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Foul Villain!

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Literature

Castling (Rp Excerpt)

When: Nov 25th, 1895 Where: Kardia Square Word Count: 4720 Darshil| Tiago Darshil    When he returned to the square some minutes later, Darshil was no longer alone. Behind him marched a large group of Airavata, each one looking stern and ready in case of any potential incidents. They silently moved to form a long line in front of the crowd, creating a barrier between the protestors and the front gate of Kardia Manor. And once they had done so, Darshil stepped forward ahead of the line, drawing himself up to his full height and speaking with a loud, clear voice.     “By order of the Organizer I must ask that all those involved in thi

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Little Lion

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Oh Deer

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Great Big Sketchdump Feb '19

Sketching with Turtle

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WIP: Wispy

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Palette Challenge Round 1

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The Acolyte

just testin' some stuff

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Literature

The Path

Erina had seen many strange things that night—shifting halls, bizarre Constable-like creatures, maps of cities both known and unknown, strange calculations on the walls of the Steward’s office… even a whisper of the Hound himself. It had taken her by surprise—Laurent had ensured her that Theo was still safe and sound in his cell when he had left to join her, but Erina supposed she ought to have expected some trickery from the old Steward. But now Laurent was gone, and he wasn’t the only one. She had started with twelve in her group—one of several that had entered the Manor to search for this pathway, but only five remained now. Harrier, Pulse, Antioch, Sickle, and herself. Harrier looked a little worse for wear, with one of his crab-like claws having been crushed by the enormous, stone-like Constable. Antioch and Sickle had managed to emerge predominately unscathed, but Pulse had had quite a bit of fur singed off by a rather aggressive Eidolon. And Erina’s own armor, which had been so

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