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The early evening wind rustled through Ragenard’s hair as he revved his Perrault to full throttle, even though the upcoming traffic light had already been yellow by the time he’d rounded the corner a quarter mile back. The day had been a mixed bag. First his “conversation” with Rhetta—nothing...

Understanding Motorcycle Club Cuts, Patches, and Regalia Motorcycle clubs (MCs) have a rich history and unique culture that is often represented through their distinctive attire, particularly their cuts (vests) and patches. Motorcycle club attire is more than just clothing; it is a powerful...

“You want him break, break outside!” shouted a heavily accented voice from the backroom located behind the kitchen. The voice was old, sweet, and clearly exceedingly amused. The latter was obvious as a laugh resounded through the coffee shop, filled with the gravel of a lifelong smoker. It was...

The sound of a newspaper rustling hit Ragenard's hearing with the same frequency of a pendulum’s swing. He began counting his breaths; five in, five out. He didn’t bother with any visualization; that wasn’t how he worked. The faint buzzing and thrumming of his blood vessels as they rendered the...

Hello Asyriel and welcome to Storytellers' circle! Being pretty flexible with themes and genres despite having a comfort zone for one is the most important part to roleplaying or collaborative writing in my opinion, and I think you're in good company here! Don't hesitate to chat some more in...

19 is a powerful number, an almost Lucky number for some.

May XX, 2024 @ Aimee’s apartment prior to her return from “camping”. "What the fuck does it even mean that we can’t do anything we want," Lucas groused for the fourteenth time that morning, as he set the butane torch to the glass once again. You’d think enough pure hash to calm an elephant...

♫Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness, After entertaining more second chances than Velma's glasses, From a person, place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend, You could always run the red, or break the glass or jump the fence, yeah♫

Ragenard's eyes narrowed to slits as he weathered Skye's tirade. He easily rode the wave of admonitions away by letting go of his anger and embracing the one situation he had mastered the art of zen in; How to tune out an Iverian woman once her flame was up. This should have been easy. He had...

Just my fucking luck, nowhere to turn off, Ragenard thought to himself as the breeze shifted. He'd been having a relaxing patrol for once this week, too. The weather was just right for riding around on his oversized Perrault-Phantom custom chopper, nothing between him and the wind but a...

Ragenard awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to another as he beheld Xandre's emotional display at the recognition he'd earned. Good thing the little man seemed so sincerely into it because it gave Ragenard the space he needed to make sure he didn't crack so much as a smirk. It wasn't that...

Name: Cathal Mac Dathúil aka 'Papa Mac' Race: Human (Druid) Age: 317 Nationality:Iverian Affiliation: Patriarch of the Verdant Mantle Cartel Height: 5'8" (176 cm) Weight:160 Lbs (72 Kg) Cathal Mac Dathúil leads the Verdant Mantle, an international cartel that specializes in arms smuggling...

As written by @Dashmiel & @Cowpoke Cale As Nadel waited, she couldn’t help but appreciate the full frontal assault occurring on her various senses. Years of seeing the same faces and smelling the same places had made them complacent, and she smiled against the wind that had begun to kick up and...

Ragenard held his hard gaze over Xandre for a good ten seconds longer, just in case there were any stray pills to shame out of him. Once he was satisfied that the impish bastard wasn't going to pull a toddler stunt on him, he turned his gaze to the bags of pills. Each one contained color...

"That's what I like about you the most Xandre, you're too stubborn to let the world giving a fuck about you bother you. Of course you broke in," Ragenard muttered as his phone buzzed the first notification. Ragenard placed the phone he had been tinkering with on his desk, and grabbed is own...

Ragenard had to crane his neck down even from a sitting position in order to keep Xandre in view. So he didn't as poke back to the enjoying the air conditioning comment. "Yeah there's more than meets the eye with her," Ragenard agreed with a nod. He turned the smartphone in his hands on and...

It was almost always just on the cusp of twilight when Ragenard's headaches presented themselves. He grimaced away the literal pain and had a rueful mental laugh at the crossover of the temporal quirk with his figurative headaches as he tracked Xandre's return to the rail-yard compound on the...

It was a balmy and uneventful Lutetian early evening. The clock hadn’t quite struck 19:00, and the day’s heat was finally starting to relinquish its hold as the last rays of sunlight began their final descent behind the horizon in the car’s rear view mirror. A particularly forgotten bit of...

♫ I'll always come through; Don't waste your breath shouting ever at the moon. No, it will feel like; if the sunlight came up too quick too soon.♫

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