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Post by Ezio Auditore da Firenze on May 6, 2018 2:45:51 GMT -5
"I have lived my life as best I could, not knowing its purpose, but drawn forward like a moth to a distant moon; and here at last, I discover a strange truth. That I am only a conduit, for a message that eludes my understanding."
―Ezio Auditore da Firenze on his role as "the Prophet", 1512. HUE HUE HUE <Ezio> I know, but laziness hit me) |
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Post by Rainbow The Albino Serval on May 6, 2018 2:49:00 GMT -5
(hah)
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Post by Lily~Myth on May 8, 2018 20:35:01 GMT -5
Phil was working at the forge like she did every day crafting anything from tools to weapons however she also repaired anything to the best of her capabilities and since she what her father use to say ‘iron blood’ being a blacksmith ran deep in her family however her little brother not so much who often liked to explore places on his own much to her annoyance and concern, Ive got a few orders to fill today unless more people show up.... Lark should be waking up soon... she thought to herself as glanced over her shoulder back to the house where she and the little boy lived in which she did leave out some food for him in case she was busy.
Lark being the good little boy had eaten his breakfast already and picked up after himself however he decided to take the time to explore around without his sister watching him like a hawk or scolding him like a mother, he sneaked out through one of the windows and didn’t land graceful on the ground by falling on his rear but he did avoid any broken bones plus it wasn’t that loud for his sister to her since the smithing forge grew loud at times.
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Post by Ezio Auditore da Firenze on May 9, 2018 6:39:40 GMT -5
"I have lived my life as best I could, not knowing its purpose, but drawn forward like a moth to a distant moon; and here at last, I discover a strange truth. That I am only a conduit, for a message that eludes my understanding."
―Ezio Auditore da Firenze on his role as "the Prophet", 1512. HUE HUE HUE <Ezio> okay) |
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Post by Rainbow The Albino Serval on May 12, 2018 22:17:46 GMT -5
(and reminense still hasn't been added.
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Post by Ezio Auditore da Firenze on May 14, 2018 13:32:20 GMT -5
"I have lived my life as best I could, not knowing its purpose, but drawn forward like a moth to a distant moon; and here at last, I discover a strange truth. That I am only a conduit, for a message that eludes my understanding."
―Ezio Auditore da Firenze on his role as "the Prophet", 1512. HUE HUE HUE <Ezio> you know i might even do that after school since i barely have time to come here. i will do that one day, donut worry) |
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Post by Lily~Myth on May 23, 2018 19:07:19 GMT -5
(Here’s George’s post and Rio... totally didn’t forget about farmer baggins or Rio )
George was laying in a small field close by to the village as he watched the clouds pass through the blue skies like ships through the sea with a piece of straw sticking out his lips that he did chew the end in some boredom but the farmer enjoyed the nice afternoon weather and having already completed most of his duties for now he was deserving of a little break even if that meant dozing off, often called out from being a lazy person whenever he was off work which he did fall asleep in a middle of a lecture more then once but who could blame him for that? And his pranks that were harmless but annoyed some people especially when he taught his tricks to the younger children who in turn put his ‘good teaching skills’ to use by then he would be up a tree or in hiding somewhere if the parent or guardian wished to skin him alive more of a saying then actually going through with the threat but he didn’t want to take his chances.
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Rio swam around in the depths of her underwater home in search of shiny treasures dropped by traveling humans/flying dragons or unearthed from under the sandy floor which she already had a small collection going over the years with anything catching her eye from shimmering jewels to yes even shiny daggers anything really that she deemed ‘shiny’ with her not caring on how much it was worth in a human market after all she had everything she’s needed down here under the water, turning her head to look up towards the surface with the sun high overhead that it turned the water into varies shades of blue but still she blended almost seamlessly with her scales akin the same color that was all around her yet sometimes she would go to the surface and sun herself on its shoreline to marvel at the different colors from the lush green trees to delicate flowers that varied even more in color.
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