today, sjarnβs jiejie aka parn decided to went to the beach to refresh her mind :] ποΈ
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A bouquet for Sjarnies. πππ
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WINTER CASTE-OATHS. | 18th
ISOLATE HOME CATCH SCENE.
Hearken to this utterance through corridors wherein silence takes residence, windows blind with hoarfrost, and rooftops laden heaviness with the snow. Ardor thickens, yet in that devotion we summon wishes to @Ostendl, @HouseOfLuthien, @ellvius, @TheEdurne, and @TheLachaise for their winsome monthiversary jubilee.
Therefore, they aren't some ephemeral apparitions that skim across forgotten panes, nor background figures consign to shadow, but the principal frame afterglow that clings as the lens gathers frost. Endlessly shall callbacks ring, and pure delight through dwelling alone, but never lonesome with snow corridors heritage.
From the frost-bound
shelter, @Sjarns ππͺΎ
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γ €γ €PRONOUNCEMENT FROM THE
WINTER CASTE-OATHS. | 18th
ISOLATE HOME CATCH SCENE.
Hearken to this utterance through corridors wherein silence takes residence, windows blind with hoarfrost, and rooftops laden heaviness with the snow. Ardor thickens, yet in that devotion we summon wishes to @Ostendl, @HouseOfLuthien, @ellvius, @TheEdurne, and @TheLachaise for their winsome monthiversary jubilee.
Therefore, they aren't some ephemeral apparitions that skim across forgotten panes, nor background figures consign to shadow, but the principal frame afterglow that clings as the lens gathers frost. Endlessly shall callbacks ring, and pure delight through dwelling alone, but never lonesome with snow corridors heritage.
From the frost-bound
shelter, @Sjarns ππͺΎ
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May your day be as colorful as my pink hair, Sjarnies! π©·
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Forwarded from [] WYRMHARROW: The Moonwrought Lineage.
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(πΊ ) Beneath the umber veil of evergreen dusk, the wolf awakens, sinew stitched with moonfire and a heart drumming an ancient oath, while gilded-eyes burnished as dawn trapped in amber carry the hush of forests and the roar of becoming; they do not merely see, they remember the pull of blood, the ache of loyalty, and the gravity of love that bends even fate, as twilight breathes between shadow and promise, where fur meets flesh and a soul learns its true shape, the night listening in reverent silence as the wolf answers.
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β β β β β β βΆ. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
β β between 1995-1998
β β β β β β βΆ. THE MOONWROUGHT
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Thus he runs, The Wolf of elder marrow, swift as vow and bound by ancient honor; in golden stare dwell mercy and wrath entwined, for he is both guardian and storm an old soul made present, sworn to the pack, the dusk, and blood that endures though the moon should wane.
If the howl stirreth thy soul, then step forth and claim thy place. Send thy call @WyrmharrowsBot, and stand among those who walk beneath night's dominion where only the steadfast and the true are number'.
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β β β β β β βΆ. THE HOWLING CROWN
β β between 1980-1994
β β β β β β βΆ. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
β β between 1995-1998
β β β β β β βΆ. THE MOONWROUGHT
β β between 1999-2010
Thus he runs, The Wolf of elder marrow, swift as vow and bound by ancient honor; in golden stare dwell mercy and wrath entwined, for he is both guardian and storm an old soul made present, sworn to the pack, the dusk, and blood that endures though the moon should wane.
Warm greetings to you, Wyrmharrow. Your howl reached the depths of me and led me here. I am (muse, username and full name), born on (date of birth), I come seeking the bond of family as (parent, uncle, aunt, or child). With a heart wide open I am here, ready for the sign, the call, and the adventure of the Moonborn through being one of you.
If the howl stirreth thy soul, then step forth and claim thy place. Send thy call @WyrmharrowsBot, and stand among those who walk beneath night's dominion where only the steadfast and the true are number'.
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