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Post by вlue вlood on Apr 12, 2017 15:25:09 GMT -5
I'll definitely read it over Dragoness, thanks for the heads up! c: it'll be v helpful actually since I don't have much of a character in mind just yet c:
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Post by Dragoness on Apr 12, 2017 17:10:52 GMT -5
Hey, Rave, I think I'm done filling out my forms. I was in a bit of hurry when writing Allyria's history, but hopefully it turned out fine. Looking forward to beginning the rp!)
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Apr 12, 2017 17:12:34 GMT -5
Mira~ Why did Mira wake up so early? No one quite could ever answer, she was always up it seemed. She was the type of person to take naps throughout the day when nothing important was going on so most of the time people saw her already awake. Throughout the night guards would see her go about doing random things rather than sleeping. No one really bothered her about it since it was good to have a zodiac awake at night if anything were to happen. Mira would be able to quickly get to the problem since she was always awake. At this current moment in time two hours before they were all scheduled for training Mira had already been sitting in the courtyard with a novel in her small pale hands. She was wearing her battle get up like she always did for training. Though quite frankly her battle gear didn't look any more intimidating than her normal dress she wore about the day.
As time went by her progress through the book continued. She payed no mind to anyone who happened to come here, or walk by. She was in her own little world, the only thing she was paying attention to were the words on the book. However as those two hours before training turned into one she placed the book down, and grabbed her trident that she had leaning on a nearby wall. Even with a weapon she wasn't that intimidating it was quite funny really. She always just looked elegant if anything. As she waited for the others to arrive she took her idle stance in her normal spot of the room. This was how she was everyday for training. Standing here in the far northeast segment of the room. She always looked like a statue with how still she stood.
It was her own form of training she liked to do. Standing here for an hour waiting was a good way to build patience as she didn't have any distractions of just standing there. No it was just her looking at the empty room not making a single sound. However luckily it didn't take long for the others to slowly enter. Mira didn't greet them unless they greeted her it was just the way she was. She didn't talk unless spoken to like a servant really. If she did speak first it was a rare occasion and she was most likely talking to herself. Granted if someone just so happened to speak to the general population of the surrounding she would sometimes chimes in it didn't always have to be directed at her.
So when the Libra zodiac came into the room a bit later than scheduled giving an apology to everyone she could have spoken up. However she didn't in fact all she really did was look at him for about a second or two before turning her gaze back to nothing really. Until finally she changed her idle stance into a normal standing up straight pose, and let out a breath of relief as her patience training had concluded.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Apr 12, 2017 17:40:06 GMT -5
Hey raven, which parent was adulterous?
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Apr 12, 2017 20:59:56 GMT -5
' Vikat Devar ..
The morn was by no means his favorite time of day, in fact he was more of an evening person himself, but that was alright. Vikat had been here enough years to understand the importance of punctual timing, and after spending his teenage and childhood years where the ground had been his bed, his mind had worked out what time was appropriate to be awake. For someone of his tastes, it was despicably early. He'd rise from bed with the sun and go about his room, putting his mess from the late night prior to some form of organization or another that only he seemed capable of working out. The more he cleaned, the more saddened he became. He left his room in an explosion of color in life, vainly hoping to wake and reflect upon a time whence he'd been so... ah, what was the word. Carnal, perhaps? Worldly and temporal. He missed the feeling of being so rooted into the world around him and its cultures that he set upon his room a blazon of artifacts and colors and everything he thought may chase away his morning gloom. When had he begun to feel this way? When the Blues came to power? That sounded about right.
But now, everything set to order and somewhat hazardously cleaned, he resumed his more easily taken care of procedures. Ropes of golden dreadlocks were pulled back and twisted into a nest atop his head. He'd wash his face of the modestly set depressive composure it held, rinsing away the haze of sleep with lukewarm water before he sought out another of his fresh crushed pastes to smear his fingers in. Today, he was feeling golden. Applying the desired smudging, he gave a fraction of a smile to the pungent aroma that filled his nose, the dark strands of his fraying mustache tickling lightly against his upper lip in the process. His attire today consisted of a twin necklace, it's ornamental stone coming to rest at his lower sternum. He went shirtless as was normal for his dawn training sessions, tossing on loose fitting brown pants that constricted tight about his hips and ankles. Anything else? He didn't think so, aside from a sash he wrapped around his midsection both for appearance and the satisfaction of the complimentary little beads decorating it. Despite the inner unknown cause of grief that weighed heavy on his shoulders, he liked his colors.
He would be within the marble-walled room within a minute of being late, his bare feet kicking up little dust and the head of his scythe arching overhead like some looming shadow of what was to come. He'd once considered embracing the stereotype of his weapon- shaving his head and beard, allowing the sadness to swallow him whole until he felt he could be nothing but grim and stoic. But why should he do that when he felt his companions and fellow zodiacs could hardly use another battle-hardened member? If anything, they all needed a friend who still felt comfortable in his own skin and not at all conforming to the ideals set upon him- so here he was.
"Good morning, Mira." His voice was warm and rich like honey, long strides carrying him almost absently by her. His warm brown eyes flicked about the others joining them, a small (and if he were being completely honest: forced) smile found its way upon his expression, corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly from the openly friendly gesture. The bone-ridged scythe in his hand tipped, sharpened blade arcing down until it's tip came within a millimeter of resting on the sand-coated floor, it's staff positioned over the both of Vikat's shoulders and weapon leveled till both wrists could rest atop it. While it was normally the Leo Zodiac taking charge, he felt moderately aloof today. Maybe he'd go on his own routine today? Something physical. He was tired of being left alone to his conflicting thoughts, he felt nearly as divided as Gemini and needed a safe haven from the thoughts occupying his mind.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Apr 13, 2017 3:18:06 GMT -5
//Hey Raven just a small heads up probably won't be rping much til this weekend. Currently doing a time consuming quest in my MMO [and I'm one of those die hards mmo players.] So I'll be spending all my time working on that, and when I get off I don't really feel like typing. Dx I'll be back after I finish this.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2017 0:04:37 GMT -5
OK, my forms are finally up! 0-0 It took me waaaaaaay too long. However, I am off tomorrow and Monday since it is Easter weekend. So, if anyone wants to Rp, I will be on. )
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Apr 17, 2017 22:46:07 GMT -5
(Hullo)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 19:26:10 GMT -5
Hello! I will post my starter soon. )
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 21:11:16 GMT -5
Chenoa Brasil
As a noble, Chenoa Brasil had been in the Shard Palace exactly nine times. Five of those visits had been for royal functions such as balls and other lavish and incredibly dull (don't tell the queen she had said that) parties and holiday celebrations. Three had been royal summons for her father and mother who, of course, dragged the only daughter along in hopes of the prince taking an interest. Her father and mother were prominent citizens with prestige and wide ranging influence which made her only one step below their status. For the moment anyways. The ninth time she had been summoned to the castle was by the Queen and Chenoa had walked into her meeting relaxed with her lovely persona intact; however, she had stumbled out of the meeting with shaking knees and the smile on her face threatening to melt. She traveled back to her parents villa, promptly went straight to her room - not before brushing off the concerned glances of her mother - and buried her head into her pillow. That day had been the day that her life changed. It was the day that she had not only met with the proud mother Queen, but the young and undoubtedly handsome King Cassian. That was only the second time she had met the man and her impression of him wasn't much better than the first one.
Her mother, eyes squinted and lips puckered, went into her room that night and poked around for answers on why she had stormed to her room. Chenoa still remembered how she squealed like a girl at the news of the King's interest in marrying her. Of course, the union was purely political and highly finance orientated, but Mrs. Brasil screamed with joy all the same. When she told her father, his ears grew large and eyes glinted with greed.
"Finally, you've come of use." He said to her. And, as if the gods had worked a miracle, he patted her back gently. She was merchandise now that he couldn't afford to break.
Now, she was on her way to meet her betrothed of five months, head down and heart shaking. Steeling herself, Chenoa stepped out of her family carriage, her black hair spilling out the doors smoothly with her. The "castle" was everything and nothing like she remembered on the last visit. The huge stone walls blended neatly into the landscape and the sound of the wind rushed in her ears. It was massive, imposing even. It stirred her soul, the way it towered over her. For a moment, she didn't believe that she could live here, entertain a husband she barely knew, one day become Queen and never leave. She took a deep breath to still herself and reminded herself that it was the same palace that she had visited nine other times. It would not destroy her and it would not take her captive. No, it was simply a place to rest her head tonight. And the next night. Forever.
Chenoa shivered at the thought of never leaving the cold, spacious palace. She swallowed at the thought that she would have to be fake for the Queen and the new King for the rest of her life. Her wedding would be held here in a few months. what if she hated him? What if he hated her? What if she tired of smiling and gliding around rooms and bowing like a good girl? What would happen if she decided to leave and start the life she wanted and not the life her parents and the Queen had decided for her? How freeing that would be. How freeing indeed. Still, with the stone prison gleaming before her, she found herself holding her head high. No matter what she wanted, no matter how rebellious she wanted to be, Chenoa had decided months ago to not run. She had made the journey; there was no going back.
She allowed the attendants to carry her things behind her and she entered the castle was no trouble. The staff knew who she was and few were inclined to stop the future Queen of Eryx. Her shoes clicked against the floor creating an echo within the harsh stone. There were few adornments (which was completely different from her lavish villa), but she liked the simple elegance of the gray stone. Daunting yes, but beautiful in its own right. She made it to the throne room in little time, and while her servants hurried off to her room to place her bags, Chenoa rapped the door with her knuckles. A servant opened the door almost too quickly. With one last steading breath, she put on her best smile and gentle gaze and entered into the room where her husband was waiting. ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥
Dahy
The Shard, while not as luxurious as some castles, seemed like heaven on earth to Dahy. It had everything she could possibly need or want within its spacious walls. Her bed was soft, her belly was always full, her arms continuously sore from intense practice. It was beautiful in its own way. The gardens were her favorite part of the castle. Her home town was a mining town with gray skies, gray homes, and gray people. Something about the way the dust settled into one's lung made life even bleaker. But the gardens were the opposite of her drab town; the air was unpolluted and heavy with the fragrance of exotic flowers. She loved the Shard and wished everyday to share its simple wonders with her family back home. The castle, in a sense, gave her life and wonder. The people residing in the Shard simply controlled her. They decided when she met with the prisoners like her, when she ate, when she turned her arms into noddles. Dahy loathed them and how she had to obey them as if something compelled her to comply. She hated the fact that she had wasted years of her life fighting a war that wasn't hers. She despised how she was stuck in a place of wonder while her family was wallowing in a place of disgrace. However, her standing and obedience helped them so much that she buried her dislike for orders.
And one of those orders was daily training. So she pulled herself out of her soft bed and got ready. After pulling on her loose fitting tank top and cargo pants, Dahy laced her battle worn sneakers tightly. She realized she was late, very late in fact, but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment. Sleep had eluded her the night before and her attitude was not good. She took her whip out of its special case and allowed it to curl around her arm much like a snake. The feel of the leather on her skin was comforting, but did little to improve her mood. Leave it to Cancer to be crabby in the morning.
Dahy left her room slowly, taking her time to get to the training room. She decided to make a stop by the gardens in hopes of lifting her grumpy spirits, but even her favorite place couldn't do it. Maybe she could crack a mean joke aimed at the younger Zodiacs. That always seemed to make her feel better. All too soon, she arrived at the doors to the training room and she entered apathetically. Everyone was there, even the perpetually late Kazimir. She moved past them all slowly, not addressing any of them. Some days she would smile and greet them all, but today was not that day. She took a seat on a pile of mats, crossing her arms and leaning back to close her eyes. Surely, the others would have mercy on poor old Cancer and leave her alone to catch up on some much needed shut eye.
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Post by Dragoness on Apr 19, 2017 8:06:46 GMT -5
Dante didn’t have any specific time he used to wake up or go to bed. He loved being up late at night and he loved waking up early, enjoying the type of silence only present during the hours the sun was travelling elsewhere. But he also loved sleep, which was quite the paradox. Last night he had gone to bed early for once, exhausted from many tense nights guarding the palace. He slept straight through the night, his body expressing its thanks by granting him no bad dreams that night. When he woke up, he felt more energized than he had for days and got dressed slowly. He took his time, delighted that he didn’t have to rush to get to practice on time, like he usually did.
He rummaged through a heap of clothes on the floor, looking for his usual training gear. A pair of stretchy black tights and a matching purple robe. He quickly put them on and tied a black belt around his waist, his fingers moving on their own. When he was done, he put the book from the night before back on its shelf with a light smile. His book shelves were the only tidy things in his room. He pulled out his silvery green dagger from underneath the bed, and strapped it to his left thigh. The rough fabric of his tunic hid the dagger from sight, and when he left the room no one would ever be able to guess from looking at him that Dante was one of the godlike warriors of the Zodiac.
Unlike most of the others, Dante enjoyed his daily walk to the training grounds. The heavy silence made him feel calm, and the endless corridors gave him time to clear his mind before meeting the others. He always trained barefoot, and the hard stone floor felt cold against his naked feet. Upon meeting his fellow soldiers, he gave them a tiny smile and greeted them by name. It was important to him not to let his traumatic memories from the war impact his usual spirits and bright mood. No one could see that Dante, like all the other twelve, carried with him great sorrow from war and isolation from his family. When Kazimir showed up late, Dante offered him a sympathetic smile and walked over to him to say hi. He had a tendency to be late himself, and knew the slight feeling of shame all too well. “Rough night?” he asked, still smiling, but painfully aware of how badly most of the zodiac slept. He didn't want to force Kaz to talk about anything he was uncomforatable with, so quickly added a comment about the weather. Dante didn't have any interest in it himself, but let it hang in the air for a second, giving his teammate the opportunity to digress the conversation away from a potentially heavy topic if he wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 11:36:09 GMT -5
I'm here for a little bit!)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2017 16:00:56 GMT -5
Bump. )
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Apr 24, 2017 16:15:11 GMT -5
Can I claim Virgo and one of the Gemini? c:
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2017 20:08:33 GMT -5
Hey guys! Raven should be on shortly. ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥)
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Apr 24, 2017 20:23:18 GMT -5
Great! c:
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 17:31:20 GMT -5
Bump. )
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Post by anathema on May 1, 2017 20:19:49 GMT -5
[ Could I claim Capricorn? ]
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 20:32:55 GMT -5
I sent Raven a message so hopefully she will be on to approve everyone's forms. )
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 17, 2017 18:18:40 GMT -5
okay, so I'm so sorry I vanished! school got really cruddy for me, but I should be okay now? anyway, I hope at least some of you guys are still interested in continuing this role play? or reviving it, I guess~
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 18:26:37 GMT -5
I'm interested. )
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 17, 2017 18:44:13 GMT -5
wooowoo~ I'm working on a reply to get this rolling again
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 17, 2017 19:10:00 GMT -5
Nerys ;;
Kaz didn't have any time to open his mouth because the door of the Star Courtyard swung open abruptly. The air seemed to go cold, although it was most likely from the corridor the door was connected to rather than the sudden figure standing in the frame. She was their leader, the Ancient, the Original, the only Zodiac that got to live, if you could even call what she did living.
Nerys was a juxtaposition of summer and winter. The warmth of dark ink hair and amber eyes was in color only, her iciness said to be her years of seeing bloodshed and war. Her hair was slicked back with and clung to the back of her neck. "What are you all standing around for?" She said, her voice was calm and serene, but the under bite to them was anything but.
Her amber eyes trailed over every one of her warriors, her Zodiacs, and a twinge of envy ran through her, as it always did. They were vibrant to her, not washed out in gray like she saw herself. She had no weapons of her own, but she commanded a strength. Kaz shuddered just looking at Nerys. She stepped further into the room, "Two of you, spar off. Rest of you, watch for errors."
She stepped to the back wall and leaned against it, knowing they'd sort out which two to fight against each other. If they knew each other, how the other Zodiac's fought, they'd know how they'd all react in a real battle. They'd work as a better fighting unit.
Cassian ;;
Warm bodies in a cold palace were always in high demand. But King Cassian had no problem ever finding enough to warm his own bed at night, and as per usual, he had multiple within the large expanse of twisted silk fabrics that dominated his feather bed. The door to his bed chamber creaked open and Cassian stirred from sleep.
"Your Grace," The attendant stood at the foot of his huge bed, eyes fixed high above where the King slept with about two women and a man at least in sheets. Cassian sat up and ran a hand through his caramel waves and smiled serenely.
"Yes?" He questioned, his hands already roaming over the bodies in the bed. "What is on the agenda for today?" He inquired after a moment, his silver blue eyes closing as he was still lingering in the moments between awake and dozing.
"Your bride is arriving this morning, then a meeting with your council, and a dinner with your Bride and the Zodiacs." The attendant rattled off, and turned, clapping his hands sharply and in flooded dozens of servants. Cassian sighed, his window of time for fun slamming shut abruptly in his face. The day was already started and the sun wasn't even up yet.
It took a few hours to be ready to meet his new bride. Scrubbed, washed, oiled, washed again, dressed, shaved, and combed took more time than Cassian thought it should. But by the end of it, he felt cleaner than he had in months. His caramel hair was shining bronze in the light, combed back and a little oil rubbed into the ends to keep it shining. The Ery steel crown weighed heavily on his brow, completing his kingly look. The sapphires on it had been recently polished and they glinted with each turn of his head, and he thought they brought out the silver in his eyes.
The room they'd placed his new Bride in was one of the cozier ones in the Shard. It was smaller, thick tapestries on the wall keeping the heat from the fireplace in. However, Cassian insisted on meeting her in his throne room. It was huge and cold, the stone floor darker and the large windows made of stained glass from a far off land. They depicted the slaughter of the Silvers, Blue Calling driven into the hearts of one of the Silver leaders in an obvious, yet abstract kind of way.
Cassian was standing admiring one of the glass windows when he heard the door open and one of the attendants rush in. He felt a smile curl against his lips. His future Queen had arrived. He wondered what she would look like, he was sure his mother described her, but he couldn't remember. He just hoped she wasn't small and fierce and expecting something that resembled love from him.
"Lady Chenoa of the respected blue family Brasil." Cassian didn't turn right away when the attendant announced her when she entered the room. He would let her look at his broad-shouldered silhouette. When he did turn to look at her, it was a brief glance. "Leave us," He commanded the attendant and the man scurried from the room.
The first thing he noticed was that she had incredible eyes. Feline and yellow, her hair a black tumble, and her body elegant and curvy like every noble woman should have. He turned all the way around to face her and placed the mask of soft innocence on. A mask he'd had since childhood. A mask to hide the psychopath beneath. "Lady Chenoa." And he bowed slightly to her, not too much so he wouldn't tip his crown off his head, and he kept his silver-blue eyes on her, watching her, taking her all in.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 21:58:05 GMT -5
Ok, im going to try to get a reply up tonight. Key word try. XD Most likely it will be tomorrow that I end up finishing it. )
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 17, 2017 23:17:59 GMT -5
Hey Robin~
okay Star, take your time~ ;3
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Post by вlue вlood on May 18, 2017 7:10:22 GMT -5
( aah hey guys! I'm still up for this too c: )
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 18, 2017 9:19:15 GMT -5
here we go
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 22:07:39 GMT -5
Chenoa Brasil
The future queen waited for her future husband to turn around, eye brow quirked at at the fact that he was making her wait. It was a classic trick, one that Chenoa's father had implemented on her many times. It was meant to show authority and unnerve the person subjected to silent staring. She had no idea why he felt the need to make her gaze upon his broad shoulders (they were nice shoulders), and despite her understanding of the move, the silence made her bite the inside of her cheek uneasily. She never had liked waiting. However, with her hands folded delicately and eyes soft with feigned patience, she was ready for him when he finally did decide to grace her with his attention.
The King had changed within the five months of her seeing him. He was taller and more... confident in his manner and speech. His shoulders had filled out more, broad with rigid muscle and experience. Even the shape of his stomach (at least from what she could tell) had been altered as it was more toned and lean. And his eyes... Stars! his eyes. There was something different, something was off. But they were completely and utterly enchanting. If she let herself, she would be lost in them. Then, Chenoa mentally chided herself for thinking such thoughts and diverted her gaze to his nose like she had been thought. Expertly, she kept her slight shock at his change concealed behind her mask of propriety. His eyes weighed heavy upon her skin, burning and carving a trail of what she could only hope was interest. She had no reservations that this man could possibly ever have feelings for her; it would be idiotic to even think such a thing. The King's reputation was one of cruelty and blood lust, not love and puppies. But would it be wrong to hope for at least some sort of 'like' from him? Surely, even he could tolerate her?
Chenoa broke from her musings to focus on the task at hand: returning the King's greeting. She dipped into a most elegant and practiced curtsy, her sunshine yellow eyes never leaving his icy blue ones. Etiquette would have had her train her eyes to the floor in her Majesty's presence, but the way her isn't break gaze when he bowed seemed like a challenge, "Your Majesty." She dipped her head down for extra measure and then straightened her back. Her stomach fluttered with nerves and anticipation, but her mother's stern words came back to her in that moment. You are proud, but refined. Strong, but gentle. Never let your guest see fear or nervousness. You are Chenoa Brasil. Don't forget it.
At the time, Chenoa had resented her for the lessons. However, she thanked the heavens that her mother had taken the time to equip her with the tools necessary for standing straight in front of her husband. With her back straight and chin held at the appropriate height, the future queen smiled at him. There was a moment of silence and she longed to fill the void, but she didn't speak.
Dahy
It was hard to miss the original as she swept into the training room. Even with her eyes closed, Cancer knew the moment Nerys glided in and she just barely suppressed the shiver that had suddenly come upon her. She opened her eyes and sat up, feeling a little more awake than she had only heartbeats ago. However her bum remained seated on top of the mats as she still didn't plan to participate unless specifically asked. Just because the original was now in the room doesn't mean she was anymore interested in her daily training than usual.
Dahy puckered her lips at her fellow Zodiacs. They were all here, some more enthusiastic about the situation than others. The 'younger' ones had the look of awe about them every time the original walked into the room. The more experienced were still dumbstruck, but they knew how to hide it. In the scheme of things, she was one of the older Zodiacs in the room though she wasn't old, not even close actually. At the age of 27, she was in her prime just like the others. But she had been in the zodiac game for almost nine years. The previous Cancer had died years before the civil war started, which gave her ample time to train. Her whip felt like a third arm to her now, bending and snapping whichever way she pleased. So it was no surprise that she had no patience for the battle lacking newbies. Some of them hadn't even been a fist fight let alone a full scale battle. She scoffed lightly.
Dahy tugged on the leather tip of her whip, content to be lost in thought forever. However, her ears perked up at the sound of the Ancient's voice. She looked towards her and listened, but when she heard the same old same old, she deflated. She went back to tugging on her whip. It would take a direct order to make her participate.
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