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Born: January 07, 2018 Forum Topics Started: 1
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I promise you, there is no weight that can bury us
Beneath the ghost of all my guilt
Here in the dark side of me

-Please Note-
At this time in Gyldi's storyline, she does not have a corporeal form.
As such, while I'm happy to write with anyone, there are limited settings.
If I haven't scared you off yet, shoot me a line and let's work on something.
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ForumSubjectLast Post
RealmKeeper of the Dead
Created by Gyldi
01/18/19
RealmClaimed
Created by Astrid
01/10/19
Malek 01/12/19 Malek swaggers by the female and lets his shoulder slam into her in his 'drunken' stagger. The smell of whiskey, clinging stale to his clothes and dancing merrily, freshly on his breath, mixes with the acrid smell of freshly smoked cigarettes.

"Oh," malek grunts in that flint-on-steel-rasping voice. "Mah bad..." The bulky man reaches out to place a hand on either of the stranger's shoulders, the clamping vice-grip as brief as it is careful as he rights her on her previously traveled path.

Eschewing further conversation, the man presents his broad back to the woman and continues his staggering, swaggering way down the street, his shoulders rolled forward and his chin lowered in a dangerous, brooding slouch that makes him appear as though, at any second, he is ready to leap into motion. One might have the impression that it is difficult to tell if he would lash out with scarred knuckles or leap with paws extended and gleaming teeth bared for the delicate curve of an exposed pharynx.

If the girl checks for the useless human currency on her person at any point, she might find that she is missing a few bank notes.
Aurora Austen 01/11/19 Aurora paused mid-step as she stepped into the local park with her dog, a large german shepherd, and looked around her immediate area. The hair on the back of her neck had stood up quite suddenly, and an unsettling feeling had gripped her.

Of course, there was nothing untoward going on around her - simply a smattering of people enjoying the cool, sunny day in the small, grassy park.

Still, she found herself gripping Zeus' leash tighter. She gave an uneasy laugh, more for herself than anything. "Felt like someone just walked over my grave, Zeus."
Mackenzie 12/09/18 -trips on thin air-
Mackenzie 11/25/18
Mackenzie 11/10/18
Quinn Abernathy 06/04/18 -Walks right by, doesn't see. Duh.-
Mackenzie 03/17/18 As Mackenzie honors Eiji with a true insult of encouragement, she would never know that she has nearly stepped on the tail of a strange little beasty. Or nearly spilled whiskey on. Because she cannot see the beasty. Probably because she is already dead.
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