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4 yrs ago
Current Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.
5 yrs ago
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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5 yrs ago
One cannot live from anything except what one is.
5 yrs ago
The slave to virtue finds the way as little as the slave to vices.
6 yrs ago
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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Were it not for the bold young halfling woman speaking up, the other beast in their midst would have, and with one hand upon the tendril with the other keeping sword over shoulder it delayed for the moment. Both in voice and in action, fortunately, as the creature they were dealing with seemed not quite to be with the cult and its army. After all, why would it not just simply have attacked them rather than demanding to know of a mess? It was puzzling and the moon graced aspirant hadn't any good answers to this, at least none better than that of the bard and her surprisingly reasoned dialogue.

There was no want of talk but also at the same time there was no need to fight this creature yet. Who it was, what it was, and why it was would leave that to be determined. If it was not with the cult, just some odd inhabitant of the cave much like the mushrooms, there was no reason to fight with it. Were it though, this might all become a troublesome contest given this creature's many long, slender limbs, which snaked around and reached. However, that would be addressed when it would become relevant, be it now or moment later should their little dialogue fail and the need to act become more pressing than the need to talk.


@Hekazu@Ryonara@Zverda@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
I have been told that my eyes are unnerving.
Here I was, wondering just when this topic would take off and a pleasure to see it at last gain some traction.

On the subject of weather and winter, all along the mountains of the West it has been days of cold with warm sun in between graces of snow. Not light snow either, at least not until the day prior where we had "sunshowers" of snow due to the high altitude clouds passing over while they deposited flurries, and so it has been a welcome season in general. Nothing unusual here for the climate at that. Although, I do wish we had more of it, a glacial period would be nice.
The more I deal with people in general the more I recognize I want less to do with them but they are everywhere, inescapable by and large.
That is just the type of response I was looking for, @IceHeart. I appreciate the answer and that it was roughly along the lines of what I imagined would be in response. I intend to do something along the lines of mysticism so I was curious what role and form that might take in the greater plot outside obviously influencing the heirs themselves and whoever that aligns with. I am still certainly interested as well and intend to participate, along with having some ideas I will send in message about if and when this topic begins.
The past night I had one of the most fascinating dreams I have had in some time. It was a symbolic representation of my being a dead thing made alive again and that I could "break the rules" in the context of it only because I "was dead", as a child told me in it. To which I replied, "That is correct, I am something like that, and here I am, animating with the spirit into that which is dead." This was leagues profound as the unconscious distilled these core aspects of belief and being, made them manifest, and gave life to them in a narrative that was clear as day what it meant if not exotic.
I will voice my interest as well, @IceHeart, as this sounds to be more the variety of fantasy I prefer. As far as the world goes, could you perhaps describe the nature of tropes such as magic? As well as the roles you intend players to take? I imagine not all players would or should be various heirs, that there are others who can fulfill other niches such as ousted court mages, mystics who are sought out as advisers, former champions of the crown and the like, but I of course need ask.
Depending on the nature of what it is I am writing according to these varied tests, apparently I am some amalgam Lovecraft, Orwell, and Poe. These are all acceptable outcomes, even if I am skeptical that my writing is anywhere familiar to any of them. Not because I am modest, I am what I am, but because I see some relation as much as I do not. Perhaps then it is that variation which it reflected that is why or at least so my suspicion goes.
The more I come to know about the nature of the universe the more I feel to understand less of it. The more I come to intuition about it, the more I feel to understand more of it. There is this disparity I appreciate greater with time but only as I reflect on many perspectives of it. But how to come to this place the muse on it is difficult; all the noise and the distraction the world over makes it harder to see it clearly.
Pastel colors are easily my least favorite family of colors.
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