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01/16/12(Mon)18:04 No. 33320783 File1326755077.png -(262 KB, 512x438, 1320495685234.png ) need some help with >fanfiction does this seem too heavy handed or purple prosey? A great fire crackled and hissed in the dead of a moonless nightfall. the last red curtains of day were slowly being drawn back from the great stage of the sky, and stars only just began to appear. The wind blew from the south, bringing warm dry air to signal the summer months. The Great Storms would start soon. Two figures sat opposite each other around the fire. One an ancient but still quite functional paralus, the other, a velitor who was just about to live through his eighth stormy season. The mountainside outcropping which held the small camp aloft had stood this way for eons, and would for eons more. The elder held a massive tapestry over his shoulders, depicting the long history of Pangeus in small pictographs, worn to cracked lines from age. He held still, very still, the spirits were skittish this evening, he could feel it. Grains of sand slowly trickled and fell from between his claws, hours would pass before the grains would cease to flow. From his banana shaped horn of bone and flesh atop his head, long low notes blared. Sounds which lightly tickled the strings of time and space. Even now the fire danced lazily to his tune, swirling into faint geometric patterns most would dismiss as random smoke. The young velitor stared intently into the fire. focused, but barely containing his excitement. This was the first night the elder had invited him to the seeing pit. Barely two stormy season before, the elder had sat here to speak with the young one's soul form, and release the brand which lay buried just beneath his scales. Whatever was exchanged between the elder and spirit, the elder immediately took the velitor into apprenticeship. cont