#thenomadicphoenix

[mukmukks]

And the other two!

GateGuardingDragon's Meiling in 8

TheNomadicPhoenix's OC, Noah in 2

[stormserpentofparadise]

Forgive me, father.

Life never lets the going get easy, does it?

"I’m sorry." he whispers, watching Maya join the rest of the children on their way to school. She turns and waves to him, and her parents; he can see them, but not so for these mortals.

This child had found him, nursed him back to health - or as close to it as he could get without his river connected to him. A full year now he had watched and protected her from harm.

"But this is one path you cannot walk with me."His life force was running out. He had to find that sealed paradise, or he would perish.

That night, his usual spot by her bedside remained devoid of his presence. She cried herself to sleep, lonely, afraid, not knowing why he had left. And his guilt and regret trailed wetness down his cheeks as he forged onwards, towards his destiny.

[unculturedroman-is-moving-blog]

♅ [[kARMA]]

For every " ♅ " in my askbox, I'll name one of my character's quirks.

Jason is usually rather conflicted with the ladies. He has Piper, the epitome of his love life, and the two of them have a rather unique relationship. Without details, it began rocky and started to even out.

And then there's Reyna. Oh gods, Reyna, now there's the issue. Jason's so dense he can't see when someone likes him, well, for years. Ah, the wonders of adolescent ignorance.

Finally and currently, there's Adri, the most complicated relationship yet. The River Lethe conflicts the entire pairing as it has with Piper in certain verses, but Heracles makes matters even more dire. Jason never gets a break with the ladies.

[foxmancer]

Thank you Based Crabmancer for that video.

No prob

[causticmeter-blog]

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thenomadicphoenix

She rubbed at her temples. Her body was killing her and all she needed was a cigarette, not every asshole in the program jumping on her.

She sighed heavily, pressing her palms into her eyes, "What?"

[fearedthirdeyesatori]

"Now that just ain't right." A few minutes later, he put his machete back into its sheath. There was no longer a slave market.

Thankful of the young man who had saved her, she rubbed a bruised arm and looked toward him. "T-thank you, sir," she said softly but gratefully, still in shock over what had happened to herself and the market...and the other's thoughts when he slaughtered the market. "A-are you okay?"