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Guys in Solun like to show their titties. This is a very big fashion statement in the city, for men or masc aligned folk to accentuate the chest. Fashion in Solun is all about flow. Slowly fabrics that drape across the arms, dresses, robes, and capes dragging across the ground, and gold. Lots of gold. It's a thing in Solun to always be dressed to the 9s and even children are adorned with gold, often moreso than the adults around them.
Some examples I found online below
Reign, Ruin and the Castle to the Sky
Artist: Shwerns
Blasphemous words were uttered silently, harshly from pale lips and red shadows curled from blackened claws digging into cold earth. Black ground replacing the soon to be green that would now never come unless warm rays pierced the bleeding darkness. The horned humanoid cast his red eyes about, watching little Lambs perform similar rituals and his mind heard the words of the kaldorei Solun echo in his mind...
“The path ahead branches thrice...”
A Lamb with red hair, turned her own darkened gaze to the creature she followed. One who promised a better future while eyes were once more turned away. They locked gazes, words unspoken but, communicated all the same and she called to the others. They rifted, leaving their leader to his thoughts as they continued the work of preparing the land for when the time came to rise once more.
The world around him was quiet now, he watched the numbing landscape begin to creak and groan. The corruption spreading, eating away at the voices of nature sleeping and guardians diminished failing to hear their cry for help.
“Two will promise reign...”
The shadows began to connect with other spots left by his Lambs, the air began to still into a familiar nothingness...
“And bring ruin...”
The dreaming trees began to wither as he walked about, touching at stone and leaf alike. A deep breath from his musings erupted from his fanged maw and he looked skyward to the stars. Another voice spoke amongst the fortune tellers words.
“Do you truly wish for the nothingness to come?”
“What of those who don’t want this end?”
He then remembered the silent futures observed, his gaze turning back to the winter about him and he looked skyward once more. Pausing his now reverent pacing...
“One will build a castle that will pierce the sky...”
Vorain at last smiled, uttering the final words of Solun out loud and looking to the rune in his claw. Mercurial...
“When you wane, remember your truth...”
“You are, because you must. Nothing else can be...”
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Η οδός προς την Ροτόντα Θεσσαλονίκης.
Ελλάδα (1916)
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The way leading up to Rotonda, Thessaloniki.
Greece (1916)
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Thessaloniki, Greece
I’m so excited to meet this NPC
A story, 2018.
Macedonian female folk costume from Solun, Aegean part of Macedonia (Republic of Greece).
Coffee, 2018.
