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These lands all have so much to offer, so much to learn from. Having a title such as Champion of Wisom is daunting, but it is one they want to honor and uphold, for the first friend they had made in these lands. They have not seen Azrael in what feels like too long, not given a chance to ask where the Shed Star had been going. Instead, the Star Walker was left with a new title and responsibility, and gentle gaping wound in their heart.
Then there was Caligo, untamed and wild. A beauty unlike anything they had seen ( oh they must meet her again, ask her so many things if they can! ). Their patron goddess . . . they want to know her stories from her own lips. Want to know how she had come to be so adored despite being so outcasted in the beginning. They want that sense of belonging, but already, they are feeling welcomed in Denocte. Shepherding lost souls all their own, guiding them into the graces of the Night Court and welcoming them just as they had been allowed in with open arms.
Cicatrix's wings gently allow them to glide over a briny sea, until they tilt and find ground under their cloven hooves once more, shimmering sand tossed from the way they land, only to tuck their wings in close and shake their entire body to free it of spare bits of grainy sand that had lodged itself on them. This place is wild and untamed as well, a far cry from the more civilized Denocte Court. But it is a place they find solace in, a serene feeling that settles in their chest as they take in a deep breath of salty air and release it once more.
Perhaps here they will find another new face, and maybe one of another Court! They've heard of them, and want to explore and meet, but they are also far too uncertain of how terms were between the lands. It would do no good to bumble into an affair that would land them in trouble, after all.
Then there was Caligo, untamed and wild. A beauty unlike anything they had seen ( oh they must meet her again, ask her so many things if they can! ). Their patron goddess . . . they want to know her stories from her own lips. Want to know how she had come to be so adored despite being so outcasted in the beginning. They want that sense of belonging, but already, they are feeling welcomed in Denocte. Shepherding lost souls all their own, guiding them into the graces of the Night Court and welcoming them just as they had been allowed in with open arms.
Cicatrix's wings gently allow them to glide over a briny sea, until they tilt and find ground under their cloven hooves once more, shimmering sand tossed from the way they land, only to tuck their wings in close and shake their entire body to free it of spare bits of grainy sand that had lodged itself on them. This place is wild and untamed as well, a far cry from the more civilized Denocte Court. But it is a place they find solace in, a serene feeling that settles in their chest as they take in a deep breath of salty air and release it once more.
Perhaps here they will find another new face, and maybe one of another Court! They've heard of them, and want to explore and meet, but they are also far too uncertain of how terms were between the lands. It would do no good to bumble into an affair that would land them in trouble, after all.
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