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We build cathedrals to our pain
Establish monuments to attain The guy was a fucking God; could he not summon the whole of Helovia to the ship himself, instead of sending those who had come on their own off like little drones to round up the stragglers? It was no task that Crowley wanted to pursue or put up with, to say the less, for maybe those who were left deserved to be wiped out like the lands, and the population might be better off without those who weren't bright enough to catch to where everyone else had gone off to... But he had gone anyway with Talbot padding along at his side, beckoning the strange, pale-eyed mare to join him in warning the still clueless, worthless souls that their pathetic lives would soon be over if they didn't heed their warning. The stallion hadn't wandered far, though, moving off only to the horizon and no further. After all, his partner appeared to be with child, and he had the inkling of a feeling that he would never hear the end of it if they ventured too far. "Listen up, maggots!" The brindle called out in the loudest voice he could muster, standing atop a gently rolling hill to better see and be seen, "A great flood is coming to cleanse this place of filth like you all." Simple and to the point, nothing more, and nothing less. And more importantly, the truth. "So, unless you're a goddamned fish, I would advise you follow us." "Talk talk talk" @[Histe] Freedom from all of the scars and the sins
Lest we drown in the darkness within |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
