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OC fact: Dubháin keeps a nail file on them at almost all times because 1) they learned that being covered in thorns and anywhere near almost all fabric is a bad combo and 2) for their clawnails for added effect when they need to smirk at someone from across the room

damn…aesthetic goalsJaspen has subdermal thorns (ok, botanically speaking the correct term is actually prickles but colloquially speaking roses often have the word thorn attributed) that can slip through her petal-skin with a tiny bit of pressure. She’s got one under each fingertip, in lieu of actual fingernails, that peek out when she flexes her fingers back.

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In Kralkatorrik’s Wake

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Moonweaver

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Hope grows anew

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Got a full viper’s set for Venge, so guess what it’s time for

full grimdark armor indulgence time

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sweet reprieve in the bitterfrost, or some other sappy title

takes place during a crack in the ice! short little vignette with zeph, nil, vyktta and, azad

"Now THIS is a welcome sight- think I can finally feel my toes again!" The sight and subtle radiating heat of the hot springs certainly lightened Nil's mood. Hours of trudging through ice and frost-frozen muck had soured everyone's mood but Nil was especially irritable. The sight of green moss and rising steam came as a welcome relief to the blistering cold. "Any part of you that you submerge is only going to feel colder when you come out," Vyktta said dryly, idly checking the glowing measurements on the monitor attached to her arm.   Nil shot back with a snort, "Just stickin my feet it." Tearing off the haphazardly put-together bundles she used at shoes, she shot a grin at Zephne, "You joining? Or does that signet ring of yours reach all the way down to those wired nubs of yours?" "We have been battling icebrood and storms all the way up here," Zephne shrugged. "We could all use a bit of a reprieve." The asura stopped tapping at her wrist panels abruptly. "Really? You too? You've slept less than Azad," she gestured sharply at the Risen in the frost covered hood looming behind her, "who's been on his own dogged campaign lately. And now you want to risk your body heat on impulse?" Her tone and questioning came off as callous but Zephne recognized the rare concern in Vyktta's face. The fact that the asura was framing it at all in terms of Zephne's health and not Vyktta's time was the just the asura's way of expressing kindly sympathy. Zephne shrugged, "yeah I suppose that's..." She trailed off. Ever since she drove Caladbolg into her dear friend's heart her mind had been fixated on accomplishing something, anything that would wash the lingering rage and regret from her hands. The past few months had been a desperate never-ending scramble that wrapped around her, driving her rigidly forward even as her brain and lungs shrieked silently from the stress. Nil had changed that. "Oi! Anyone else want in, or am I going to get to enjoy this all to myself?" The mursaat yelled from ankle-deep, steaming water. Before there was a response from either Zephne or Vyktta, Azad walked forward startling the two of them. With an unnatural grace for one of the undead, he strode to the edge of the lagoon, spun on his heel right at the edge so he was facing the two, and with a ghoulish smirk landed with a resounding splash into the water. Nil's surprised laughter rang through the valley, "didn't know you had it in ya, zombie!" And the other two processed what happened in their own stunned silence. Until Zephne finally reached down and began unbuckling the straps of her winter boots. Vyktta sighed and sat down on the nearest outcropping of stone, "well somebody is going to assume the responsibility of keeping watch." Zephne threw off her shoes and raced to shoreline, for the first time in months racing towards something that promised not vengeance, but joy.