Tourmaline

[Samiwashere]

Could I get tavia? :3

 

[Ruu Darling]

God she's so pretty ;-;
Make sure to bring her to Aelmere again

I willll

Could I get tavia? :3

done c:

 

[Shao]

God she's so pretty ;-;
Make sure to bring her to Aelmere again

"Psst crossbow him in the foot."

 

[Ruu Darling]

Yey upnoots, this took me a bit but I added a few musical relations and stoofs c:

 

[Kamaoe]

Fun times will be had with a visit.

 

[Shao]

Fun times will be had with a visit.

:0

 

[French Roast]

mein.

mokwar all mein. :3

 

[Samiwashere]

mein.

mokwar all mein. :3

Hah. no.

 

[French Roast]

Hah. no.

yis

 

[Shao]

yis

Nu

 

[Blorbis83]

*Sits*

 

[Shao]

*Sits*

Please, someone help this man stand.

 

[Ruu Darling]

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A note.

A single musical note started off the scene from a lone bird high in the lush green trees, almost as if an whispered echo were to ripple across your mind. Another note followed and slowly, it continued into a choir of birds, chirping. Singing, high with the tree tops and gentle breeze as the steady drum of a running stream would melodize with nature's natural song bearers. The landscape of an early morning, like longtime experienced dance troupe, gently rose with the leading sunrise as it’s warm ribbons of sunlight caressed the sleep awake, it’s skirts of reds and yellows mixing with the blues and purples of the weary night, the warmth of the morning acting as a cradle to sooth the night to bed.

With an subtle shift, a young Caparii of red sat against a willow’s trunk as her dark emerald eyes would stare down to the burning blaze before her person. Her thin arms curled around her large kneecaps with her chin rested atop as her dark dress laid dangerously close towards the edges of the hot coals of the fire. If that was of any concern to the girl, she would of moved long before..

As she stared to the dancing flames, Tourmaline pondered over the short existence that was her life up until now. How much the girl had changed from the day Diamond found her as a small toddler. Her sweet nature somewhat hardened, the warm tenderness that she had grown up with turned almost cold. She had a bitterness that she had been chewing on for a long time that she had been ignoring ever so blissfully. Thanks to her adopted family… They distracted her with their love and care, over time she became so blinded by it, she thought the world had finally changed. Until she tasted the free salty air of Storms Landing. Meeting people, seeing and hearing drama, the idiocy, the curiosity, the fights, everything.. Nothing has truly changed yet even after that, the girl yearned for more. Today, she still yearns for more… But what scares her, is she going about it the right way? Is she too angry, bitter to simply set aside her emotions and let people spit in her face, let alone the name Azerwind. To be.. Calm.. Collected..

“ Soft.. “

She breathed, gritting her teeth together as she felt her body boil, her hands balling into a fist as her arms hug her knees tighter... Do people really view her family as soft.. Weak? What reality does the world have on the Azerwinds? What are their views? Does her family know the extent to this? …

In secret, Tourmaline wishes to rid all stupidity and disrespectful swines off the face of the earth. Driven by near hate and a thirst for dominance, she almost reached for an arrow and drove it through that woman’s neck.. Had it not been for Veriswen.

From what she had been taught, she was to be kind, forgiving and welcoming.. ..She cannot do that, some of her actions may be viewed as kind, but they run on pure logic. Tourmaline has found herself to be different from her family, and in several major ways. In truth, she disagrees with how they run things, she finds them to be naive and fairly distant from the world. Yet she could never raise her voice or argue against them, call it bias if you will. Tourmaline is quick to defuse if it involves a loved or affectionate one, of which she has found herself to be quite submissive towards.. And highly aware, she refuses to become attached to anyone else. It is just another distraction.

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godfather1
cause you made me want to write. *shakes fist*
​

 

[mokwar]

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A note.

A single musical note started off the scene from a lone bird high in the lush green trees, almost as if an whispered echo were to ripple across your mind. Another note followed and slowly, it continued into a choir of birds, chirping. Singing, high with the tree tops and gentle breeze as the steady drum of a running stream would melodize with nature's natural song bearers. The landscape of an early morning, like longtime experienced dance troupe, gently rose with the leading sunrise as it’s warm ribbons of sunlight caressed the sleep awake, it’s skirts of reds and yellows mixing with the blues and purples of the weary night, the warmth of the morning acting as a cradle to sooth the night to bed.

With an subtle shift, a young Caparii of red sat against a willow’s trunk as her dark emerald eyes would stare down to the burning blaze before her person. Her thin arms curled around her large kneecaps with her chin rested atop as her dark dress laid dangerously close towards the edges of the hot coals of the fire. If that was of any concern to the girl, she would of moved long before..

As she stared to the dancing flames, Tourmaline pondered over the short existence that was her life up until now. How much the girl had changed from the day Diamond found her as a small toddler. Her sweet nature somewhat hardened, the warm tenderness that she had grown up with turned almost cold. She had a bitterness that she had been chewing on for a long time that she had been ignoring ever so blissfully. Thanks to her adopted family… They distracted her with their love and care, over time she became so blinded by it, she thought the world had finally changed. Until she tasted the free salty air of Storms Landing. Meeting people, seeing and hearing drama, the idiocy, the curiosity, the fights, everything.. Nothing has truly changed yet even after that, the girl yearned for more. Today, she still yearns for more… But what scares her, is she going about it the right way? Is she too angry, bitter to simply set aside her emotions and let people spit in her face, let alone the name Azerwind. To be.. Calm.. Collected..

“ Soft.. “

She breathed, gritting her teeth together as she felt her body boil, her hands balling into a fist as her arms hug her knees tighter... Do people really view her family as soft.. Weak? What reality does the world have on the Azerwinds? What are their views? Does her family know the extent to this? …

In secret, Tourmaline wishes to rid all stupidity and disrespectful swines off the face of the earth. Driven by near hate and a thirst for dominance, she almost reached for an arrow and drove it through that woman’s neck.. Had it not been for Veriswen.

From what she had been taught, she was to be kind, forgiving and welcoming.. ..She cannot do that, some of her actions may be viewed as kind, but they run on pure logic. Tourmaline has found herself to be different from her family, and in several major ways. In truth, she disagrees with how they run things, she finds them to be naive and fairly distant from the world. Yet she could never raise her voice or argue against them, call it bias if you will. Tourmaline is quick to defuse if it involves a loved or affectionate one, of which she has found herself to be quite submissive towards.. And highly aware, she refuses to become attached to anyone else. It is just another distraction.

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godfather1
cause you made me want to write. *shakes fist*
​

Love it so much!



Also, can not help it to meme a little:

 

[French Roast]

--=====--

A note.

A single musical note started off the scene from a lone bird high in the lush green trees, almost as if an whispered echo were to ripple across your mind. Another note followed and slowly, it continued into a choir of birds, chirping. Singing, high with the tree tops and gentle breeze as the steady drum of a running stream would melodize with nature's natural song bearers. The landscape of an early morning, like longtime experienced dance troupe, gently rose with the leading sunrise as it’s warm ribbons of sunlight caressed the sleep awake, it’s skirts of reds and yellows mixing with the blues and purples of the weary night, the warmth of the morning acting as a cradle to sooth the night to bed.

With an subtle shift, a young Caparii of red sat against a willow’s trunk as her dark emerald eyes would stare down to the burning blaze before her person. Her thin arms curled around her large kneecaps with her chin rested atop as her dark dress laid dangerously close towards the edges of the hot coals of the fire. If that was of any concern to the girl, she would of moved long before..

As she stared to the dancing flames, Tourmaline pondered over the short existence that was her life up until now. How much the girl had changed from the day Diamond found her as a small toddler. Her sweet nature somewhat hardened, the warm tenderness that she had grown up with turned almost cold. She had a bitterness that she had been chewing on for a long time that she had been ignoring ever so blissfully. Thanks to her adopted family… They distracted her with their love and care, over time she became so blinded by it, she thought the world had finally changed. Until she tasted the free salty air of Storms Landing. Meeting people, seeing and hearing drama, the idiocy, the curiosity, the fights, everything.. Nothing has truly changed yet even after that, the girl yearned for more. Today, she still yearns for more… But what scares her, is she going about it the right way? Is she too angry, bitter to simply set aside her emotions and let people spit in her face, let alone the name Azerwind. To be.. Calm.. Collected..

“ Soft.. “

She breathed, gritting her teeth together as she felt her body boil, her hands balling into a fist as her arms hug her knees tighter... Do people really view her family as soft.. Weak? What reality does the world have on the Azerwinds? What are their views? Does her family know the extent to this? …

In secret, Tourmaline wishes to rid all stupidity and disrespectful swines off the face of the earth. Driven by near hate and a thirst for dominance, she almost reached for an arrow and drove it through that woman’s neck.. Had it not been for Veriswen.

From what she had been taught, she was to be kind, forgiving and welcoming.. ..She cannot do that, some of her actions may be viewed as kind, but they run on pure logic. Tourmaline has found herself to be different from her family, and in several major ways. In truth, she disagrees with how they run things, she finds them to be naive and fairly distant from the world. Yet she could never raise her voice or argue against them, call it bias if you will. Tourmaline is quick to defuse if it involves a loved or affectionate one, of which she has found herself to be quite submissive towards.. And highly aware, she refuses to become attached to anyone else. It is just another distraction.

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godfather1
cause you made me want to write. *shakes fist*
​

Love it! ^.^

 

[Kamaoe]

--=====--

A note.

A single musical note started off the scene from a lone bird high in the lush green trees, almost as if an whispered echo were to ripple across your mind. Another note followed and slowly, it continued into a choir of birds, chirping. Singing, high with the tree tops and gentle breeze as the steady drum of a running stream would melodize with nature's natural song bearers. The landscape of an early morning, like longtime experienced dance troupe, gently rose with the leading sunrise as it’s warm ribbons of sunlight caressed the sleep awake, it’s skirts of reds and yellows mixing with the blues and purples of the weary night, the warmth of the morning acting as a cradle to sooth the night to bed.

With an subtle shift, a young Caparii of red sat against a willow’s trunk as her dark emerald eyes would stare down to the burning blaze before her person. Her thin arms curled around her large kneecaps with her chin rested atop as her dark dress laid dangerously close towards the edges of the hot coals of the fire. If that was of any concern to the girl, she would of moved long before..

As she stared to the dancing flames, Tourmaline pondered over the short existence that was her life up until now. How much the girl had changed from the day Diamond found her as a small toddler. Her sweet nature somewhat hardened, the warm tenderness that she had grown up with turned almost cold. She had a bitterness that she had been chewing on for a long time that she had been ignoring ever so blissfully. Thanks to her adopted family… They distracted her with their love and care, over time she became so blinded by it, she thought the world had finally changed. Until she tasted the free salty air of Storms Landing. Meeting people, seeing and hearing drama, the idiocy, the curiosity, the fights, everything.. Nothing has truly changed yet even after that, the girl yearned for more. Today, she still yearns for more… But what scares her, is she going about it the right way? Is she too angry, bitter to simply set aside her emotions and let people spit in her face, let alone the name Azerwind. To be.. Calm.. Collected..

“ Soft.. “

She breathed, gritting her teeth together as she felt her body boil, her hands balling into a fist as her arms hug her knees tighter... Do people really view her family as soft.. Weak? What reality does the world have on the Azerwinds? What are their views? Does her family know the extent to this? …

In secret, Tourmaline wishes to rid all stupidity and disrespectful swines off the face of the earth. Driven by near hate and a thirst for dominance, she almost reached for an arrow and drove it through that woman’s neck.. Had it not been for Veriswen.

From what she had been taught, she was to be kind, forgiving and welcoming.. ..She cannot do that, some of her actions may be viewed as kind, but they run on pure logic. Tourmaline has found herself to be different from her family, and in several major ways. In truth, she disagrees with how they run things, she finds them to be naive and fairly distant from the world. Yet she could never raise her voice or argue against them, call it bias if you will. Tourmaline is quick to defuse if it involves a loved or affectionate one, of which she has found herself to be quite submissive towards.. And highly aware, she refuses to become attached to anyone else. It is just another distraction.

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godfather1
cause you made me want to write. *shakes fist*
​

Really beautiful writing~

 

[Shao]

Driven by near hate and a thirst for dominance.
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I fear for her future boy friends.

 

[Blorbis83]

I fear for her future boy friends.

 

[BoredBrit]

--=====--

A note.

A single musical note started off the scene from a lone bird high in the lush green trees, almost as if an whispered echo were to ripple across your mind. Another note followed and slowly, it continued into a choir of birds, chirping. Singing, high with the tree tops and gentle breeze as the steady drum of a running stream would melodize with nature's natural song bearers. The landscape of an early morning, like longtime experienced dance troupe, gently rose with the leading sunrise as it’s warm ribbons of sunlight caressed the sleep awake, it’s skirts of reds and yellows mixing with the blues and purples of the weary night, the warmth of the morning acting as a cradle to sooth the night to bed.

With an subtle shift, a young Caparii of red sat against a willow’s trunk as her dark emerald eyes would stare down to the burning blaze before her person. Her thin arms curled around her large kneecaps with her chin rested atop as her dark dress laid dangerously close towards the edges of the hot coals of the fire. If that was of any concern to the girl, she would of moved long before..

As she stared to the dancing flames, Tourmaline pondered over the short existence that was her life up until now. How much the girl had changed from the day Diamond found her as a small toddler. Her sweet nature somewhat hardened, the warm tenderness that she had grown up with turned almost cold. She had a bitterness that she had been chewing on for a long time that she had been ignoring ever so blissfully. Thanks to her adopted family… They distracted her with their love and care, over time she became so blinded by it, she thought the world had finally changed. Until she tasted the free salty air of Storms Landing. Meeting people, seeing and hearing drama, the idiocy, the curiosity, the fights, everything.. Nothing has truly changed yet even after that, the girl yearned for more. Today, she still yearns for more… But what scares her, is she going about it the right way? Is she too angry, bitter to simply set aside her emotions and let people spit in her face, let alone the name Azerwind. To be.. Calm.. Collected..

“ Soft.. “

She breathed, gritting her teeth together as she felt her body boil, her hands balling into a fist as her arms hug her knees tighter... Do people really view her family as soft.. Weak? What reality does the world have on the Azerwinds? What are their views? Does her family know the extent to this? …

In secret, Tourmaline wishes to rid all stupidity and disrespectful swines off the face of the earth. Driven by near hate and a thirst for dominance, she almost reached for an arrow and drove it through that woman’s neck.. Had it not been for Veriswen.

From what she had been taught, she was to be kind, forgiving and welcoming.. ..She cannot do that, some of her actions may be viewed as kind, but they run on pure logic. Tourmaline has found herself to be different from her family, and in several major ways. In truth, she disagrees with how they run things, she finds them to be naive and fairly distant from the world. Yet she could never raise her voice or argue against them, call it bias if you will. Tourmaline is quick to defuse if it involves a loved or affectionate one, of which she has found herself to be quite submissive towards.. And highly aware, she refuses to become attached to anyone else. It is just another distraction.

--=====--

godfather1
cause you made me want to write. *shakes fist*
​

 

[Ruu Darling]

I will end you.