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Doomed to live? More like fated to kiss *bites lip*

(Jokes)

*arches brow*

"Fate means nothing to one who can outlive destiny." *leans against wall with a smirk* "Of course, if you want to try and impress its importance upon me, you will find me a captive audience."

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From Another's Eyes

The first we met, I hated you. You were free. Free, and yet you chose to stand in my way. You said it was a matter of ideals, and that ours simply didn't align. We fought, and I never saw you after. I died, I think. Although I don't remember how. 

The next we met, you seemed surprised. As we fought, you commented that I hadn't changed, and i was filled with rage, although I don't know from where. We fought, and it felt almost familiar, and I never saw you after that. I died, I remember that, although I'm not sure how. 

We met again. This time there was a look in your eye. It frightened me, although I would not admit it. It was manic. It was desperate. It was untethered. When we fought, you left yourself open. I landed blows I'd never landed before, you missed openings that a child could have seen. I didn't see you again after that, and I died before I got the chance, although I don't remember how. 

The next time, I did not know you. You had changed. Your principles, your morals, everything that had separated us was gone. You now fought for blood, like a mindless beast, destroying and killing all in your path. I was not alone, I had friends, and our attempts to stop you were in vain. I died, I think, for I do not remember the end of that story. 

We met again. It did not go as I had foreseen. You were slow, stiff, and took any blow I delivered uncontested. You were on your knees, and yet the sense of accomplishment I should have felt was not there. You asked me something, I don't remember what. All I remember was the deep weariness I felt from you. How many times are we to meet like this? 

I did not recognize you at first. You smiled at me and greeted me how you would welcome a friend. How horrible that a smile would make you unrecognizable. 

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Smash

"Your confidence amuses me, and for that, I might give you a chance."

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Aria's journey art work ✨️

Treasure Island

@treasure-goblin I'm sorry if the outfit colors are not like you imagined it, but I didn't color reference so I hope that's ok !

Also art without the dialog

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Lady Krigia, pre curse

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Wind Waker Krigia sketch

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Question, if krigia was in pokemon what pokemon she will have and what would her style be ?

Ooooooh, I love this question!!!

Given her nature, I would say a dark or fairy type, just because of her curse or her divine blessing.

That said, she has lot of random pokemon from different regions and different types. She just mains dark/fairy types as they fit so well. She has a lot of normal types as well, as they are really flexible when it comes to abilities.

Her companion would be a little Esper, but Houndoom or a Persian would probably be her go-to pokemon in a fight.

Her style is something like this

She doesn't do sticking out, so all her clothing is pretty normal, except for the fact that Esper is her baby and has a sling to sit in when it doesn't want to walk.

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Aria's Journey doolles ! It's some beta of the comic <3 Hope you'll like it !

The woman with the dark hair is belong to @treasure-goblin

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New header

"Though I continued to change, the sunrise stayed the same"

- Kri

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Text ID: "Are you truly sorry? Or are you simply... jealous?"

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Modern Aria and Krigia, getting ready to go out and do whatever immortal beings do on a Friday night, lol

@whiteperle3 heres the girls!

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Completely random rant about a random oc, ignore me

THE FACT THAT SHE MOURNS HER LIFE BECAUSE SHE'LL NEVER DIE IS MSNSJSJDJFNNFJF YES. LOVE IT.

Krigia can never have back what was taken from her, her mortality. She has been made resistant to the march of time and has no choice but to be dragged along in its current.

So what does she do?

She mourns.

She mourns the person she could have and should have been. She weeps over the family and friends torn from her by time and sickness and injury. She weeps for the love she can never find now. She weeps for the small girl who only wanted to help those in need and was instead cursed to watch those people she loves die and fade from history. She weeps over the fact that she will not die but is instead cursed to live.

She emerges from her mourning a new woman. She has spilled tears over her losses, and she will have all the time in the world to feel remorse for what she had taken from her. But until that time, she is Lady Krigia. Champion of the people. Protector of all who call for her, and scourge to any who dare curse her name.

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It had been a few days since Farola had her first meeting with Lady Krigia and...well it was safe to say that the Captain had greatly regretted her attitude she held against the woman. Farola can admit when she was being childish, and in that moment she absolutely was. Now, this isn't to say her views on the woman has changed, she still had a sour taste in her mouth from the way she talked about General Impa but Farola also was not aware of the two's relationship and that could of been a normal happening between the two. Either way, she knew she had to at least make it known that she regretted the way she handle of the situation.

But...She had no idea where she could find the woman, but she was sure the General would have at least an idea. And an idea the General had, suggesting to look into the eastern sunroom to find the woman.

At first Farola was skeptical, but when she had stepped foot into the room it was hard to NOT miss the giant woman who curled up one of the windowshils in the room. Even with Farola's quiet enterance it was like the woman could sense the captain as she entered. The two stared awkwardly at eachother for a second before Farola clearned her throat.

"Lady Krigia, may I have your audience for a moment?" Farola asked after giving the woman a small bow.

"Is this to be a private conversation? If so, I can ask my friend here to leave." Krigia said as she stretched out her limbs and swung her legs off the windowsill.

"I am more than happy to oblige. The gardens are lovely at the moment." A small voice called out, and Farola noticed a blue glowing fairy hovering over the elder woman's shoulder.

Krigia was still a bit groggy from being woken from her catnap, but Bry had been sure to lecture her on being civil and polite, especially to the children she was supposed to be looking out for.