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A medium hair black and white cutie cat with a white face stares between the bannisters as she lounges on her comfy rug. She is a year and four months old.
A man stands at the top of the mountain, looking out at the sunrise and the vast expanse of mountains before him. Two brachiosaurus and a stegosaurus watch the sunrise. In the center of the frame, a woman meets a dragon on a windy mountaintop in sepia. Below, two fencers duel. And on the chessboard, the golden king has defeated silver. The text reads: what is an emperor to a dragon?
“Never forget the lives of your loved ones are in the palm of my hand. Trust that if you betray me, I’ll make their lives a living hell. One far worse than all the losses you’ve experienced thus far. Their happiness relies on your compliance.” There it was. Leah warred with the Grand Matre long enough to know when her threats were empty, but she’d always let this threat cow her. She did care about her family. She was hurt by the glassy eyes that failed to recognize her. Hurt by the loss of shared memories. She hated being a stranger to those who’d once known her best. As her father said, even the most honest of truths hid a dishonest hand. This truth cloaked hers.once known her best. As her father said, even the most honest of truths hid a dishonest hand. This truth cloaked hers.
“The clan matriarch is always present, regardless of whether she’s here.” “Of course.” According to her father, the emperors in Everlight had a similar tradition when it came to thrones. Though, as far as she knew, they only had one. Leah and Nathan weren’t in the capital yet, which meant dragon matriarchs possessed several. “You’re showing respect for the monarch. Makes sense.” Actually, it made no sense. Chairs were chairs. Ergo, fancy chairs were still chairs. An unusable one wasted space. “Tribal chiefs love their special chairs. Starship captains also loved…” she swallowed again as his irritation prickled all along the back of her neck, “chairs.” “Is that all a throne is to you?” Nathan asked. “Throne is another word for a chair, a place where a leader sits,” Leah said. “A throne is a symbol.” Nathan leaned forward. “A reminder of a matriarch’s power.” Leah raised her brow. “It’s a chair.”
Puget Sound in the moments before dawn. The trees are a black line. The water is a deep night blue and the clouds are shaded a deep blue. The pink dawn peeks through the clouds and leaves a narrow reflection.
The sun sets on a view of the Puget Sound. The sky is fading into and and orange underneath a clouded gray blue sky. The evening sunlight reflects off glimmering glass and steel skyscrapers, each shining with yellow light wityin hundreds of offices.
A mountain on fire against the backdrop of a peaceful lake. The texr reads "Kit and her dragon were almost murdered in Valentina Nyraxa's uprising. Now, they're ready to reclaim their homeland as The Emerald Queen. But first they must overcome the dragonknight who betrayed them. The one they still love...
Clans & Castles Placard Official Roster Change, Clan Solura (ALL INDIVIDUALS LISTED ARE NO LONGER AVAILABLE FOR OFFICIAL PLAY) Matriarch Helara (Dragon) Dead, Discard Satralein Maewa (Dragon) Dead, Discard Coheir Sycora (Dragon) Dead, Discard Coheir Fanara (Dragon) Dead, Discard Sir Wesley Vardir (Dragon) Restricted - play limited to Matriarch Nyraxa's exaltation We know you want the Emerald Queen Stop Asking All changes reflect real events as reported by TramLax Representatives in Trinov Province Don't Miss Everlight's Favorite Real Time Strategy CCG Based on the Lives & Adventures of Ynek's Dragon Clans
The Dragon is in My Ceiling I’m naked when I see a dragon in my bathroom ceiling. Its giant face looms as I reach for a towel. Like a featherless eagle. Yellow eyes and a curved beak paired with the gaudiest gold scales I’ve ever seen. All I can think is: Dungeons & Dragons was right. The dragon lifts a claw. Energy buzzes on my skin. Magic. Spellcasting. Fuck. A second gold dragon slams into the first. Head down, neck locked, a train ramming through a luckless car. The dragons vanish. On my bed, my cat looks smug. I gotta stop going to seances.
Cho Seon-Ha as Kim Cha Eon (the evil minister) from 100 Days My Prince covered in blood, saying, "your children will soon follow you to the underworld."
A cute elderly brown, gray, orange tabby sleeps comfortably tucked up in a ball on a cream computer chair.
A long haired man in spikey black armor stares mournfully up at the sky.
“Hey.” I start. The female in the sweatshirt has a high voice, but it belongs to an older woman. Some lady in her thirties. The blonde dude freezes. “Why are you getting off?” The woman in the rabbit hoodie asks. “This isn’t your stop.” Shit. “I’ll, uh,” the blonde dude backs up, “take the next one.” “There won’t be another for a while.” Oh God, her voice is so nice. She sounds like the run of the mill, middle class white lady. Not the ‘let me speak to your manager’ kind, the nice, naive, well-meaning sheltered ones who always offer smiles and a cookie. “You should ride this train to the end.” What if there’s no train running when the time comes for me to go home? What if I get eaten by whatever they’re here for? Brandt swears up and down there’s monsters in the sewers and in the subway tunnels, and that’s why nobody except idiots take the light rail these days. “Whatever.” The woman in the rabbit hoodie flaps her hand. “Go. Die.” Blondie looks ready to choke.
“Mmm, I did get a little carried away.” Garrett crouched, one hand extended toward her swelling bruises. “Christ, you’re a mess. For a second there, I forgot you’re human.” She punched his smug, stupid face. Off-balance, Garrett landed squarely on his ass. Index finger pressed to his nose, staunching flowing blood. Magic suffused the break, reinforcing, correcting. “Point taken.”
An adorable white cat who is planning mischief and demands snuggled.
A little white cat sleeps on her back on a green blanket and cream compter chair. She is sprawled out, completely trusting with paws in the air.
A little white kitty stares at you with judgement as she lies tucked up and comfy in a cardboard box full of laundry. A white hairball is tucked into the folds of the sweater behind her.
A sleepy white kitty on a bed of laundry with some poop stripes on her tail.
A little white kitty with blue eyes lies sleepily on a pile of clean laundry. She has a few little poop stains on the tip of her tail that she refuses to clean.
My beloved Shohreh Aghdashloo as Elaida stands side by side with Morgase Trankand. Elaida is in her red robes with a thick gold necklace. She's wearing heavy gold earring that look like tear drops with rubies in the center. Her hair is bound back in a tight bun. Simple and elegant next to Morgase's more elaborate finery with a silver wing elizabethan-like collar.
A little blob of a brown and gray tabby cat napping on a computer chair with her tail wrapped around her and her face hidden by her paw.
A little shorthaired white cat with blue eyes in her puffy winter coat curls in a beat up box of clothes next to the sweater she vomited on. She stares disagreeably at you, judging you for your existence. Why haven't you fed her yet?
A picture of The Rise of Wolf 8: Witnessing the Triumph of Yellowstone's Underdog by Rick McIntyre with an amber eyed grey wolf's face staring soulfully at the reader from the cover.
A white kitty comfortably curled on a load of laundry with poopnstains on her tail. She is otherwise immaculate.
Two cats sit on a chair. One white, one tabby. The tabby stares up in hope of ham. The white cat could care less.
Socks, a tabby grudgingly trying to sneak up to the heayer guarded by Karli, a white cat.