Yunarai

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• Welcome!

  
  This is the RPR website for the character Yunarai; she has come a very long way since being Cenobia. The new name marks a new Era of role-play for the character, and also braces the fact that she does indeed have a new role-player. I am no stranger to the persona however, as a relative to Cenobia's old role-player I am familiar to her ideals and structure. But to support my ground, some key points in her story have being put into place to help me break in her persona more accurately, and hopefully leave my own mark on a beautiful character.
  
  Introduction aside, please enjoy your day and feel free to sign the guest book, or whisper me if you're feeling bold for a role-play with Yunarai or any other of my characters! I don't bite. ^_^
  

• The Sum Of All Fears

  • How did I get here?

    What could have being an typical day, for nothing seemed out of place; the weather, perpetually changing, sent clouds of blue and of purple flying over the land. And if I had slept ten minutes later or had taken it upon myself to exercise more caution, I could still be living the lie I used to call my perfect life with my family.
    
    I think I remember that day well, save for when it happened and how it brought me here; it was the last time I saw my husband and my new born. He had a tiny teardrop of raspberry jam in the chocolate hairs of his goatee. We'd just shared cappuccinos he'd made in the ridiculously expensive machine I'd bought on a whim three weeks earlier, and croissants he'd picked up on his way in from his five-mile run, the irony lost on him. His lean, hard body was a machine, never gaining weight. Unlike me; the very aroma of baked goods and my thighs start to expand...
    
    They were warm, the croissants. And as I tried to resist, he sliced them open and slathered them with butter, then jam on top of that, left one eviscerated and gooey, waiting on the white plate. I fought the internal battle and lost, finally reaching for it. It was perfect—flaky, melty, salty, sweet. And then— gone…
    
    I cannot help but falter, how do I know I am not dreaming the scenario? The line between reality and speculation are thinner than cobwebs...
    
    Snow's falling; Prague looks beautiful in the snow... When I look up, the sky is like chilled gunmetal and the grey stones beneath me are already disappearing under a blanket of white. There's a frigid hush over the square. Shops are closed; chairs perched upside down on café tables. In the distance I can hear church bells. A strong wind is blowing, and now has caught some stray papers that dance past me. The morning would be beautiful in its blustery quiet if I weren't in so much pain—if I weren't so cold.
    
    The side of my body that rested against the ground is now stiff and numb. With difficulty, sore muscles protesting, I managed to sit up. I used the back of a park bench to pull myself to my feet. How long have I been lying on the freezing stone, in the middle of this empty square? How did I get here?

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