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[rhosmari]

AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS

BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN

AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN

elsweyr — tanglewood — three years

Here she never thought her family to come after her. Not on this journey to find herself, to find what it meant to be Elsweyr. She thought all of them content, following those that sustained their life and kept them in balance. They were happy with this and she was happy for them. That life she knew she certainly would miss as she had grown up their. Many fond memories of playing as a child, roughhousing and chasing her first prey down. Showing her skills, falling asleep to the voice of their most knowledgeable on herbs and plant life. That was the life she had known but now here she was learning so much more. There was more than just following the herds, replenishing the land and fighting off other tribes that wished to take what they had. Here she stood, her tail held high as rounded ears pulled forward. Guided by something to come closer, to smell something familiar. Her eyes slowly widened when recognition hit and her paws easily splashed through shallow murky water.

She couldn't believe her own eyes as she saw him. His white splattered figure standing there, proud, strong. Her brother. A warrior did not cry but she allowed a soft chirp to leave her throat. A welcoming, a miss you. Her tail swayed gently back and forth as she approached. She did not wear her crocodile skull but her body was plastered with yellow and white paints. "Kha, he has found her. But why has he traveled so far? Things should be okay with our home, no?" Without much thought she aimed to press her head against his own in a natural way of greet family before she stepped back to look him over. Memories flooding over her before she shook her head, beads clicking gently. "She has missed him. Oh! This place is Tanglewood but bad times are here."