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11-03-2015, 11:27 AM
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Death and destruction waved as a flag over the claiming of new land, black robes stuck on a stick over bones of gods and their own alike. He couldn't say he was too torn up about it, honestly. Maybe that made him an asshole, but he had been called much worse. The world was real when there were consequences to such bold destruction their gods had wrought on other lands, but he was glad they had a bigger, better nation because of it. He wasn't some wilting flower, cowering at the thought of violence. The strong would survive and take over. It was the way of things So he swam the channel and returned to the World's Edge, still finding it strange that he was back here after all these years. This was their home. This was the land they lost so long ago when he, Mauja, Deimos and d'Artagnan stood as one against the forces of Mirage and her group of 'peaceful' pricks. He snorted audibly, angered by his thoughts and the hypocrisy of the Dragonbitch and her actions. She claimed so much yet proved so little and still the rest of Helovia seemed to flock behind her as if she was righteous. They wandered the wasteland of snow for so long only to get the Basin as a consolation prize. Too cold for his blood. The World's Edge was finally theirs again, and much to his surprise, Deimos didn't want to go rule their old home. That, and he made the golden prince of lies king so he could yell some more at everyone. Reasons stacked on reasons for him being here now, but he was enjoying the change. At least down here it was warm and insulated with the trees, and he held no ill will against the moon goddess. His cousin lived here as well, so the choice was easier to make than he thought. Ulrik leaned casually against a tree, yawning a bit as he curled his lion tail around his long legs. The fluff along his chest and neck were still dripping, but his beard was mostly dry by now. He was sleepy, and he closed one eye, a single bronze orb watching the dark places of the forest for strangers. He was not a good man. Eventually someone would figure that out. |
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