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Current Dreams are just a reality away from memories.
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I see you like stalking too eh? Just know that while you're reading this, I'm reading all your posts from 5 months ago and silently judging your taste. Ha Ha. Or not.

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@13org Nah, you probably gonna trip and fall on your spear. That's how RNGesus works. He will only give you a natural 20 when rolling for something insignificant like the number of apples you get.
@Mae Team kill on the first day. Praise unto RNGesus!
Meh, Mae is like super sick and stuff, so she's under at the moment. Might be a while before she is back.
Hmm, though now that I have re-read your post @RedXCross, I gave Rex's fall some more thoughts. I think his fall is a bit more recent, given the fact that some human records still spoke of his former self. Most gods wouldn't know of his return though, except a few Dark gods.
@13org I mean I would, but shits on fire yo. Like my grades. Don't wanna retake this sem.


Location: Campsite, then to somewhere in the woods || Enjoying the moment || Mood: As relaxed as can be

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Xena @HowlsOfWinter


The Craenak arrived later than most, though such lateness was expected given the treacherous grounds they had to cover to reach the Gatherings. However, with the large number of accompanying escorts, the clan did not suffer any notable losses this year, a feat whose credit went to the young chief Viklaus.

Upon their arrival, Vadik was promptly dismissed again, this time on a mission to secure the perimeter of their campsite. He complied, but as much as he hated to admit, his mind was entirely somewhere else for the entire duration and so was his eyes. They kept wandering over the Abaneki’s campsite, searching, longing for a particular wolf mask. Her mask. Memories of better times looped in his mind, of scarred fingers threading silver locks, of honeyed eyes that mirrored his own, of velvet lips that burnt and were burning still in his chest.

Before he knew it, his task concluded, but instead of wandering off, Vadik prowled the campsite, purpose in his stride. However, he could hardly expect to waltz into the Abenaki’s campsite without meeting any opposition. The Craenak were still considered barbarians by many, and for good reasons. So there was little Vadik could do but curb his longings and wandering from camps to camps, feigning interests in the festivities. To make matters worse, the mercenary Floran had yet to contact him again. To the best of his knowledge, most of the mercenaries had either left the Gatherings or attempted to find work with some other clans. It was possible this mercenary had done the same, or not. Vadik would reserve his judgement for later. They had some time to plan, after all. Despite his boiling anger at whoever wished harm toward his beloved, Vadik prized his self-restraint, if nothing else. He would deal death when it was due.

A pair of amber stopped him dead in his track. He exhaled sharply, but refrained from holding her gaze. There were eyes on them. He watched her out of the corner of his eyes, noting her newly assigned guard. She watched him as well, before turning toward her tent. He waited moments before following, while still keeping his distant. It was their cue. She would lose the guard in some ways, then move deeper into the nearby forest, where they could be alone at last.

All he had to do was follow the flute.

Casting one last glance behind his shoulder, Vadik stepped in the clearing, and there she was, as beautiful as the day he met her.

“I kept you waiting again, did I?”- His voice was uncharacteristically breathy as he drew closer, gloved fingers reached out to catch a stray lock of silver.

The sun sank lower in the sky and disappeared over the horizon, the light of day draining away. The melody came to a halt when her eyes met his, her breathing caught in her throat as he reached out to touch her hair. Her chest felt warm and her breathing slowed, taking in the sight of him as if she was afraid he would disappear again. During his absence, she had so many things she wanted to say to him. Now that he was here within arm's reach, she wasn't sure where to begin. No amount of words were enough to show him how much she had missed him. She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his scent as his warmth washed over her. She pulled away and looked at him. "For the past nine months, yes," She narrowed her eyes to show him she wasn't pleased, but the smile on her lips betrayed her.

Vadik responded to her touch, wrapping his arms around her waist just as she reached for him. As she pulled him into a hug, he made use of the difference in their heights to press a light kiss on her silver hair, his touch tentative and feather light.

“I’m sorry.”- He said, and almost looked the part. One gloved hand reached up to her face and caress the line of her cheekbone with a touch that was barely there, almost in reverence. He would love to spend this moment here with her, just talking, but there were things they needed to discuss. – “Are you well? Is everything alright with your clan?”

It was hard to focus on his words when her gaze lingered on his lips. The evening had sent the birds to their roosts and the crickets began to sing in the swaying grasses. Above them, the sky was littered with a thousand stars, looking like splattered paint on a dark canvas. Xena noticed the look of concern on his face and slipped her hand in his, "There have been a few concerns lately, but we've got everything under control," she paused. "Is there something I must know?" she asked. His question gave her the impression that he knew something she didn't.

Vadik’s expression betrayed nothing, though his gaze grew intense. It was best that she was prepared, but he didn’t want to trouble her any further. Furthermore, if this information he had turned out to be nothing more than a drunkard’s ramblings, it could cause undue tension among the clans. The gods above knew they already had enough of that. – “I hear of unrest among the tribes this year, Xena. You should take care. Don’t leave without your escorts.”

A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Ironic. Considering that I left my escort to do this," she drew closer and cupped his face in her hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Xena's lips lingered on his for a moment before she pulled away and buried her face in his chest, letting a soft sigh escape her lips. "I've been wanting to do that," she said, in almost a whisper. She wanted this moment to last longer, but she knew she had to go back before her absence went unnoticed. "Please, don't make me worry again." She furrowed her brows, a tinge of sadness evident in her voice. She pulled away from him and quickly scanned their surroundings. Only then did she notice how dark it had gotten. The trees and bushes were almost nothing but silhouettes, the moon and stars only providing enough light for them to see. "We should head back," she said with reluctance in her voice.


@Mae Hehe. Now I am waiting for Fitz n the girls' meeting with a shirtless Jagred at the VIP dorm.
@13org Oh, finally finished reading your CS. Finally someone wants to join the Craenak. I mean it's a great clan. We have murderous psychopaths and scheming bastards and deadly faunas. Truly wonderful, isn't it?
Jagred Degray • Ace of Diamonds • The Fire Eyes



HP: 10/10 || SA: 10/10 || 219 GP || 0 / 1000 CP
* No Condition *

VIP Dorm || In need of a shirt || Amazed/Conflicted


Somewhere between the sprawling courtyard and the gilded grandfather clock that was even taller than he was, Jagred’s eyebrows lost the ability to fall. Despite trying his best to keep calm, he couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the sheer luxury that surrounded him. This was definitely not what he thought of a dorm, VIP or not. He had seen Hearts’ estates and Spades’ mansions before, but he never seen them up close, and most certainly didn’t see their interiors. It was amazing how one’s bloodline could enable this sort of extravagance. Just because of their last names, they could enjoy this, while many others were left homeless…

Jagred swashed that thought forcefully with a sharp intake of breath, feigning amazement. There was no winning in this war, simple as that. One bloodline fell, another would take its place. He could do nothing, should do nothing. He had his own problems to worry about. Such as how to deal with a certain top-hat midget, which conjured up an image intense enough to take his mind of off grim matters. He had already had certain plans to set into motion. But first, he needed a shirt. Realizing the overly helpful staff had taken his meager luggage to his new quarter, Jagred berated himself for not remembering to grab a shirt. The interior was comfortably warm enough, but he should still try to adhere to social norms. Some of the maids passing by did eye him quite intensely. Though he admitted he was not overly self-conscious about his looks, flaunting valuable merchandises too often could only lead to a decrease in their value.

“It seems I drew the long straw.”- He said to Alexander, half-smiled. Given the guy’s possible high status, Alexander might not be so foreign to these scenes as he was though. – “What were the rumours you are talking about though, if you don’t mind me asking?”- He then spoke out loud, hoping someone could satisfy his curiosity.

Pausing for a few moments, he continued – “And if possible, do you happen to have a spare shirt around? Mine was ruined earlier, after some… complications.”


@Mae Rex himself never had a realm of his own creation, however, he did have a place he called home. Three guesses? It was the Void. A vastness of empty space and darkness, and breeding grounds for unspeakable horrors. It was believed that some primordial gods, including Rex himself, first emerged from the its watery depth. While out of his body (or any mortal bodies for that matter), he constantly feels its pull. Back in his better days, Rex was known to succumb to the pull every now and then, crawling back under the blanket of darkness for a nap every few centuries before emerging again. It was fitting that the gods who killed him chose it as his burial site, as well as many others. The realm itself does not fall to the manipulation from any other gods, including Rex himself, and was considered hostile to any form of life and even the smaller hint of power. Rex is just better adapted to its darkness than most.
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