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[aggestis-blog]

“by the time we learn to live it is already too late.”

;; – “I’m in my mid-thirties and I am just barely learning to live.”

Daniel finds it kind of funny– he really does. He doesn’t expect hisbody to last much past forty, not because it’s part of his agenda butbecause he just has this feeling that it won’t. Alas, a few years of lifeis better than none.

“It’s best I make good use of it then, no? For what little is left, anyway.”

[theeternalsun]

      “And allowing them to continue believing that they can walk without consequence after being disrespectful it’s better?...” her voice drags on, tone unimpressed as her sharp eyes continued following the humans that still laughed in the distance “I think that a slap on the wrist would do no harm.” after all, rude Children sometimes need to be educated, and perhaps even a fright to be put on the right path.

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[provocatcur-blog]

He's holding a knife in his hand, sharp and clean but obviously well-loved judging by the notches in the handle. Durotan settles his gaze on Seine with calm eyes, voice rumbling low in his chest. "Time to cut your hair."

A child should never come to fear the voice of their parents. Never should they feel the clenching tight anxiety in their gut when they are addressed by them. Flinch not, wince, never wince. Seine expected at first his voice to be harsh, a roar, and constant anger. She is small, and easily spoken down to. Easily crushed by curses and roars of others. Yet when he addresses her, it is the calming crash of waves and never a roar. His voice is wind, that carries gently and warm across her back and brow. It has all the power to unleash storms should he wish and never once has he raised his voice to her. They made him Chieftan because of this, she is certain.

The Kossith are a hard, ferocious people. When she washed upon the shore of their Island she was half dead and bloodied. It was a miracle sharks did not take her, or the sun bake her alive on the hot sand. His hands, despite their size and very ability to crush her skull like a hollow shell, were the first gentle hands she had ever experienced. Only a child, and still had seen hardness she should not have known at a young age when he found her. Yet his gaze, his voice and HER voice, and comforting touch had the wild defenses in her mind calmed. They gave her no reason to ever rebel against their wishes. Never a reason to fight them, with all their hard lessons and teachings she absorbed it all. Though she felt slight apprehension as she saw the knife, knowing full well it was a necessary  need to cut it. It had been a few years and already her hair reached beyond her waist, and almost too long to be useful in battle. Years prior she felt something opposite of fear to ever see the knife. That knife meant bonding. Quiet, bonding time with the figure she only ever considered to be a father. He had his clan to lead, and did not always have time for the strange child he had taken in. That much she understood. Yet when the knife appeared she almost eagerly bounded to him before, glad to know of all the hands of the clan that these were the most welcoming.Nearly a woman grown she nods slowly and pulls the braid apart and removes the ribbons and leathers, the teeth and the shells, letting them fall to the leather scrap by her feet. Chin raised high she meets his gaze, holding back the adoration and love she holds for him, for her.“May I be allowed one braid to keep? By my ear.” She is never afraid to ask, for the answers if rejected she understands and does not question. He is a good leader. He knows many things, and has many years of experience beyond her. He knows what is best, even for her.It never hurts to ask, though.

[spiritbled-blog]

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        "I'd prefer if you did not touch me. I seek no assistance         from beasts I do not know the nature of."

[motherlyfigure]

❛ you don’t have to do this. ❜

          sigrid  glanced up at   him  with a smile  &   shook  her head,  as  she          run  the  rag  out of slightly  less water,   she  began  to dab  it  around          his  wound,   then  she turned  in  time  to  get  the  medicine,  from           her  younger  sister,  who  held  her little home  made,  dollie.  sigrid          worked  tentatively  at  his  wound.  she  had  seen  a many  a men           with  wound’  s   such  as   he had  on  his  leg.   probably orcs,  but          she  would  not   say  anything like  that  out loud  for  tilda  or  bain to          head,   she  just  foucsed   on  his  wound,  soon  patching  him up,          the  wound  was   ready  to heal  up  &  close  with  the medicine  she          had  given  him,   with  a smile  she looked up  at  him  &  said.                                          ❛  all finished.  ❜

   (   @loktcr. x.  ) 

[evxnstar]

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             Much happening through tough times, a required and unexpected alliance coming upon to defeat a much greater force.  Yet it still felt a feeling of uncertainty once meeting such brute and bloody creatures.  How well would it end?

                            ❝ Peace, my friend.....                                    May this day bring a bright sunshine upon our futures. ❞

               A long time dedicated to studies and training alone, now to come to somewhere it’d be needed to SURVIVE, after this long and prosper reign of the highborne living in Silvermoon; the maiden said to own the beauty of the Stars, coming from her homeland to aid this alliance.