Proconsul Diyrian "Diy" Grivna, Shadow Scion

Elder 1, Clan Arcona, Mercenary
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Total Fiction Activities
146
Regular Fiction
70379 words in 71 activities
Run-Ons
6593 words in 11 posts and 5 activities
Roleplaying
159220 words in 65 activities
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Competition
Heir to my Lineage
File submission
Closing_Time.docx
Competition
BLANK's Night Out
File submission
AGreenandPurpleTailChase.docx
Competition
AVD: Love Poem
Textual submission

Well,
I am going to warn you,
Fuzznut,
I don't know what I'm doing.

Atty
Suggested this was a thing
People
Do around this time?

Love,
That is what I feel for
You.
You are always on my mind.

I
Could go and describe the
Fuzzy
Feelings that take resident in my stomach.

Instead,
I might humor you with a
Detailed
Description of your assets.

But
I shall do neither
For
I gift you something else.

Look
Inside this card here.
Take
Care, it's only for you. <3

Competition
AVD: Angst Haiku
Textual submission

Deep fiery passion,
Inside eating at my will.
Entry to our deaths.

Over Galaxy,
Unity is broken, war
Rises and threatens

Lynch our lives from us,
Understand the safest thing,
Vanquish this bond...right?

Competition
AVD: Bad Touch
Submission
Proconsul Diyrian "Diy" Grivna opted out of publishing her submission.
Competition
[DC] Rogue One: Run-On
Textual submission

Manually added by Adept Marick Tyris

Competition
Aftermath: Week 1 Scene Writing 1
Textual submission

Tan-grey fingers glided over an array of digital button, entering various codes and commands into the control panel. Dark amber eyes darted up to focus on a small group of three moving silently within one of the top most floors of Level Delta, Phantom Complex. Zujenia watched as Edraven signaled to the pale figure of Bol’era and the hulking red Kaleesh a few meters ahead of the Umbaran.

A chime forewarned the Half-Ryn of the incoming holo-call before the blue light filled the room. The face was easily recognizable, the newly elected Voice and former Gate Keeper, Marick Arconae.

“ *Zujenia, how goes the training?* “

“The team will be prepared for any evacuation missions if needed. With Galeres’ aid in the battlefield--”

“ *Zujenia, I was talking about yours. Are you prepared?* “

The Gate Warden bit the inside of her cheek, her mind escaping her. She couldn't ignore the tightening sensation in her gut. Was she good enough to lead the battle team successfully against the forces of the Grand Master? Port Ol’val is one thing, Pravus is another. Who’s fate is she signing off on? A taste of copper drew her back to the Holo-Hapan, a faint downturn of the corner of his mouth was the only sign of his concern.

“I will do all that is in my power to not only succeed, but to ensure each member returns home safely.” Zujenia replied, amber eyes burning with determination