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PS - I'm allergic to fangs. They make me break out in a run.

The night had been pleasant. Ancyous was charming and handsome, and Ember wondered why she couldn’t have met him before it was….well, too late. She sat cross-legged across from him on the dirt f ...

She had doubted all afternoon that he’d return. She curled up on the ground and slept in an empty tent, though as always her mind never slowed. It was a reaction akin to cell memory for her to sle ...

The stranger stepped closer to Ember and held her gaze in his own, reassuringly. He reached out to her and spoke softly. “Take my hand, Querida.”

“Ah don’ think Ah can, Sah…” Ember l ...

“C’mon ‘Enry.” Her soft voice called to the horse as he grazed, and he hastened to her side as she made her way through the camp.

The months had grown long since the gypsies departed th ...

Darkness had long blanketed the mountains of Minoc. Still, Ember drifted in and out of the treeline, following behind a lone miner as he led his packhorse by lanternlight along the mountain’s base. ...

or even keeping track....

The thread I had been writing, "Everything is Rent," has now left off and taken up at the bottom of Arahim's thread entitled "Transitions. Strangeness of Fa ...

Something had stirred. It resonated within the depths of Ember’s soul, and bounced off the sky and fell upon her ears and face like a welcome rain. Tides of murmurs pushed and pulled her, ebbed an ...

Silence. Still only silence. Weeks had passed, or maybe months. Ember paced this way and that through the empty tents outside of Minoc. The girl who called herself Cezanne still visited from time to ...

ARPC: We Can Turn Suitable Into Smut in 2.5 Posts Laughing

In that instant, everything was calm. There was darkness as her lids veiled her eyes. What felt like hours, or possibly days, passed. Soul slumbered within corpse, but there was a frenetic energy t ...

“Git away from me, ye great dolt.” Ember had stopped and turned to stand down Henry, and the deep chestnut horse stared back at her stubbornly. “WHY CAIN’ YE LEAVE ME BE?!”

Henry flip ...

Ember weaved this way and that along the road from the mountain pass to Umbra. She had found her body less and less willing to do her bidding of late. Consciously, she forced lungs to fill with air, ...

As Ember approached the west gate bridge, she knew that something was amiss. Someone was shouting…someone was fighting. The scent of charred flesh combined with the sickly sweet of burnt nox cryst ...

The cave was dark, as always, when she opened her eyes. No light betrayed the setting sun beyond the tiny crevice that served as an entrance to the west. Both entrances to the cavern were so far fro ...