He was not sure what he expected to come from this visit, so when the voice seemingly came from the mists surrounded and spoke to him, he became hyperaware of this moment. The goddess seems to cast aside his praise, and he was glad for Miseal was no worshiper, his religion was himself and women, and it had been successful this far. A body forms then, and the lilac skin of the Moon gathered before golden orbs. He is consumed by her presence, the demands and power in her aurora luring his head to lower in a respectful dip, a gesture that is rare for the chromed. He has yet to quite realize the importance of this meeting, of this mare. He does not know the gods, does not know the power they can weld with hoof and thought. He knows now.
M I S A E L A storm is coming, and it is conjured by my hand |
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Pursuit of Happiness[Moony] - by Misael - 02-08-2016, 12:39 PM
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