tadanokusuriuri (
tadanokusuriuri) wrote in
thefarshore2017-06-22 03:26 pm
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Date: July 28th
Posted by: Anonymous
The shortest nights have passed, but the heat of the summer draws near.
There are those who say that that the crossing to the Near Shore is narrow, on nights like these. When the mist and steam rise through the night, and campfires draw out the strange shadows of the forests, talk of ghosts and demons is never far...
Tell me.
What tales have you heard?
Posted by: Anonymous
The shortest nights have passed, but the heat of the summer draws near.
There are those who say that that the crossing to the Near Shore is narrow, on nights like these. When the mist and steam rise through the night, and campfires draw out the strange shadows of the forests, talk of ghosts and demons is never far...
Tell me.
What tales have you heard?

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Lashing out at perceived threats is nothing but letting instinct and fear rule you. It's far more dangerous than a little sting could ever be.
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Is this a little sting?
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If my existence now is as a shinki, to cling to some idea of a lost past and take it back by force would, by necessity, mean making a monster of myself. The gods aren't to blame for that reality.