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Current Getting a new computer to replace my laptop! I'm so stoked somebody might mistake me for the burning pits of hell!
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Laryngitis and double ear infections. Today's going to be a great day.
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I typically listen to metal, classical or rock, but here I have found myself listening to a song called "drop pop candy" on repeat for about an hour. I've changed and I don't know if I like it.
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Hmm... perhaps Shay had an incestuous relationship with her brother Shane and then created Kaiden, whom they abandoned, where he was then raised alone by a widowed lady?

I'm flinging together whatever I could find to make it fit. Although, that would mean Shay gave birth at 3 years old... Nope, not that way.

Perhaps cousins? Or maybe Shay's brother survived and renamed himself Kaiden?
Man, so much ship is going down. Can't wait to see what happens next!
Anora’s confusion was apparent to Ramera as she was committing her strange antics. However, the face of realization that dawned on her face cooled Ramera, down through her to her fingertips. She could then see the wheels begin to turn in Anora’s head. And thus, she joined into Ramera’s antics.

It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to break out into laughter. Anora was one of a few whom she would ever show this side of herself to. Moments like these were rare and few between. Special moments like these held a close place to her heart. This was the side of her that she refused to show anybody else. A side of her that cared deep down, and thus it was a side that was weak.

Anora’s laughter halted and her gaze snapped away. Ramera followed her gaze down to the man referred to as Jacob, he’d launched some form of green orb down close to the gates, and his arm had begun to expose the pure white of his bone already. Ramera walked to the edge of the wall, eyeing the remains of the shambling dead. Tch, we let our guard down for a sec and they already close the distance. I should’ve known, nowadays not even the dead get rest.

Ramera watched her sister as she began to throw the make-shift knives into the scattered dead. Anora had much more skill when it came to throwing knives; none of the dead were close enough for Ramera to hit with accuracy. However, Anora hadn’t made much progress, now that was a problem about the knives, you could only manage targets individually. Someone like Jacob however had much more diversity with his ability. She turned in the direction of Jacob, about to voice an idea to him before her sister cut her off, yelling his name out and grabbing his attention.

At Anora’s request Ramera joined her off the side of the wall. Ramera extended her wings before pitching left to avoid being too close to Anora’s herd. When she found she was at a good distance, one far off from Anora’s group, yet still within Jacob’s range she landed, centered between some of the scattered corpses. “Goddamn, this is always unpleasant,” she whispered to herself before cupping her ears with her hands.

She pulled her wings in front of her and brought the flat of her wings together. She pushed the two of them together and with a resounding screech rubbed her metallic wings against one another. She could feel every movement, pushing through her down to her toes. The feeling was unexplainable and the only comparable sound was that of nails on a chalkboard. The nerves in her wings seemed to wail in protest and her entire being felt like she was being pulled to the ground with each vibration.

She pulled her wings apart, feeling herself pitch off balance while doing so. It’d worked. She could see the corpses stumbling towards her with their awkward movements. She pulled her aching wings above her head drowsily and pushed herself into the sky fast and hard. It felt like irony how moments ago she’d been complaining about aching wings and now her time of reckoning came. They weren't unbearable, nor would she let them hinder her flying, it was just extremely uncomfortable and the after effects still made her feel unsteady.
Sorry for my silence guys, I had today off of work so my only excuse be that my uncle's wedding is in a week and I had to do stuff for that today.

Speaking of marriages, congrats to your sister Luminance!

I'll read through the posts, respond in a colab, then write in the IC.

:( I'm sowwy guys!
Ramera listened to her sister. She hadn’t objected to Ramera’s secrecy, but instead allowed her to push the subject to a later date. Ramera noticed Anora eyeing the fortune she’d received. However, Anora surprised her with silence, and instead continued on to Ramera’s question revolving around the dead’s actions.

She hadn’t surprised Ramera when she revealed that the dead had used some form of formation. Ramera actually found it kind of interesting. Perhaps there was some form of natural responsiveness that was conveyed when they acted in a society. She closed her eyes, attempting to destroy her thought process. She couldn’t help having some form of interest, it was just at moments like these that it was apparent, her relation with that man. However, the continued voice of her sister cut through her thoughts and brought about a different matter entirely.

A man, with the whispers of a trap fresh on his breath? Not only that, but she’d seen two children in the car with Clo by the wall earlier. Could the children be? Or, perhaps the man is some sort of signal, or has a transmitter of sorts? Ramera dismissed her thought process quickly before she became paranoid of everyone stepping foot into Paradise. She’d been tasked with the protection of Paradise from outside forces, not internal ones. If worse came to worse there were those who could do their duties inside Paradise. Sometimes a lack of thought was favorable; this was most likely one of those moments. She needed to focus on her upcoming fight with the horde, distractions were unneeded. She stared into her sister’s eyes; they had unease about them. The look Anora had, it was like some sort of toxin. Ramera could feel her sister’s unease quickly clawing into her mind and gripping her.

Ramera watched her sister as she turned back onto the rocks, continuing shifting through them removing the useless ones and separating the usable into a different pile. Suddenly she stopped; Anora’s gaze was directed to the fortune lying, separated from the rocks in the center of the room. Ah, there’s the sister I know and love, Ramera thought to herself as Anora spoke, telling her that naught would change, reminding her of their promise they’d shared as she gripped Ramera’s shoulders. Anora had always been so much better when it came to emotions. She showed a natural caring to people that few others possessed and could quickly calm her frayed nerves. Ramera was quite the opposite, she rarely was able to control how she thought and displayed hostility to most others. They were like the two sides of one coin, bound together, but eternally different.

Ramera stood as she watched her sister intently as she dragged the mat out of the shack. She extended her wings, rotating them whilst doing so to allow her to gauge their feeling. “Aww, they’re still a little sore from some of the rounds I’ve made,” She whined to her sister uncharacteristically. “Ugh, I can’t go on!” She said, teasingly. It was quite apparent she would do her duty even if her wings had been ripped from her body. She would fight to protect this Land, bent or broken she would do her duty and live to see the next day. She continued watching Anora as she prepared herself for her duty as one of The Harpies Of Three. Perhaps there was a trait that the sisters shared among them.
I'll be getting a post up soon enough.
Aww man, it would've been such a game changer!
Luminance said
Dis yer baby Shay, lol.

Aww, he looks just like his dad!
And as you can see in the picture this is not exclusive to women.
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