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Alrighty, so I need to follow more FFXIV roleplay blogs.

Please reblog this if you’re one and don’t mind me following you! o7

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Chapter 1, Part 3.

I actually had a bit of trouble with this part of the chapter. I struggled a little in the beginning. I had to skip yesterday because I’m sick. I don’t feel better, I actually feel worse but I knew if I didn’t squeeze out a part I wouldn’t keep up as I should.  Regardless, I didn’t really struggle with that, as much I struggled with getting into the writing. I was very distracted and I think that’s because I was a little too anxious about this section. I knew where Synn wanted to take me but I was a bit worried about what people think. Well, I got through to myself and let it out. I did try to keep it a little PG-16. However that is definitely a second I do plan to later edit and work on. 

By the end I had to stop myself from writing and so it’s cut a little short. The amount of detail that I would to get into painting the next section takes time! 

Also, it’s 4am and I gotta work tomorrow! Ha! 

Also, I think my transition is pretty bad. 

BUT WE’RE OUR OWN WORST CRITIC. XD 

- Autumn

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Chapter 1, Part 3.

Her breath was labored, small strands of hair stuck to the back of her neck. Her lips were parted to expel those quick breathes and she found herself darting her gaze from shadow to shadow. There was the familiar sting against her cheek where she’d been kissed by a branch, leaving a gentle trail of blood to stare out against her pale skin. Though she acknowledged its presence, for it was one of many aches, and stings that embraced her body, the dragoness paid it no heed. It was obvious that something much more pressing held her attention. She froze, holding her breath in her lungs, as she listened. Eyes closed for a moment so that she could heighten her auditory.

The moment the crack resounded in the muted forest she was on the move. Much like a doe at the sound of something foreign. She knew that something was wrong – and her aim was to get as far from it as possibly. Only the fingers of danger clawed at the back of her neck this way. Gripping her to the point of pure flight. The bow was over her shoulder, the quiver held in place by the weapon. Her feet were carrying her faster and farther from the essence that sent her in a panic.

Or was it excitement that crawled down her spine? For once the hunter became the hunted and what a thrilling feeling it was. Her eyes were ablaze with that deep fire that burned at her core. In fact, if one listened you could hear her laughter trail within the wind. Like a forgotten melody. The Dragoness leapt from the ground, a single food colliding with the base of a thick oak. The echo of the impact resounded around her causing the pause in the creature pursing her. It was the opening that she needed. Her lithe body twisted in the air and she was landing behind the startled creature. However, it wasn’t the ground that was her aim. Her arms were never still as she moved, instead they had gently tugged the bow from her shoulders and it swung around the enemy’s neck. Using every bit of her weight she dropped her weight so that the wood would snag against his windpipe cutting off the air flow. This creature was about twice her size, making it easy for her small form to hide betwixt his shoulder blades. Large hands reached behind to grasp her from hold she had on it’s need for air.

Another laugh, another giggle, and she was no longer the woman that hung from his back, but instead she was a dragon, one that bent the trees within the forest. The loud sounds of cracking, thudding as she made the room for herself. The scene was twisting, turning darker by the second – as a once young, beautiful woman ran for her life was now a dragon devouring the pursuer. His bones crunched within her maw and she all but bathing her scales in the deep red of his blood. Like a faucet it splattered but it was thick with the creature’s tissue, and assorted insides.

The forest was quiet, all but the sounds of the Dragoness devouring her meal for the evening. No movement could be heard, no life to be sensed as the darkness crept from her like a fog dancing upon the ground. And why shouldn’t it? She’d been a part of it for so long, it was only natural that it became a part of her as well.

It was when the sun kissed the horizon that life seemed to return to the forest. No longer was there a dragon in its midst but instead a slumbering woman. Her lithe body was curled, and her skin stained from the blood that had seeped into the ground. Yet, there was a care to her, nor a moment to mind. Time was forever, and she was intent on just enjoying her freedom. This included naps after full bellies.

It was when the light of the moon peaked from the twilight that Synn found herself awakening. The forest was full alive in it’s night routine, the birds called gently in their last calls for the night and the crickets were all to be heard, and the lightening bugs casting their eerie glow amongst the trees. She lifted her chin to welcome the kiss of the night. It greeted her like a lover cupping her cheeks while petals pressed themselves to her lips.

Arms outstretched above her head and one could hear the faint echo of her joints popping. Possibly, changing forms so quickly – only to fall asleep – wasn’t exactly gentle on her joints. After a few moments of making sure that everything was in place as it should be she jumped to her feet. It was perhaps, ironic, that she always found herself in the forest. Yet, it was obvious that if she was to continue for her sake she needed to take a bath. Her nose lifted to the air, and she smelled the air for the river, a familiar spot of her lately.

A few moments later and her things were gathered, and she was making her way through the forest. Her hands caressed the leaves as she passed through the forest. Her feet careful to never crack a twig that laid in the underbrush. She was a part of the forest, and the forest welcomed her. The moon graced her with a light peaking through the trees as if to laugh with the Dragoness. Synn was grateful to her newest home. She’d always wanted to know what it was like to be a part of the wild and now that she was living it, it was near impossible to leave it.

So much had happened. She hardly realized it had been a decade since she saw them: her new ‘family’ if you would. Granted, her responsibility was to her contract. The rest was perhaps a different. Yet, how was one to know until the first step, away, was made? Too long Synn had been locked away, too long had she been abandoned. Desolate and locked with the only thing that had ever kept her company: her mind. How much it rambled and mocked her. She shook her head, causing the white tresses to slap against her cheeks.

“Stop.” She stated, out loud. Her voice sounded wrong against the night and everything paused for that breath to analyze the sound that had disturbed their peace. Once it was decided that it was indeed just a moment, and not a threat the forest was quick to resume it’s chatter.

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Chapter 1, Part 1&2

Blerbs! I figured I could write a little bit about myself and what not in these spots as I share my favorite art pieces from Final Fantasy and my character Synn. She’s been my best story so far. Mainly because it was all of my mistakes shaken off with the first story and put away.  I feel like I have more control over this story which is kinda hard to explain! Maybe for another day! Glad you got to meet Synn, though and I hope more find her story interesting! 

- Autumn

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Chapter 1, Part 2.

‘I have surpassed my current teacher in the ways of the Bow. I feel as th—’

There was a grumble from her lips as she tossed her pen and grumbled the paper before tossing it away just as she pushed up from the seat. Her bare feet carried her over to the window where she allowed dual optics to gaze into the early twilight. It wasn’t completely new to her that the idea of writing Freyr was getting harder and harder. Synn was realizing the difference in herself as she was growing upon this journey of living. There was a knot that was growing in the pit of her stomach. One that was once small but now it was growing – this need, this quest to become stronger. The more her hands turned red from those she ‘needed’ to slay the more she found herself tightening around that feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair just as she turned her back to the setting sun. She’d slept later than expected, but well the late start suited her. She was still slightly damp from the shower she’d taken before the failed letter, but it wasn��t enough to keep her from bundling the white strands behind her head in a neat little pony, with her braid down the side. It fit snuggling within the inside of her horns and she found she rather liked this mixture of who she was. The scales were beautiful as they glistened in the sun but were quickly covered by the black clothing she donned. The chapeau fit snug on her head just as she swung the bow onto her back.

The dragon realized she’d been running late and so dropped her coin on the desk, pushed open the oak of the inn window and hoped into the knight. Perhaps someone outside felt the push of her newly expanded wings as they directed her up – but she doubted anyone thought much more of it then a breeze.

She was above the clouds and her eyes were closed as she soared through the night. She had an agenda and it required shadows. Hence the sudden drop, and the woman’s heels clicked gracefully onto the stone edge she’d landed on. The snow painted a portrait behind her, as it blended with the strands that slipped from her chapeau. Her flesh gave a shiver for a moment before settling down once the band dispelled its magic. There was a light murmur from the voices below her perch. The sound of laughter echoing in the alleys from early turn ins from the establishments in the area. The soft lure of guard’s voices as they talked about their families, gripes about the area. A murmur from a late-night merchant as he attempted to continue his business before retiring to his home. It was quiet, though, at least to the Dragoness. It was obvious none was the wiser of her plan, nor of even her presence. Life was continuing gayly city. This caused the lightest smirk to curve the edges of her lips. Her orbs were quick to dart to each alleyway and every shadow, gauging the sounds as she surveyed the location of those below. Her breath was low, steady. She was focused and quick to not miss her moment. There was no mistaken the knowledge of the woman as she kept her focus cleared – she’d done her homework before the climax in her mission. She didn’t like cities after all, too unpredictable.

Lifting her arm, her fingers curled gently around the shaft just below the fletching. Her eyes never once left the streets below. She felt the familiar flutter of excitement in her chest, but instead pushed it away with a steadying breathe. The knock fit snug against the point and she lifted both arms, straightening her back she was able to see her target just as he stumbled into the alleyway. Her smile was not mistaken.

“Hey!”

There was a chill that ran its fingers down the back of her neck and she froze. How? She clenched her jaw and pulled back that arrow with bated breath. The voice had come from below, she could either panic, or align her sight. Was it even for her? People were scrambling below – but it didn’t seem to be in her direct. No, something else was going on. There was a slight growl in the back of her throat as she stood. Her gaze never left her target, nor had her arms ever waived in their hold before she pushed from the ground and let that arrow fly right to her target.

Synn didn’t need to watch the arrow, her legs were already carrying her across the snow-covered stone and yet her body landed each without a single jolt to her balance. There was a yell behind her, one of horror and fear and it was what confirmed the dragon that her target had been hit. She smirked and continued her trail down to the woods on the edge of the town. She couldn’t risk the night when so many were alarmed. Guards would be on the roof-tops soon and she’d be visible.

Yes, it was likely that the woods would be her best escape and she could hide within the trees for a moment as she put enough headway between. She was already over halfway with her mark as she formulated this plan. Her legs carrying her, the bow with a knocked arrow as she jumped the only sound would be the click of her boots as she ran flawlessly. She jumped, tucked the bow, and arrow and landed within the canopy of the forest.

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Chapter 1, Part 1.

It had taken her some time to adjust to the idea that she was free to go. Whenever she pleased and where-ever she pleased. In fact, it’s taken some rather aggressive force for the Dragon’s Contract to force her from the house. As it seemed, Sarai was rather enjoying the idea of being tethered to another of the opposite sex. Synn, however, was a little less willing to accept that fate as she’d only just begun her journey of freedom. Freyr, of course, had been supportive of the Dragon’s wishes. Yet still their paths needed to part for the moment due to his responsibilities with the family name. Synn, however, was a Dragon and didn’t believe in such. Though, perhaps that alone was ironic due to her bloodline.

Arms were outstretched to her sides and face lifted to the sky above. Wind kissed her gently tanned flesh and a smile tipped those pale lips. Synn was in her glory and she couldn’t deny her disregard to anything but this moment.

Within her travels Synn had become lost to the idea of who she was, and where she came from. What had happened to her family as – she seemed to be the last living elder but only due to being frozen in time. No one knew her name in this world of dragons, adventurers. She was able to meet with dragons and learn their ways and it was becoming quickly something she enjoyed.

Now, time passes differently in-between realms, planets, universes. So was Synn a slave to that reality of time and yet those letters she passed between her and her beloved she found that her desire to write was waning on a daily basis. Not that her heart didn’t care for that dark-haired man, but instead she’d become caught up in this life she was slowly building.

Such as it was, that the young Dragon was quick to forget about her contract, her life as a slave, as a prisoner and just enjoyed this experience of existing. The wind kissed her cheeks as she let her bottom fall back into the grass that she laid in. Orbs closed carefully, and she found that she was warm. A feeling, perhaps, that had for the longest been foreign to her. No responsibility, no demands. Just pure freedom.

It was something she found herself often able to indulge in this world. Though her might be tested here and there, naught more for her then the idea of laying in the sun. Finally, she had reached the euphoria of knowing that her life was her life. How very liberating?

Leaning up on her hands, slowly those dual orbs blinked themselves open. Pupils widened in the light and a small smile erupted over her lips. Finally, her legs stretched out and she was pushing herself up, hands tapping before she swung an arm over her shoulder, the other coming to grasp gently against her bicep causing the muscles to stretch.

“Okay! Break time over.” Bending at the waist her fingers gripped around the wood of the bow, and leather strap of her quiver. Swing them both over her shoulder the Dragoness set herself to her skills so that her strength may grow.

Using a bow and arrow was different for the woman, but she couldn’t help but appreciate the allure of it. For now, her magic was taking a step back as she just enjoyed the vacation of her need to be upon the front lines. Trying, something new in her leisure time. Knocking her arrow, she stretched her shoulders back, squeezing those muscles of her back and aiming a ways. Dinner wasn’t going to catch itself after all.

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Chapter 1.��

Coming soon.