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Amanda

Stardust: 55✪
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With her mind running a million miles a minute she could not help but to feel uncertain, now that Khepri knew of her existence she was no safe. Out of all the places she could have ended up it would be here, with him—with them! Certainly if Khepri was around the other Tiamats had to be as well, and that simply would not do. The thought caused her to travel, small paws carrying her as quickly through the lands as she could before she reached the meadows. Poppys? Interesting. She slowed down a bit, feeling the longer stalks brush against her ankles and up her legs. This was almost one of the move divine places she had seen, though there were others that were close to beautiful, this one stole her heart. The red and green, the blue sky bright above her head. The sun beat down on her back, warming the chocolate coat against her back rather quickly.

She could stop for a bit, it wouldn't hurt—or so she wanted to tell herself. At any time any of the Tiamats, all literally four million of them that ever existed, could stroll upon her and blow her cover once more. The thought of Khepri still rattled her mind, her hairs still stood on end in both annoyance and comfort. She was happy to know he was still alive, and well it seemed, but she wished her memory wasn't so burned into his brain.

It had to be because of her beauty, it was always that.

Never the annoying red symbolic stripe that ran up her nose.


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Molly

Stardust: 240✪
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Chernobog stood at the precipice of the Poppy field more like some ancient stone carving of a God rather than a flesh and blood creature. Every strand of fur and every muscle was pulled taut with an arrogant confidence that seemed to flow from the tip of his snout to his broad paws. While lithe and long in build, Chernobog was an impressive Beast, baptized in scars and marked by hollow, hauntingly vacant eyes that glittered silver. He absorbed the field of poppies, committing the fiery flowers to memory even as their tantalizing scent beckoned him forward. He resisted, prickled by an imaginary foe, he would not give into a temptation that he did not spark himself. His nostrils drew in a sharp breath and flared in an exhale. The Dragon was just that, a creature of instinct and survival above all else, seasoned only by his own distorted version of morals and standards. His chest expanded once in an exaggerated breath and then, like fine tuned machinery being jolted into motion, the Beast moved.


One broad paw rose and fell to deliberately crush and grind the errant poppy into a harsh red stain before it was lifted free, falling into a rhythm of subtle destruction. His gait was slow, purposeful, each press of his paws was precise to ruin some of the beauty that lay before him. Petty, perhaps, but the Dragon cared little for the superficial nonsense around him. He was a Beast of purpose and malicious drive, the poppies suited neither of those end goals. Like a Prince of ash, Chernobog pressed forward until the scent of another wolf trickled into his nares and summoned his attention. His skull lifted, his chest expanding and his haunted eyes flickered across the field until he spotted her some dozen yards away.


The Beast came to a halt, his wretched frame a towering monument of temptation swathed in darkness. He watched and waited to be noticed, observing the contours of the woman in silent appraisal. The Dragon was not a beast of frequent wordsnor would he pretend to be for the likes of a stranger. Not every common peasant deserved his wasted breath.

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Amanda

Stardust: 55✪
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Nostrils flared as the scent of another entered them, her muzzle turning in the direction of the musk until golden eyes were met with a shadow. He noticed her, he had been there for longer then what she had noticed him and yet he stood there, waiting, wordless. Tan brows furrowed, a smug smile tugging at her black lined lips, orbs washing over his frame momentarily before finding his face once more. She mirrored him. Audits pressed forward atop her crown, chest pressing out slightly and head raising. He smelled of no importance, no pack, just a mere wandered much like she. An odd sort, she concluded, or perhaps he was just mute. Was he deaf as well?

"It's rude to stare," she stated matter-of-fact like, her eyes rolling slightly. In truth she could careless, he could stare until he was blue in the face. It wouldn't have been the first time. Upon looking at him nearly as long as he had been looking at her, she noticed his scar riddled body. Odd. The gears in her mind churned, again concluding things about him that may or may not have been true. Maybe he was a man who enjoyed the taste of blood, or the thrill of a fight...perhaps even a hunt. Or maybe he was just a fool who got tossed around a lot, a mouthy one who had a bark bigger then his bite.

She was sure she would find out one way or another.

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