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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "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


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    [PQ - in progress] To give up would be a mistake; any fairy
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    <link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Advent+Pro' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .felicitey_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; background: url('https://i.postimg.cc/dVtpcsBS/felicitey-bg.png'); width: 600px; min-height: 600px; border: solid 3px #626751; border-radius: 300px 300px 0 0; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .felicitey_container p { margin: 0; } .felicitey_image { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 600px; border-radius: 300px 300px 0 0; } .felicitey_text { position: relative; z-index: 8; width: 580px; margin-top: -75px; margin-bottom: 10px; background-color: #191b0d; box-shadow: 0px 0px 15px 1px #000; } .felicitey_message { z-index: 8; position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #626751; padding: 40px; } .felicitey_name { font: 70px 'Advent Pro', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 0.0; color: #2c2d26; padding-top: 20px; } .felicitey_quote { font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; color: #626751; padding-bottom: 50px; line-height: 0.1; } </style> <center> <div class="felicitey_container"> <img class="felicitey_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/DyhR5dbh/felicitey.png"> <div class="felicitey_text"> <p class="felicitey_message"> She would not be deterred by the fairies silence, after all half the world is silent to her already. After many suns she makes her way back to the mountains base. Spring had just started showing it's fingers across Beqanna and snow still stuck stubbornly to the side of the mountain, covering her path in perilous obstacles. She had Dexter to help guide her, like she had since her birth. They made their slow trek to the mountains peak, shivering and pushing against the brisk winter-spring wind that whipped around the mountains sides. 

    When they finally reached the epicenter of Beqanna's magic it seemed like for a split second that she could feel the magic leaking into her feline bones, warming her enough to pull the shiver away. <b>Last time I was here, I waited for an answer and none was given.</b> she spoke confidently, paws firmly pressed into the snow below her and chest forward. <b>I will wait as long as I need to, visit as often as I can, and do what ever it is I need to until I receive an answer.</b>

    She looked around at the white rocky scape infront of her with one icey blue eye and one milky useless one. <b>I know I need to start living my life once I descend this mountain, regardless of the outcome. But, my hope will always run high until I receive what I am looking for.</b> she ends in a breathless, quiet proclamation. All of her life she had known nothing but disappointment, and abandonment, but the idea of being whole once again set her nerves on fire.<p class="felicitey_name">felicitey</p> <p class="felicitey_quote">who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.</p> </div> </div> </center>

    @[Officials] Felicitey is looking for vision sharing - non genetic with rose gold sun ray markings; she lost an amber eye to Djinni who gave it away to another competitor. She would like it back.
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    To give up would be a mistake; any fairy - by Felicitey - 09-16-2019, 08:56 AM



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