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The Final Hour RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Final Hour RPQueen Lily had all but explained that she was dying. And there were no Scarlett Lilies to cure her. Great. This of course meant Cath's life would get more complicated. Melvinlike complicated. Rinlike complicated. They were already negotiating with Lord, no, King Ravenor today.
She closed her eyes, fighting down her usual annoyance. With another sweeping bow, Cath extended her hand theatrically. "After you, your majesty."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
They were in a standard cavalry formation, with the queen in the lead. Cath used a bit of shadow magic to ensure the continued obedience of her steed. The forest was thick and beautiful. Cath had visions of treehouses, red inked maps, and crowded tables. Simpler times. She rode wordlessly, the stallion cantering along the leaf litter beneath his hooves.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Ayran, who was out of his thoughts now, emotionally exhausted (it seems that he is like that alot these days), looked at where the cheering was happening on the other side of bar by the pool table.
Apparently, all the cheering was just about a bet.
Uninterested, he turned his head away, and instead thought about leaving the noisy bar, and going somewhere more quiet.
She takes a shot, watching in admiration as she makes two balls in, then takes another shot. "Your go, old man." Scarlett still wears her mask.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work: