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01-19-2017, 12:48 PM
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Isopia in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised Continued after this thread. @Adria It seemed so strange that Virgil was dead, and she was standing with only a few injuries. Already the healing magic in her blood had eased the pain in her eye, and she could open it now without tears oozing from it. Her vision was still blurry on the left side, but she could already tell that there would be no permanent damage. Hubris still had his hand on the stallion's flank, and appeared to be ignoring Isopia. The demi-goddess, not necessarily one for understanding the emotions of others, especially complex ones, was already doing her best to compartmentalize this situation. "I could make him a grave here.." She offered, as if needing to win back the dragon's approval or make up for something. Though Isopia did not know what, she could sense the disappointment coming from the bronze in spades. "Or we could put him in the lava so that becomes dust ... or into the sea.." Her voice trailed off, entirely unsure what standard it was she was trying to meet. |
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