P Pulling Your Puzzles Apart

Juniper,

Lioness of Prideless

Played by Swan

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Like plumes of sweet, translucent smoke, the fragrant air swirls around her. And the heavy droplets of rains pasts tumble down, sliding down leaves and collecting in turbid puddles. Violet blue eyes flash in the unexpected darkness of a stormy afternoon. There is a stillness in the forest that is both tranquil and foreboding. Her stomach twists into knots as she traverses deeper amongst the foliage, nostrils flaring. A lonely, wet Hawthorne shrub shivers under the shadow of an old and crooked tree. She stops, only to look. To sight. Those white flowers, with pearls of rain standing on its petal like tears, had carried her through many a horrid night. For a second, Juniper considers indulging again. Considers letting those tender ivory petals wash away whatever sadness remains within her heart. The ruins of her grief. She swallows and shakes her head, the furrowing of her brow never marring the childish beauty of her face. Slowly, she begins to gingerly pluck a petal with her teeth. Rain runs down its pink flesh and into her mouth, and the cold feel of it is exhilarating. But she berates herself, the emotion clearly etched onto her features, and promises to save the petal for her patients. Unless, well…it looks like it might be a particularly sullen night. @Volcan "Speech" And I will try to fix you

Volcan,

Empress of Ignis Empire

Played by Karasu

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The rain was persistent thing, but it never penetrated the goddess's pelt. It ran off as if her fur was a ducks feathers, slipping off and soaking into the already moist ground below. But what did break through to the lady was the cold. Her thick curly fur was formed to her body to protect her from the desert head and scorching sands, and the drenching rain that assaulted them, but not the cold the rainforest storms set into the bones of the walkers. It was odd, being here once again, now that she was an empress of her own kingdom. But around the lake what she needed did not grow. Basil, a key plant in the making of burn cream, to protect her delicate albino child from the burning sun. But perhaps, this evening, she was not the only who searched for what the jungle had to offer- for before her was a dark plum lady, plucking a petal. The goddess fully rounded the tree she had poked out from behind, and chuffed, striding towards the smaller girl. Her maw naturally adopted her cocky flirtatious smirk, and her words were a mischievous purr, Hello there, little maiden- it seems I am not the only with the need for herbs.

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