Stained Glass :: DARK/WIND QUEST DROP.

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[DROP] Stained Glass :: DARK/WIND QUEST DROP.

Torleik the Bloodskald Posts: 354

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT

Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger RedGod

#18

11-13-2014, 08:07 PM

I hold you in like a deep breath

Torleik felt a thrill as the Moon Goddess addressed him, querying why he lived in the land of ice and grumpy gods. Did she mean the God of Time? Torleik only knew him as the god that had impregnated the woman he currently held...rather intense feelings for, and his jealousy flared at this thought. "Hm." One word to disclose his thoughts, and nothing more. What could he say? There were many reasons. It was the only place that had wanted him. He had family there. The woman he wanted was there, now. The Basin herd had given him a place in their hierarchy.

The rabicano found some satisfaction at the goddess' rebuke of Oxy's stinging words, feeling little need to do much else other than watch as he was flung into a tree for his troubles. A demand was sent out soon after, to state what each of them was there for in one word.

How could he distill everything he felt and wanted into one word?

The Bloodskald shifted on his feet, watching the ground ice over and then thaw out again. What did he want? Why was he here? What would fulfill him? The rabicano mulled over the answer silently ignoring whatever everyone else had spoken, finding no reason to listen to their musings. They were not him; they did not have his desires, his needs, the same holes in their soul. None of the others had been through what he'd gone through. None of their lives were just like his.

Finally, he lifted his glacial eyes and for the first time, looked the Goddess of the Moon in her slender, beautiful face. Her lilac coloring was soft to his eyes, her form alluring and desirable. Pale eyes stared back at him and Torleik felt his body stirred. She was a goddess - of course she was tempting, but that was not of consequence right now. Right now, he needed to know...why was he here? "Purpose."

"talk talk talk"

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WC: 330 | Summary: Torleik's word/desire is purpose.