SWP :: Gods do die

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SWP :: Gods do die

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

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#45

08-24-2015, 09:29 AM

Cold eyes lay still in their karkass as they fed themselves with the chaos of the moment. Magic was thrown from every corner; sparked by bloodthirst.

Shattered souls.

Filth.

It was almost as if she could smell the stench of these darkened souls; the foulthy, the ill. The Bear was only a creation of those that had betrayed him.

She watched them (her own) fight. She watched those with their souls shattered fight, as well. And she wondered why some appeared to do so against their own. Broken Ones had turned their backs against their own Holy and fought for Helovia, led by their sick minds. How could they not also swing the ax for him — Drink his toxic drool as they waded through their own kin's’ blood? The Bear God?

As she stood still in her pondering state within the cozy framing of the crimson leaves, she wondered: Why? Why would one go against their own God: Shepherd of mortal but ignorant (colorful and sparkly) sheep?

For; the reason Bear God was ill was obvious. She had studied the wall of History and it had taught her how Gods should be worshipped. They existed for us. Knowing that, it must be so that the Ill God had not been prayed upon, whispered to, spoken of — had not had the support of his following. And, along with the filthy stench, the wrapping of her mind made her realize that these creatures, these colourful souls, shattered by dust… Those who had come, colorful but broken in soul; they would corrupt also this world (her God) if they would be allowed to live amongst them and release their toxic fumes into their Helovian air.

The faith of the world will tumble and fall in the grasp of those unknowing.
Choose a side...?

Her mind went blank for as long as it took for his words to fade away.

She would never scratch, wound or kill a God, for if she did it would call doom upon her until the bells stopped singing and the forevermore ended.

—Not by her claws, for if it really proved to be sick and lost it would die either way.

She watched them fight and some fall to the bloody waters. But the one that really stood helpless was she, for she could not prevent the virus to enter the veins of her land.

And watching, she could not help herself to eventually run towards the little ones, the young Helovians, shielding them, protecting them— hopefully, for she protected them against what would perhaps, one day, destroy them all either way.
As she was cursed, too, for her instincts told her it was not yet lost, after all (as long as she had faith).

Talking
Sorry that I'm not fully participating as much as I could ;A; no time for any more words.
If you have a young Helovian feel free to powerplay Maren to shield/protect you c:

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