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Amaali stood, watching Pure in silence. The air vibrating with magic as the small shifter stayed in her trance, crouched on the ground, huddled as if she were chained, the crying stopped, her lips moved though the sound was absent. her stare blank, and straight ahead. A smile cracks Amaali's features, head tilting as she turned to go back to her small warband. taking with her, Pure's mount. They waited, patiently at the bottom of the hill, staring upwards at the large black castle...or at least… Continue

Standing on the decks of the ship, long raven hair blowing out behind her in the breeze she looks over the woods. The land old. worn. The woods reclaiming what her people had so long ago destroyed. She was long since done crying though an ache, a dull pain laid in her chest like a knife wound that was never quite clean of debris. Lifting her hand to her breast plate and touching the medallion, eyes closing in a silent prayer before she tucks it underneath the dark fresh metal of her armour. Squa… Continue

ok I am finally throwing in the towel and breaking down and going tomorrow [Monday for me in the good ole US ] and buying a video card. Wasn't going to do it because of money but really, I'm bored. And I can't DL half my video games without one. So tomorrow I brave new places to go and find a video card. Wishes me luck..I will be continuing my blog on here. Just because it's kinda cool and I want Pure to ICly get home...eventually.

Sleep never came easily to Pure, normally she paced floors, checked windows, or sat at her desk for hours writing. She never really rested when she slept either unless curled up with someone, a lover, her daughter, a good friend... but those nights she was alone, she would stare at the sky and feel the call and find herself running again. Tonight however, sleep came, rather swiftly once she managed to rid the bed of most of the furs. Her small frame finding a spot as she curled slightly on her s… Continue

Laying on the lavish bed, in the overstuffed cabin,her long black hair swept behind her, the shifter stared at the ceiling, her violet eyes seeing, but not seeing. Her arms tucked neatly behind her head, anyone entering would have thought she was daydreaming, instead of reliving her nightmares. Having long ago sent Amaali to her own quarters..or off on a post, who remembers? She found herself alone with only her thoughts, and the shard, which rested on her chest. Shifting against the furs for a… Continue