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  • CAN'T SLOW DOWN, CAN'T HOLD BACK {open, archery training, au}

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    A bit unlike the others, Levana happened to know a lot about archery. Though she was not good at physical hand-to-hand combat, she could kill in one shot with a bow. Not that she ever had, though. "Jocelyn! Can I try? I want to show you. I'm not that good at explaining."
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  • we are like young volcanoes | PRIVATE + LINK

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    / yeah, I'll do that! And by the way, I think there's a prom going on that Westeros got invited to ;3 it'll probably be a separate open thread.


    "Humans. I got my conjuring and I remembered the taste of the icing so I conjured one up!" She grinned, looking proud.
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  • blood runs cold | OPEN + RESCUE RALLY

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    It had been almost a week, and Link as well as a few other Westerosi were being held captive in The Exiles. After thinking of a plan, Levana had decided to get a patrol to break them out. She stalked into camp, looking prouder than usual.


    "As some of you might know, some of our Clanmates have been captured by The Exiles. They are probably being tortured as we speak. And I'm done waiting to see if they can return on their own. Who will join me in breaking into their camp? One group of people with multiple possessions will possess some of their own cats and break them out. Another group will fight and distract them. Who's with me?" She yowled.
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  • CAN'T SLOW DOWN, CAN'T HOLD BACK {open, archery training, au}

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    The bow was a bit larger than she was used to; but she figured she could try anyway. She drew an arrow, feeling the weight in her small hand. Lighter than normal. She would aim low. Levana stood sideways, spread her feet a few inches apart, and turned her torso towards the target. She loosed the arrow and drew back the string, aiming it a bit low in relation to the center of the target. She closed one eye and forced herself to stop shaking. At the second when it aimed right, she let go.


    The arrow soared through the air. The light weight let it be picked up, making it go higher than where she aimed. It hit in the center, but had gone a bit far to the left. She had forgotten to calculate for the slight breeze. It wasn't a flawless shot but it was still a good one. She turned around, smiling and slightly out of breath. "If that looked too complicated I can walk you through it."
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  • we are like young volcanoes | PRIVATE + LINK

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    "Oh, I'll stay, then. And you stop that. Of course I'm not letting you sleep on the floor," She said, quickly conjuring up a few blankets and pillows. "Conjuring is a great power." She giggled.
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  • we are like young volcanoes | PRIVATE + LINK

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    "No. I refuse." Levana countered, stubbornly flicking her ears. A slight smirk remained on her face, probpving that she was not mad. "If you must have it your way, then we'll compromise. We'll both sleep on the bed." She stated, not realizing it would probably get her into an extremely awkward situation when we finally thought about it.
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  • we are like young volcanoes | PRIVATE + LINK

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    Levana quickly realized, flattening her ears, blushing, and her eyes darting away. "Um..." She trailed, staring at her paws in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I should just go home. I made this awkward." She gave a face paw and let out a sigh.
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  • we are like young volcanoes | PRIVATE + LINK

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    "Well, uh... Just stay here. If you go in the barn it'll be like I'm not even here." She said, conjuring up a few more pillows, her tortie point ears still flattened. "There. As long as you're comfortable I won't bug you about this anymore."
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  • blood runs cold | OPEN + RESCUE RALLY

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    "Alright. Which of you will free them and which of you will fight?" Levana asked. Her roleplayer would probably make the raid thread tomorrow morning.
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