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Unearthed Treasures (pt. 4)
Still high as she was on the wall, the tyrian grew with each meter, the almost childish size growing, the wings a mere kite growing into a massive expanse, a dragon, a titan. She was perhaps as large as Marrow, maybe a little bigger, bright where the female before had been dull. The closer she was, she could make out the distinct spotting on her body, the stripes along the edges of her wings, mauve, and purple, dark port wine stains on the blush of her fur. She was a strange looking tyrian, almost cartoonish in her design, yet, lovely all the same, powerful with the draconic angles. Whereas the vayrons had a boxier build, up close, she could make out the more serpentine aspects of their kind, the shapes, and indents of her torso that Tigerlily was slowly beginning to mark as distinct marks of their kind. While it was rather clear that their races were related in some way, stretching back long into the past, it was obvious, besides the wings of course, that there was something that set
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Fun in the Sun (pt. 4)
Beneath the waters, it was as if the world fell away, revealing a whole other existence. Water was always a precious thing, more important than anything else one could possess in the desert, more precious than gold, more precious than gems. It was what varyons of the greatest wealth in Thedale thrived off of, bottling and selling to those in the city. While Thedale had its own source of water, it was often used by the large establishments; the bathhouses and used to fill the canals. In the past, when she had been thirsty, she would go down to the canals, fill her bags with water to return home, boiling it so it was clean enough to drink. It had always been hard work, but it beat making the trip out to the nearest oasis, one that would often be flooded by merchants and other natives of the land. It was only as she grew older, ventured out further, capable of making long trips that lasted days rather than hours, that she first discovered the caverns. Hidden amongst the sands, they seemed
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Fun in the Sun (pt. 3)
There was something that was truly awe-inspiring about the Tyrian, about any of his kind. Since she had first laid eyes upon Patchwork, there was a certain intrigue that lingered, something that pushed forward her desire to uncover the hidden truth of the world. A child gazing upon the fleeting silhouette of hero who would one day shape their passion for the future. There were so many emotions invoked; envy, anger, awe, and hope. Envy for their might, their strength, their ability to fly. Anger for their impact on her world, on the potential and unknown of what their goal was. Awe over their mystique, their legend, the fact that they had been little more than a story, and yet, here they were, living and breathing flesh. Hope, hope that they may make the change that was needed in their world. It was strange, a contradiction to everything she had ever believed her life would be. Simple, ordinary, living and dying amidst the sands of Thedale, becoming nothing or wanting to be anything. Ti
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Unearthed Treasures (pt. 3)
Turning to the right, she left the darkness of the tunnels far behind, the left pathway a gapping, ominous darkness so absolute, she felt relief within her own decision not to take to its unknown. While none of the Tyrians had proven to be volatile, even Marrow, known to possess startling and drastic changing impressions towards others, Tigerlily didn’t want to take the risk of encountering one with an attitude in the dark. The tunnel didn’t look particularly wide from where she had glimpsed inside, putting her at an advantage, and yet, she couldn’t be certain to what laid deeper within. At least here, if she were so lucky as to find the one she sought, she could see unimpeded by darkness and could prepare for any slight towards her. As much as she wanted to lunge ahead, and much as she merely wanted to cry out, demand that the one she sought come before her and answer the questions that burned scathing in her chest, the Thedalian knew she needed to play things smart.
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Fun in the Sun (pt.2)
At the water's edge, she took the time to enjoy the coolness against her feet. While she like any native Thedalian worth their grain of salt, she was used to the heat, the scorch of the desert. it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate a break from it when she got the chance. All around this hidden oasis, the sun ruled absolute, heating the sand so it boiled at the merest touch. Her paws would be bleeding tomorrow, that she knew, peeling away beneath the grit of sand and heat of the sun. Here, at the water's edge however, it was like the goddess of the sea had reached forward, leeching out the heat, leaving behind a numbness that felt amazing compared to the torture she had been putting herself through. If she had thought ahead, she supposed she could have dressed her feet, padded them in the slips that would protect them from the sand. She would normally do so whenever she set out, looking for prey or finding something to trade, some lost treasure hidden amongst the sand. But i
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Unearthed Treasures (pt.2)
It was a beautiful place, akin to a dreamscape she had passed her childhood concocting, a scheme of light of so many hues, it was truly dazzling. At times, she wondered if such a place could exist, if fantasy could come to life if such places like this could truly exist. Precious stones to line the walls, the ceiling, gleaming with a thousand jewels. Perhaps then, it was for a far more simple desire, poor as she was in the past. Jewels that were so beautiful she would never go hungry again, growing rich on their shine, the vanity of the noblemen that had for so long looked down upon her, suddenly viewing her as someone to be jealous of. For the most part, it came from the anger, the rage inside her at being seen as little more than a heathen for no other reason than who her parents were and where she lived. The slums were an ugly part of Thedale, ugly but a very real reality. Such a large part of the population lived there, too consumed by the expense of such things as necessities. Don
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Fun in the Sun
Her encounter with Patchwork had worked out better than she had hoped for. When he had called her out on following him, Tigerlily had been sure he would remain tightlipped, leaving her with but a taste of what was happening. Before this had all begun, she had deluded herself into thinking all she needed was to see with her own eyes the reality of the truth. But now, with the vision of a winged Tyrian, soaring through the sky effortlessly as if it was their own fate in life, she only found the desire to know more to well forth. Curiosity was a dangerous thing in the desert, what with how closely most secrets were guarded. Dig too deep, and often times something would come out to bite down hard. She had learned the hard way it was best to keep to herself, only reaching out to learn more when it was absolutely necessary, rather than on a whim. And yet, it was impossible to ignore this feeling now, impossible to turn away the what ifs that churned in her mind, leaving without the strength
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Unearthing Treasures
The journey of a thousand miles had begun, and with success upon the weight of her steps, Tigerlily was pleased with the turn of events. While Marrow hadn’t shared much with her, a woman of few words, temperamental as a predator was meant to be, she had given the female what she needed to continue on her path, to find the answers that only seemed to build with each passing day. There had been so little unveiled with her past meetings, more questions raised and answered, and yet, just enough to keep her wanting more, yearning to discover the mystery that had appeared without consequence, bared upon tongues of nosy merchants and frightened natives. As harmless as they had acted, Patchwork and Marrow here hardly creatures that could get away with being anonymous. They were impressive, immense in size, living myths returned to the living world anew. Perhaps to unearth hidden legends that had faded into nothing. Perhaps to retake what they had lost. Maybe to find purpose in failures o
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Climb to Mount Olympus (pt.4)
The longer the thought about it, the greater her concern rose. There were so many who focused on what the tyrians could be thinking, could be planning, that there was so little thought put into what would happen to them. The varyons who lived throughout Reos had long been noble beasts, the great creatures that man had feared, and in time, come to stand as allies. Tyrians were a sudden change, something that would surely draw uncertainty amongst the lands. Fear was a dangerous things, for it bred cruelty and paranoia, and where such dark emotions thrived, evil lurked. She had seen horrible deeds committed in the name of peace, all in an effort to keep from feeling pain, and feeling the scathing bite of betrayal. In a way, she could understand some of the things her kin had done, the constant struggle for survival in an unforgiving world. The desert had never been kind, even to those who called it home. At times, to survive, things had to be done, lives weighed and found lesser than one&
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Fortune Favours the Bold (pt.4)
Like a game, there was a complexity to this encounter that she needed to play carefully. All this effort was for information, for truth. If she could see him as a living breathing reality, suddenly all those rumours were true, and so many questions now laid in her mind, popping up no sooner than she had managed to figure out an answer for her own. Though, likelihood was, whatever answers she managed to figure out was wrong, leaving the only one capable of leaving her thoughts sated standing before her. Eyes narrowed at his giggles, his easy laughter in the events he found himself in, and yet, for all the easy going nature he housed, promising a potential easy acquirement of the things she sought, Tigerlily in turn also found herself scowling. She was a female of serious moments, making those who were too easy by nature seem strange and foreign to her. Incapable. There was something that felt like avoidance, and to the Thedalian, life was much to precious, much to short, to fill her day
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Climb to Mount Olympus (Pt.3)
The path was silent, forever still, breathing in a sense of solitude that made her both uneasy, and exhilarated. How long she had walked to come to this place, hours stretching on into eternity? For a while, she merely stared at the rabbit, her impatience and need to know what it was that had come to life in this world pushing her forward. And yet, at the same time, it was, exhausting. It had been hours since she first set out on this path, and the monotony of the arid, dusty world around her seemed as if she had very little progress. It was the same grey landscape, cold and bitter, biting into her thin fur where the heavy clothe didn’t reach, leaving her limbs tingling and her eyes burning. It was so different from the world she knew, the heat, the unrelenting sun. A whole other world. And yet, at the same time, it was mystifying, to glimpse something so set apart from her beginning, and her present. What would happen, if she set out across the world, said her goodbyes to a land
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Fortune Favours the Bold (pt.3)
It was impossible to lose sight of him, her eyes taking in the draconic silhouette in awe, absorbing the traits that she had only ever seen in her fellow Vayron with curiosity. The strong line of his jaw, the small wedged ears, the geometric diamond chainmail lining his hide. While larger than than any other Reosean she had seen, there was a distinct line of his body that clearly spoke of a relation between this mysterious entity and her own blood. Even after she had come to believe the stories no sooner than she had first caught sight of him, there was something about seeing a living breathing Tyrian. She wasn’t imagining things, she wasn’t merely making up a mirage in her mind from the heat and paranoia. Sighing, she settled her belly in the sand, her paws curing beneath her chest as she watched him glide through the air. Down, down, down he spiralled, the great shadow of his wings shrinking, and finally, the ground rumbled, the Tyrian touching down. 
The gust of win
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A Witch's Prank
It was dark in the streets of Warrenfall, grand buildings rising high over the murky horizon, hues and many colours fading into a mauve collage, deep, whispering of a silent night to come. Down towards the heart of the city, where festival lanterns hung from their wrought iron brackets, a rich crimson hue cast the cobble stones ruddy. It was a perfect moment for mischief. And it was here, that one would find ghouls and goblins, fiends and witches.
“Ahahahahahah.”
A hicking laughter bubbled in her chest, that twisted, gleaming smile seeming to cringe with each inhale, rattling over her neck and chest. Eyes, green eyes, narrowed against her slanting expression, looked down over the people that milled about, finding their interest in vendors selling their wears, strange, foreign beasties bound in filigree cages, rich, pungent scents of herbs hanging thick where they were spread out to dry, boun
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There be Legends in those Woods
The chill of the early morning air clung like heavy mists over the deep valleys of the carpeted earth. Old trees, their roots tangled deep in the black soil, hung a canopy entrenched in shadow overhead. A symphony of song, voices, whispers, of beasts and humming earth was all that could be sensed in the air. A crack of a branch, the bay of a keening animal, wounded and terribly frightened. It had been the boon of fate to all those who lived in this land, aware of this stranger that had sense come into the mountains. A creature, more legend than truth, stories from old coming back, spun into words that meant so much, yet offered little in return. 
It was the threat this creature had become, that brought him there now. The weight of the tether wound against his hip was a heavy burden, the pack thrown over his shoulder weighted down by the supplies that would hopefully get him through this venture. Perhaps it was foolhardy of him, to attempt to capture a ghost, a beast long thought d
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Haunting Mistakes
Each second is precious, a moment in time so minuscule, yet, it seems to stretch on into infinity. Each breath is painful, frantic and in a great hurry, and though you know you are only wasting vital oxygen, you can’t find it in yourself to stop. Your drowning, you are being crushed. Erratic and without reason, the reality of being buried alive is the worst possible horror anyone can experience. And yet, you know, the reason you are in this position is because of your own foolish choices, your own greed and envy. It’s like a sickness, a plague, one you can’t ever be cured from. It’ll fester inside you, blacken your soul and steal from you all that is good and wonderful in your life. First, it was your family. Than, your business.
Now your life.
It started all those years ago, when you first fell in love with addiction, a viral parasite writhing under your flesh, feasting on your insecurities and weaknesses, until at last if had found its foot hold. The drugs, th
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FREE YCH! - OPEN by KingDiesel
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Still high as she was on the wall, the tyrian grew with each meter, the almost childish size growing, the wings a mere kite growing into a massive expanse, a dragon, a titan. She was perhaps as large as Marrow, maybe a little bigger, bright where the female before had been dull. The closer she was, she could make out the distinct spotting on her body, the stripes along the edges of her wings, mauve, and purple, dark port wine stains on the blush of her fur. She was a strange looking tyrian, almost cartoonish in her design, yet, lovely all the same, powerful with the draconic angles. Whereas the vayrons had a boxier build, up close, she could make out the more serpentine aspects of their kind, the shapes, and indents of her torso that Tigerlily was slowly beginning to mark as distinct marks of their kind. While it was rather clear that their races were related in some way, stretching back long into the past, it was obvious, besides the wings of course, that there was something that set them apart. Time had shaped their path, made them neither relative, friend, or foe. They merely existed, in the same space, much as the humans were. Time she supposed, would decide where their paths would cross, and what it would mean for Reos as a whole.

Calling out as she had done, Tigerlily wondered how this would go down. Marrow had called her cocky, yet, that could mean any number of things. Was she the sort that believed herself superior to others, or merely reckless, untouchable. Vanity or aggression, there were numerous ways this path could go. The outcome depended a lot upon her mood as well as what the vayron said next. Though, waking her from her sleep was probably not her best move if so. She suppressed the shutter, the unnerving tension that riddled up her spine, locking her joints into steel. To wake a sleeping bear was never a good move. Perhaps it would be a good thing if she was merely faking, acting on account of possessing control and surprise in any encounter she would face. But then again, even they needed to sleep surely. Would she be the unlucky one to awake her from some much-needed sleep? It would be just her luck after all. Maybe this would be the first time she would truly see one of their kind in action; watch as her long sinuous neck arched back, her powerful jaws opened, and those wings buffer against the stagnant air of the cave. She wondered how strong those legs were, those arms. Could she throw a vayron without any sort of effort? Marvellous was far larger than she, it didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility.

When movement shivered along those wings, Tigerlily froze, her body stiffening as her head rose from its place, hidden behind the gentle arch of her wing, brilliant jewel-like eyes, pink and clear and blinding, easily seen even from the distance she stood. Her nose was splotched with mauve, yet, a perfect, plush pink at its tip. She had small bear-like ears, so delicate compared to the rest of her, all soft curves and fuzzy fur, twitching towards her, slow and unconcerned; as if she had known she was there all along. Tigerlily scowled; had she played the same game Patchwork had done before? She stretched out like a cat, feline in her movements, more agile in a way the other’s hadn’t been. Large as she was, each shift of her body was done with absolute control, sultry and curving. The other are the males, and Marrow, they had been powerful, strong, sturdy. Marvellous was immense too, yet, she seemed almost… feminine. There were obvious differences, more petite in her structure, her wings more narrow, her talons not as large, not as wicked. As she rose, the light of the gems reflected off her fur, as if she wasn’t made of a living flesh, but of glass, sugar sweet and glistening. The blues, reds, purples; golds and silvers, greens and indigo, they played a marvelous game upon her bodice, making her seem as if she was made of the very same precious stones, a polished statue amongst a hoard. The crowning piece. She seemed so comfortable in this place, a queen who had grown up spoiled in the riches of the world. Tigerlily resented her for it. She didn’t appear as some runaway refugee. She didn’t look as if she was concerned about anything. Her head turned, and they locked eyes, a second, two, passing by before a slow smirk coiled onto her lips, purposeful and teasing. The vayron resisted the urge to bare her teeth, to release a snide mark that would ruin everything. She managed… barely.

“Ah, a visitor. Have you brought a tribute to your lady?” It was said with such pomp, such bravado, a woman who knew what she wanted and knew she had the full attention of any who gazed upon her. Tigerlily was silent for a time, stunned as she took in the strange words, yet another odd personality. Her mind wandered back to Eros, to his strange request out amongst the desert, hidden his oasis kingdom. A shell. That had been all he had wanted, and all she had had to find to impress him enough into giving her yet another clue in this endless game. And yet, she had a feeling that pulling just anything out and presenting it to Marvellous wouldn’t go over well. She was the sort who believed herself worthy of tribute, clearly, there would be a bigger catch in this exchange. Tigerlily hadn’t brought much with her, other than the bag and cloak, weatherworn from travel and far from extravagant, made by the hide of an antelope from the desert. Exotic here perhaps, but then, Marvellous surely would haven’t a difficult time make the trip over to acquire some of her more… heated tastes.

It left the vayron spinning, her wheels caught in the muck. But than… she remembered the gems. The small gleaming droplets that filled her bag, marking the path she had taken into the caves. They were small sure, but then against, they were easy to trade, easy to carry, petite in a way that spoke to the more delicate side of this tyrian. Surely they would be a worthy trade; jewels to crown her cocky head. “I see you enjoy colors… my lady, I bring these.” Tigerlily called, making the trip down towards the last few meters to her chamber, making a quick jump down, clearing the pool of water below. Here, she could see just how large the cavern was. The wall that she had just been standing astride had a lip, the ceiling curling back, vanishing deeper into the rock, where the pool of water turned into a great submerged lake. It was truly massive. She blinked, shocked for a time, taking in the immense jewels that jutted from the water, gleaming islands of light. Looking around, she nodded her head, eyeing the woman, remembering habits from her previous encounters. Manners would surely be important here with this one. She waited, curious as to whether she would be refused permission to draw closer, before depositing the bag down, pulling back the flap to reveal the gleaming jewels.
Unearthed Treasures (pt. 4)
Featuring Tigerlily: Tigerlily 007
Word count: 1229
Prompt: Prompt 2 - For a short moment you stare at the tyrian, confused. But then something in your mind clicks, and you remember the colorful rocks you lined your path with and that you have a few of them left. "I see you enjoy colors, my lady, I bring these." You offer the remaining stones to her.
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Beneath the waters, it was as if the world fell away, revealing a whole other existence. Water was always a precious thing, more important than anything else one could possess in the desert, more precious than gold, more precious than gems. It was what varyons of the greatest wealth in Thedale thrived off of, bottling and selling to those in the city. While Thedale had its own source of water, it was often used by the large establishments; the bathhouses and used to fill the canals. In the past, when she had been thirsty, she would go down to the canals, fill her bags with water to return home, boiling it so it was clean enough to drink. It had always been hard work, but it beat making the trip out to the nearest oasis, one that would often be flooded by merchants and other natives of the land. It was only as she grew older, ventured out further, capable of making long trips that lasted days rather than hours, that she first discovered the caverns. Hidden amongst the sands, they seemed almost magical, gateways to worlds beyond her own, this place that was so solemn and desolate in comparison. The sand and sky and sun, that had been all she had ever known. There had been beauty in it, a master that she both loved and hated. In those caves though, in those sunken places of coolness and dark and water, she had found peace. She could pretend she was somewhere else. For as much as the desert had made her strong, it had left broken pieces inside her, fractured by the sheer strain of surviving. Far away in her mind, she could travel to both a different time, a different place. In those caves, within the water, its cool embrace chasing away the burn on her back, the sand from her fur, she felt truly comfortable for the first time in what was probably her entire life. One cave had become her own, a secret place that she retreated to, even as the child in her was chased away from her, responsibility setting in. It was the only place she was never quite as jaded, as surly as she was, allowed to unfurl, to breath, to feel. Laying in the chill of the water, feeling it lap against her sides, watching as the ripples over the cave ceiling dance in cyan glow, setting the fire of her pelt into muted tones. 


Now, submerged beneath the oasis pool, the water here was so different from that cave. There, when she fell beneath the deep, it was so stunningly dark, all the light of the world falling away, leaving her in a place that was totally separate from her life, from the desert. Deaf, blind, and senseless to touch, floating in the middle of the gapping pool, it had a numbing effect. It took away the pain, the anger, the questions that came endlessly. Water had been the giver of life, as well as an escape for her. And yet here, here, it was so bright, crystal clear. Her eyes remained close for a time, dizzying as she plummeted through the surface, the powder soft sands below giving way to the deeper centre. She could feel the tickling flow of bubbles across her skin, tugging and pulling at the long tuff of her tail, the strands of her mane. It whirled around her body, a vortex at her daring plunge. Seconds ticked by, passing as the water settled, and her body, weightless, began to float back towards the surface. Only than, did she open her eyes. Here, in this water, it was bright, no touch of murk or shadow. The bubbles that trailed across her vision hung like diamonds in her sight, shining against the light of the sun shining down. The surface, a spiral of white waves, rippling across the picturesque view of the sky above. Blinking, feeling the slightest sting of the water across her eyes, she looked around, feeling the pull of the water over her throat, her neck. It was always an odd feeling, remaining untouched by the pull of gravity, her powerful legs turning from their purpose to run to pull her through the water. Massive paws, made to disperse her weight amongst the sand now acted as oars, her long torso shifting like an eel through the water. Lashing her tail, the long coil doing little to actually move her along, shifted effortlessly, slapping against the surface before trailing behind her, her body jettisoning through the water at a powerful kick of her hind legs.


It wasn’t a far swim down to the surface, the meters drifting away in quick succession with each kick, the female reaching out, claws reaching for something to tether herself to the ground. There was little in the manner of plantlike, the soft grass like greenery carpeting certain patches, their roots fragile and thread like. She managed to snag a pawful, drawing herself down the final spans, until all her toes touched down. From there, she took the time to merely take it all in. It was strange, the way everything seemed to curve, the sides of the pool curving upward, the arching effect the surface seemed to have. It was as she was trapped in a sphere, earth on one side, sky on the other, and water to fill it all up. It was such a strange place, here, where all the elements met, the suns light shining down, setting it all ablaze. Her mane floated like the grass at her feet, with no real rhyme or reason, dancing in soft sways, brushing against her neck, her shoulders. Here, where the wind couldn’t reach, the sand was absolutely still, crystallized, white, sparkling as stardust. It was only after that she remembered why she had come down, made the plunge, her eyes catching sight of the mirage of a tyrian overhead, peering into the water. She wandered what he was thinking, whether Eros found amusement in having others bend to his ridiculous requests. Snorting, her breath falling out in a cascade of bubbles against her nostrils, Tigerlily looked down, seeking out a shell that would meet the demands of Eros. If he wanted a pretty shell, she’d find the most exotic here amongst these white pearlescent slips. Most were white, some a soft pink, the usual finds amongst the sand. They were nice enough, but hardly the type that would draw the eye. Turning, her tail waving over her back like a balloon on a string, she continued her search, the gleaming sands spraying up in a curtain of transparent, sparkling lace. Unlike above water, the sand wasn’t irritating, almost silky to the touch. Snorting against, she pushed forward, passing through the veil, clenching her eyes shut. Opening them only once the strange sensation had passed, she found it. It was larger than the rest, spiraling around whereas the others whereas the others were flat. Cerith, blue and brown, a beautiful conch. Grinning, she surged forward, grasping the shell in her mouth and kicked back off the ground. The water broke as she reached the surface, shaking her head, droplets flying. Looking over, she cast a miffed look at the Tyrian. “Does this work?”

Fun in the Sun (pt. 4)
Featuring Tigerlily: Tigerlily 007
Word count: 1215
Prompt: Prompt 1 - You grab the nicest shell you see, a spiraling little thing, cerith, blue and brown in color. 
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