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01-22-2017, 01:41 PM
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Isopia Does your imagination try to make you what you wanted to be? Because I'm sorry I do what I did, but it came naturally Isopia's heart labored in her chest as a cold sweat prickled just below the surface of her maroon and cream coat. She'd been skeptical of Kisamoa from the beginning, but she'd also been dutiful. Her Father didn't tell her everything .. he didn't even bother to tell her most things, and so she'd just assumed that .. Even her mental monologue couldn't continue the thought. She'd been wrong. Isopia's golden eyes looked to her father; weary and full of sorrowful anger. She'd never seen him like this before, though if she'd been alive to see her brother murdered, she'd recognize the deep lines on his face for what they were. Regret. He knew better. And deep down, so did she. Roskuld's anger, her triumphant and unfettered boisterousness prompted Isopia out of her normal stupor. She might have stood nonchalantly, just watching to see what would happen, trying to understand, but where had that gotten her? The only one who'd done a damn thing for her lately was her cousin, and bizarre as Ros's mannerisms and decisions might be, perhaps she knew more than she was letting on. "Your sister went on a murder spree." Isopia said, her voice level and low. "You allowed Gods to invade our world when you annexed their lands. And now this." The demigoddess's words were like stone, her eyes hard as a landslide. "You see far less than you profess, Father." She finished, wanting to snarl and snap out the words, but not knowing how. Instead she merely sounded condescending and aloof - all the things she was normally criticized of, but so what? All of Helovia had just built a monument to a God bent on destroying and infecting their world again, and her Father was saying that it would not abide? Kaos was right. It already had. The Earth God was too late. They all were. |
