.Terran.
I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold
@[Cress]
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
This is my design [Cress]
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04-23-2017, 08:49 PM
.Terran. I want to live, I want to give, I'm a miner for a heart of gold @[Cress]
04-24-2017, 05:29 PM
all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash The thought fills her with peace as she wanders towards the Meadow, her deep brown eyes glowing in the autumn sunlight. The Taiga is her home now; a seemingly chilly place for the golden woman, but Jinju had promised her pine forests and Ruan had quelled her doubts by describing the land to her. She is excited but nervous to be a part of a kingdom-like setting again and maybe that is why she has not yet crossed the border into the Taiga. Will they accept her? Will her heart truly be in it, like it was when she was a member of the Valley? Nothing can replace her former home, but she desperately wants something to take its place. She has been alone for so long. Cress, too, has grown new wings, those that belong to a dragon. Without her healing, she has to admit that it was a painful, arduous process, but she is entralled with them all the same. The wingbones are covered in scales that are a burnished copper-gold to match her coat, and the thick, leathery material that stretches between each wingbone is cream. In her eyes, there has never been anything more beautiful or dangerous as her wings, though for now she has been keeping them furled and resting along her spine. Without her healing factor, she's admittedly afraid to take to the skies just yet. What if something goes wrong? Lost in her thoughts, she hardly even notices the stallion's wings until they slap into her side, and she jerks to full alertness immediately. The bald-faced man turns to her and apologizes sheepishly, and she laughs. "It's no problem. As are mine," she responds, and there's a playful gleam in her eyes as she reaches out to brush her nose against once of his golden appendages. "Though I must admit, yours just might beat mine for 'wow' factor." At that, she lets her own wings fall limply at her sides, the golden scales glittering in the sunlight. "I'm Cress." cress oxytocin x kindling infected. |
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