There is a certain passion I derive from knowing all that I can within my scope of interests, even details considered irrelevant to the greater concept. Such small trivia seems to tie it in together well.
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Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
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The highest, most decisive experience is to be alone with one's own self. You must be alone to find out what supports you, when you find that you can not support yourself.
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One cannot live from anything except what one is.
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The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
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The core of an individual is the mystery of life, which dies when it is 'grasped'. That is also why symbols want to keep their secrets.
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The Harbinger of Ferocity
Agent of the Wild, Aspect of the Ferine
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
"There is, indeed, no single quality of the cat that man could not emulate to his advantage."
- Carl Van Vechten
I am, at my core, a personification and manifestation of those things whose blood and hearts run red with the ferocity of the animal world. It is this which convicts and controls my works, my writing, my being; the force and guidance in which I gain wisdom from. It is what inspires me as a creator and weaver of words, the very thing I admire as an author.
My leanings, savage as they are, are of the feline sort as there exists no greater lineage of beasts whom can be drawn from. No others captivate and motivate my talent and skill as the greatest of cats do.
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I often haven't any idea just what day of the week or what specific day of the month it is. The concept of time all just blurs together. In the end, all that matters is that I know each day where I need be. The details otherwise of the day seem largely irrelevant.
"The one certainty in tiger tracks is: follow them long enough and you will eventually arrive at a tiger, unless the tiger arrives at you first."
While some call it a cliche to be in awe of sunrise or sunset, the moon, shooting stars, thunderstorms, or other similar environmental phenomena, it has always been a trait of mine to be thankful for it. There is an uncanny familiarity and wonder of it, an appreciation, which predates me. It is, in a way I suppose, fundamentally disrespectful not to acknowledge them and what they are in my experience.
yes indeed i have been a tiger my whole life, but everyone knows the magestic liger is the queen of large cats haha. alot of my friends who know my name still call me tiger anyways
You may stay then, these are acceptable claims and stories.
The lack of need for restorative power left the primal outsider in tranquil meditation. In some ways there was great thanks that they did not need the potent magic, as it would afford them more time and surely grace later as they ventured further and further in these depths in pursuit of the cult. This call to arms, this least of lesser crusades, would need such healing on tap if the moment turned dire. There was no reason to suspect it would not, for the enemy had a sizable and great dragon aiding them, let alone what well could have been one of its offspring acting as a guide for the army they were facing.
The Pale Lady had whispered her subtle directions to bring the man, and beast as well, this far. Her strange and secretive Wiles had only magnified the connection that existed between the three in the course of a mere few days, to the point that now there was even so much as the chance to conjure the cool ethereal power. No longer was it an effort to dig to the depths of the soul to find that spring, now the font of divine healing and health bubbled up under its own volition. As it all derived from the same lunar blessing, there appeared to be little potential limit for it at this rate. What was to come next in reward for banishing the darkness with pale light?
Brannor's revere lasted until their breather ended and the others were back on to their feet. So did he follow, rising up from kneeling and allowing the ghostly light to shed from his hands. The opportunity to heal was now over and as he took up sword again, the reminder that conflict was first and foremost his tole returned; the soothing moment turned to the hunt. This time without the interference of the bats, which their small band slunk by without rousing much to their fortune and the journey continued.
Yet one thing penetrated the darkness far more effectively than those whose eyes could see through the blackness and that was a pungent odor. It surprised the well armored hunter little, these creatures were reasonably as filthy and as stained in such a way as their souls, so to find what appeared to be where they might have deposited their refuse was almost expected. Still the man's nose wrinkled and he grimmaced with disapproval, staring down the lonely, pitted spear until the priestess slowed. Lost somewhere in her thoughts, she clearly had something in mind...
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The Pale Lady had whispered her subtle directions to bring the man, and beast as well, this far. Her strange and secretive Wiles had only magnified the connection that existed between the three in the course of a mere few days, to the point that now there was even so much as the chance to conjure the cool ethereal power. No longer was it an effort to dig to the depths of the soul to find that spring, now the font of divine healing and health bubbled up under its own volition. As it all derived from the same lunar blessing, there appeared to be little potential limit for it at this rate. What was to come next in reward for banishing the darkness with pale light?
Brannor's revere lasted until their breather ended and the others were back on to their feet. So did he follow, rising up from kneeling and allowing the ghostly light to shed from his hands. The opportunity to heal was now over and as he took up sword again, the reminder that conflict was first and foremost his tole returned; the soothing moment turned to the hunt. This time without the interference of the bats, which their small band slunk by without rousing much to their fortune and the journey continued.
Yet one thing penetrated the darkness far more effectively than those whose eyes could see through the blackness and that was a pungent odor. It surprised the well armored hunter little, these creatures were reasonably as filthy and as stained in such a way as their souls, so to find what appeared to be where they might have deposited their refuse was almost expected. Still the man's nose wrinkled and he grimmaced with disapproval, staring down the lonely, pitted spear until the priestess slowed. Lost somewhere in her thoughts, she clearly had something in mind...
@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
I will come to post this evening but if an event happens between then, no need to worry, I will adapt. There will be some response one way or another, just in this moment attempting to give others the chance to post their doings rather than emphasizing push comes to shove that we keep moving.
One of the primary reasons I am early to rise is that those few added hours of the day seem to grant far more time than the alternative.
Welcome to the Roleplayer Guild, @Tigerheart. There is no need to be worried about the forum disappearing any time in the near future as it is still very lively despite the fact the peak period of roleplaying in play-by-post is behind us. Thanks to this, there is a fairly active community here as you might well see. All the same, thank you for joining us and should you have any questions, feel free to pose them here, on the Discord, or send a private message.
As well, you have made a wise decision in your admiration and adoration of large cats. This too is an important detail.
As well, you have made a wise decision in your admiration and adoration of large cats. This too is an important detail.
An ongoing objective is to ensure I may reach a place of retirement where I needn't be bothered by outsiders and be allowed to exist under my own accord. Perhaps one of the most important, if not the largest personal and longest term of orientations I have pointed my life toward.
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