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Art by fenharelx on deviantart of Sapho’s Gaganskin gear.

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My computer’s frame rate is awful, but I managed to capture it at least. 

@offangandclaw

My Starseeker, Knight of Ishgard, and beloved of my heart; may we walk ever in the light of the crystal and under the blessing of the twelve. I am so proud and honored to be yours. 

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T'was only a corridor-- a path between benches like one we had walked many times just outside of Camp Drybone. Sapho had traipsed through countless a sacred place with mud on his boots and a heavy heart. He hardly knew what it was like to stand in such a place and feel his heart leap with excitement—even joy. Next to J'tomo there wasn't much that he could compare to. That man was radiant light even on a normal day, but dressed as he was in such snowy white—the color of the land he had adopted as his home, Sapho could hardly look at him.  

Finally, written as a vague mention in a single log book from years before the calamity had the name been scrawled along with Mikh'a and other members of their tribe's-- "Sapho'li."  

Though he may never remember his parents, lost to the light that they too had served—he knew he had had more than just half brothers once, and perhaps they lived still.  

Sapho’s life had changed so exponentially, touched and molded by the people; both man and beast—who he had met in Ishgard. Now, faced with a task that they may not return from, he and J'tomo knew it was the time to go through with it. It had been two years since Sapho had frantically forged the flawless bands that they had carried, hidden for all that time. On the eve fo the bloody banquet as J'tomo had chased the shadow of the Azure Dragoon, one Estinien Wyrmblood, he had sent the ring to him with a hastily penned letter. Then, he had thought it might be the last thing he was alive to do for J'tomo—that even if the traitorous Crystal Braves had managed to manipulate everything into a coup, they would at least be joined in this way.  

Looking back on all that had come to pass, and who they had hoped might stand with them on the day of this momentous occasion, their family had grown small. But there was still hope and they still walked together towards the future. No grief could taint the joy of this day, as vows pledged would go on for eternity, as their friend Edda had taught them most fervently.  

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@offangandclaw

"I think this bow is calling to you," J'tomo said as they passed the stall in the market.  

Sapho turned to him—unable to keep from looking, for his curiosity was often wont to mislead him—and scowled at the ware in mention. Its bright plumage was indeed Sapho's favorite color, somewhere darker than lilac as it faded into white. J'tomo looked at him with that knowing, piercing gaze of his and it wrenched his heart.  

Instead, he shifted to feel the weight of the greatsword upon his back, a reminder of what he was and what he must do, always. Keep "Fray" sated. Boots pointed forward. Protect Rielle—And Sidurgu.

"My dear-heart, there is no place for such darkness in the heart of a performer." He said dismissively, though the bow's beauty did tug at his heartstrings.  

"That's not true. People need sad songs too," J'tomo said after a moment, laying his hand upon Sapho's shoulder.  

"'Tis a pretty thing..." Sapho mused as he gazed down at it, peddler eying him with suspicion that turned to hope of a sale about to take place.  

"Aye, and Guydelot and Sanson—surely they've worked out their differences by now. You must at least try."  

He had not picked up the bow save for to aid those two since the tragedy that had befallen him in his youth. Blood on his hands—a bard who could do nothing to help his comrades in battle at all. Sapho believed that he would do the same again and run if given the chance, and that was why he couldn't, mustn't--  

His tail swished behind him as he frowned and finally broke the weapon's spell on him. He turned on his heel and stalked away.  

"Perhaps another time."  

Two days later, J'tomo found him with bloodied fingers and feathers scattered about his room in the Rainbow Palace. The bow lay upon the table as he fletched arrows for it in a frenzy. Though he could not explain it, he could not stop himself from acquiescing to his nature, either.  

[elenahawthornegryffindor]

There is something about you

Elena loved running in her animagus form. The white wolf just seemed to glide through the forest floor until she reached a lake. the sights, the smells, they were all beautiful. She was breathing deep before she shifted back. 'Lena moved to the tree and shifted to human form before coming back to the shore of the lake.

It was then she saw it. The large white wolf at the tree line a ways down the lake. It was different she thought. Elena watched it a long moment and suddenly felt the urge to be near it. Most people would be scared but she was curious and growing more intrigued by the moment. She walked toward it slowly not wanting to scare it off, her heart pounding in her chest. 

She stood there transfixed wanting to reach out but stayed still. "where did you come from?" she whispered in a purr.

[elenahawthornegryffindor]

I owe two strarters- One to Ryan  and one to OFFANGANDCLAW

I owe arianna and zabinoscuro on threads

ANYONE ELSE?

and does anyone else want a starter while I am at it?

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"Oh!" Cora laughed, covering her eyes with her hand before peeking through her fingers. "Enjoying yourself?"

[alisegarrowayandcedricdarcy]

offangandclaw replied to your post “Guys I really wanna play sims”

torrent that shit. thats what i did.

{doesn't know how to do the thing} ..... halp?