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̶F̶o̶r̶m̶e̶r̶ 8th Talon.

We are the sword in the shadows.
We are the bitter taste in the last cup.
We fly proudly over those who failed and fell.

We are House Arainai, and we are Antivan Crows.

( #darp account, 21+, casual to semi-serious.)
Another expected outcome. Perhaps I shouldn’t bother with these games, if they’re only going to tell me what I already know.
February 10, 2025 at 11:23 PM
*he says nothing, simply nods and smiles at an expected outcome*
February 6, 2025 at 11:43 PM
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@onceandfuturetalon.bsky.social (ooc: Alt text for clearer reading.)

Viago gave the box to the messenger with a grave expression. "Do not open it, and do not dare deliver it yourself. Pass it along to a local courier once you arrive and head back to Treviso at once. Is that clear?"+
January 30, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Villa Sole Nascente glows like a beacon from its place on the cliffs overlooking the Rialto bay. The dining hall, foyer, and front gardens have been fully restored, and though much work yet remains, the Talon of House Arainai has opened the villa’s doors to all under his wing to celebrate.

January 28, 2025 at 2:34 AM
The breezy night is cut through by a shrill but brief wail. A shadowy figure sprints across the rooftops, away from the source of the screams, as fast as their feet can carry them.

They do not look back. They do not falter. They do not stop even for a shaking breath until they reach a building…

January 26, 2025 at 2:25 AM
A letter from House Arainai arrives on the desk of the Fourth Talon. The Crow from House Garcya who delivered it into Carmen’s hands is notably absent for several days afterward.

Eyes from other houses report its contents back to their superiors, sharing suspicions of a cipher.

As expected.
January 22, 2025 at 4:45 AM
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[A single rather plain envelope, carrying a rather plain parchment found its way to @onceandfuturetalon.bsky.social baring the penmanship of the Third Talon but no other markers of where it came from.]
January 21, 2025 at 7:02 AM
The sounds of hammers, saws, and the grunting of workers fill the villa, floating through the open study door and up through the balcony overlooking Rialto Bay.

A cacophony of impending change, ringing in a new era of the Crows’ history.

He inhales the salt-sea air, afternotes of Antiva City’s …
January 19, 2025 at 1:30 AM
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A messenger crow departs Villa Dellamorte in the early morning, bearing an anklet scroll and a light wooden box.

It arrives intact to one Salvador Arainai, carried the rest of the way by a grim-faced servant who should not have looked in that box.

It was, after all, full of severed tongues.
January 18, 2025 at 6:07 PM
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[Alt text for clearer reading]

The parchment crinkled under the tight grasp of his gloved hands, a deep frown decorating his features.

Oh, Salvador…If you just knew. +
January 18, 2025 at 5:33 PM
⇀ ooc. Basic guidelines:

- MV / MS ✔️
- 21+ preferred – mun is 30+, muse is late 30s
- Villainous character!!
- Casual to semi-serious, laidback posting & replies
- Memes & shitposting will occur
- Saved Treviso or Minrathous
- DMs open to following & moots, pls be cool ✌️

( 🧵 1/2 #salvadorrules )
January 18, 2025 at 8:39 PM