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The Alabai (Central Asian Shepherd Dog)
I dyed my hair with $15 box dye please clap and tell me I’m pretty (don’t)
Brotherhood leaders sitting at a table, watching a fight
My Gith OC Mo’diir- an older women with grey, pleated hair and blue face paint down her forehead, cheeks, and chin.
The Apple Music UI for adding a new music playlist
Swords / Flowers The group agreed- a short rest was needed to keep them going, they still had several hours of sunlight left. As the companions chose a spot to settle, the two Gith left the group as the usually did. For Vithka, to explore, and for Lae’zel to stay close to the only thing that was familiar. Once she was confident that the others were out of sight, Lae’zel dropped her body onto a fallen tree along the path, her pack and sword falling beside her. She picked up the sword and set it aside , regretting the unceremonious way it hit the ground. She wiped away beads of sweat and breathed heavily through her nose, trying to bring her breathing under control before her kin noticed her struggling. Toril was not as she expected; the gravity was heavy and the air was thick. Activities that wouldn’t have given her pause at K’liir were now laborious, and she hated it.
Steel / Silk “Open.” Vithka’s eyes fluttered open on command. the light from the nearby fire danced on the cold stone walls and cast sharp shadows on the face of her kin seated in front of her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met. Lae’zel’s eyes glowed with desire as her gaze pierced through Vithka like hot steel. Vithka attempted to swallow the lump in her throat but was interrupted by another command. “Taste.” A smile grew on her face as she leaned in closer to follow the orders she was given. Vithka’s eyes closed as she felt Lae’zel’s hand grip her jaw, pulling her forward. A fire surged through her body as their lips met and their hands wandered. As each kiss ended Vithka felt herself leaning forward for another, drawn in by her soft lips that reminded her of silk. Lae’zel sat back out of Vithka’s reach and smiled. “Good. Lower.”
A large stage prop of a skeleton in spiked armor. It’s lit up in green light against a green, yellow, and pink background with the silhouette of dragonflies.
Nathan Fielder