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Isopia thought we'd build a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake [HELLO FRIENDS REPLY AT YOUR LEISURE WE JUST THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE AWESOME. @Rude @Aquila @Zèklè ] "You were born here." Isopia noted, as she stood staring out at the ocean. The creature she was talking to, Hubris, sat on her withers, also staring out into the vast blue expanses. "Although ... you were ... expelled from a dragon at some point. Is that the date you were born, and the event that occurred here was merely your hatching?" Thought's whirled in the demi-Goddess' mind. How did one track the age of a shelled-creature? "What do you think?" Isopia turned her death-marked skull around to look at Hubris, who merely opened his mouth and then closed it again to indicate ignorance. Shrugging, Isopia returned her golden stare to the waves. Something about the vastness of it made her feel at home. The way her hooves disappeared into the sand, gently erased by the magic that flooded her veins, until she looked like a fixture of the earth itself. Which, in a way, she was. Her position on this earth was to provide balance. As she grew, she was in more and more of a position to do just that. Her red cape billowed outwards from her shoulders, affixed onto a golden pauldron. Another gift from her Father. That wasn't her only new accessory - on her hooves were shoes which prevented harm from befalling the life that scurried or grew under her hooves. It made her feel more centered and secure to know that her movements did not cause arbitrary death. Somehow that seemed fitting; apart from how it pertained to her lineage of course. |
