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[brunhilde]

Teach a child to lie from the moment that they take a breath, and they will not think twice about lying to their teachers' faces.

Brunhilde remembers this. Watching her father lie. Watching her mother lie. Wondering why all she is left with is a bad attitude and worse life.

Sure, she was brattier back then. Fiesty and angry and unyielding. But she deserved the kind of attention her parents' gave their love lives and as Brun got older, she realized this.

And it made her so deeply, deeply angry.

Now, stalking furiously through tightly-woven trees, Brunhilde looks the picture of revenge. Vibrantly built of flame while carrying a gaze that could kill: she is nearly the femme fatale she was before her hallucinogenic pregnancy (and before the time with -- she can't even say his name).

Brun hisses, flicking her mane over her neck and beckoning the fire to alight each luscious hair. Here, amongst tugging branches and desperate thorns, is a particularly touch place to carry an impossibly long mane. As she passes summery foliage, her locks light the greenery aflame.

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[Nolin]

Nolin

He has lived in Pangea for some time now...though he has lived a life of solidarity, mainly due to his own cause. He had grown content to the lack of communication, but oddly enough, he decided to venture out to the forest.

He didn't have any intentions to recruit, as many do within the forest. A walk perhaps, if he just so happens upon it, then perhaps a conversation..

As luck may have it, he finds himself not far off from another. He spots her...her pelt matching in color to the soon to be autumn leaves. He stands for a moment, admiring her colors how the yellow blends perfectly with an orange that trails down to a deep red. Her wings looked nearly like real fire, as if her body wasn't catchy enough.

He looks around, hoping that she hadn't noticed him awkwardly staring, he didn't mean too..at this point he might as well go introduce himself, he has nothing better to do.

The pale stag approches, his dark green mane dances about his shoulder as he moves. Hello, he says, stopping a few paces away, his lack of interaction with others is clear. She seemed...to have a similar demeanor to his own...it actually more enticing to him, perhaps they could share stories of there crappy childhood one day. I'm Nolin, I couldn't help but notice you... How stupid he must sound, jumbling words together in an effort to create a substantial sentence.

Your Past Does Not Define Your Future

@[brunhilde]