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neither. maithyris does little to
ease the question that brews
in his mind.
" many titles . ͟.͟ . all of them
lost. " they cock their head ⸝
not unlike a canine. " want.
want. what does anything
want .ᐣ "
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⠀A glance around, slowly rising to his feet. Fae? Druid? Occtis swallowed roughly, hand raising as a sigil appears, glowing a sickly *green.
⠀❝Who *are you? What do you *want?❞ He speaks clearly, though trepidation sinks into his voice.
ㅤThe *fox's head tilts, curious.
@luxsatis ⠀
it would be when she turns
around ⸝ that the source of
the voice would finally be
revealed.
" posing ⸝ hungering. " they
don't provide a greeting in
kind. " does it ever satiate .ᐣ "
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through flower cluster comes
vines ⸝ thick & green; they
curl around her feet.
being is behind her at once.
no footsteps ⸝ nothing to
accompany sudden presence.
" nature seeks you ⸝ but
cannot touch . ͟. "
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amusement dotes upon her features at the sight of the flowers. she leans over , fingers just 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 along the edges of the petals ─┈ having yet to see the creator of such beauty.
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⠀𝒂h. yes. i find myself bewitched by them, although i could take some tips on how to know if they are warnings. did not come here to disturb the peace. i am lestat. lestat de lioncourt. what is your name .ᐣ
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@eridstars ⠀
﹙ the being goes without fuss.
falls onto the bed ⸝ curling up
in a fetal manner. ﹚ he
watches ⸝ but where does he
go .ᐣ i can't 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 you . ͟.͟ .
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