approached, moving so he could offer support to her if she needed it, before offering an answer to her question.

“You’re in the city of Daath,” Ion told her. There would be time for questions later, he decided. Right then, he needed to do something to help. He wasn’t altogether sure what he’d do, but the least he could do was show her some kindness.

“There’s an inn nearby,” he told her. “Come with me... I can take you there, and you’ll be able to rest some.” Even if he wasn’t sure what could have been affecting her, he did at least empathize with her. There’d been plenty of times where he’d felt like he would have passed out. Ion just hoped that Eath would let him try to do this much for her.

[lady-scorpion-and-friends]

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Scorpion is the second daughter of Queen Cassidy and the first in line to the throne, she was the only one of her sibling that were born with powers and she had to learn a lot about hos to control and prepare herself  to rule the kingdom someday.

Right now, she was having a walk at her garden and relax a bit, she loved that rose garden, she remembered how her mom told that every rose’s color has a meaning, she always wanted to received roses from someone but by true love not just because she was a princess, it a dream that she have since little but never came true, she have meet a lot of suitors but it was the same.

She kept watching the roses unaware of the stranger near by.

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[blindeyebounty-a]

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     Sulvric was no stranger to feeling cornered and afraid after being attacked, so he simply removed his hat and crouched slightly, “No, you ain’t fine..” he sighed, reaching into a small bag on his hip and carefully pulling out some bandages.

     “Lots a folks come into town outta the desert with wounds, but that looks mighty fresh.. I can help ya, if you’ll let me.” He holds out the bandages in one hand, his other hand palm up and his jade green eyes soft and concerned.

[ceruleanscarred-a]

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     While the coming of spring brought many good things, it also brought along some inconveniences for the large dragonborn. For starters, Vorel was currently going through her spring shed. Her scales had become rather pale looking, and moving around was uncomfortable and slightly painful. Not to mention she could hardly see. But she had a job to do...

     Despite her clouded vision, Vorel had been asked to help set up for an upcoming spring festival and was currently trying to tie ribbons to a lamppost. It was a somewhat comical sight, this huge blue struggling to tie a bow with her large clawed hands and cursing under her breath....

[goofwithmuses]

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The   little   demon   plastered   posters,   CHILDISHLY   drawn   in   crayon,   on   several   buildings   he   strolled   past.   Their   parchments   had   bright   red   letters   spelling   out   ‘Have   You   Seen   This   Demon!?’.   Below   those   words   was   an   ILLUSTRATION   of   what   King   believes   his   father   may   look   like,   a   taller   and   older   version   of   him   appearing   mighty   and   FEARLESS,   while   stationed   on   a   mountain   of   those   that   were   defeated.

“Just   one   more   left...,”   the   demon   silently   spoke.   He   glanced   downwards   at   the   last   poster,   considering   where   to   place   it.   King   has   been   hanging   these   lost   &   found   drawings   every   day   now   since   the   broadcasting,   since   their   father   still   hadn’t   reached   out.   However,   as   of   late,   he   questioned   if   doing   this   task   was   even   NECESSARY.