โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ destiny is a blade that cuts whether โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ you โ hold โ it โ or โ not โ โฆโ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
โ โ ๐ฑ๐ โ ๐๐ท๐ด โ ( . . . ๐๐๐๐๐ ) โ ๐พ๐ต โ ๐ผ๐ โ ๐๐๐พโฆ
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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ FEW OF US CAN FACE
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ THE WORLD AND ITโS
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐๐ TRUTHS.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Itโs what ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด you
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ and I.
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the scent of dried herbs and crushed roots filled the cramped hut, mingling with the faint tang of smoke from a small hearth. lilythe valdis leaned slightly to one side, studying the assortment of jars and bundles hanging from the
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โ / โ โ โ iโm wanting to come back, but do I keep the fc or go to someone younger? like millie brady ๐ค
โ lilythe snorts at such a statement,
โ pips of her lips turning just barely
โ in a silent ode to idle amusement.
โ it seems, more or less, humours to
โ the lanky hunter of monsters. of
โ all souls on this continent, it would
โ be yennefer to stumble across a +
โ scent of lilac and gooseberries
โ is unmissable, the cat noting it
โ before yennefer even breached
โ the tavern. there is no need to
โ move, signal the enchantress of
โ her whereabouts. lilythe knows
โ that sheโll be found. and she is,
โ within moments. โsorceress. .โ
โ lowly grumble is offered at such
โ information. cat-like hues linger
โ for only a moment, long enough
โ to be felt but not to be seen.
โ horn of meed is thrown back,
โ remainders in the form of small
โ drops wiped away.
Sheโs perched precariously against a rock.
Lilytheโs stature aches, especially in areas
where her suit has deteriorated recently.
Thereโs a tiredness that clings to her limbs,
some scars reopened in the recent hunt.
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Slight grumble slips past delicate brims,
her slender stature slipping into the
back of a tavern and away from pesky
eyes. Sheโll be on the hunt for a new
contract once her hunger is no longer
an issue.
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She sighs, a set of willowy shoulders
shrugging as the ashen-haired feline
tilts her head at the presence of
another, observing the ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ with
increasing skepticism. Although, her
attention is stolen, called away as
senses are alerted to the shift in the
Innโs demeanour.
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Svelte fingers roughly guide a piece of
metal through treated leather, slowly
mending a tattered whole with rather
surprising precision. Hooded coat is
draped across the curve of Lilytheโs
forehead, hiding her pale visage from
whipping winds.
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Her grasp tightens upon a delicate waist, guiding Astraea closer almost possessively and fingers sink, gripping loosely. โHmm.โ With anyone, thatโd be the only response. But Astraea wasnโt just anyone. โItโs been a difficult day.โ Between completing her +
There is a small rumble that begins within the depths of a willowed chest, travelling slowly until it trickles from weathered lips. โI havenโt had the chance to bathe.โ Her timbre is low, that of a heavy husk. Pale nose buries itself within blonde curls, +
Lilytheโs inhale is slow and meticulous,
drawn in to the depths of her lungs as
feline-like oracles vanish beneath ivory
eyelids.
Sorceresses. . .
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Seemingly endless legs are draped before her, crossed neatly by the ankle and cat-like hues avoid the crowd, not desiring to see the distaste from townsfolk. Thereโs a single floren perched between svelte fingers, twirled as a means of momentary +