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01-22-2017, 08:56 PM
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Isopia When the water spills, the glass will break It drips like tears, running up your face [Set like a week after Kaos thread + HF going away] @Tembovu It was interesting, being homeless. Initially, Isopia thought she would take to it. She had always more or less rebelled against the obligations and responsibilities that herd life had presented to her. As a Storyteller for the Falls, she used her rank magic for personal gain and almost never completed her seasonal summons. Or at least, when she did, her Father mostly wanted to talk about personal matters such that it didn't really benefit the herd. As a leader, well .. she did make an effort, but all she really succeeded in doing was being the first leader in history to have a God turn down a herd quest, and start a feud between her herd and arguably the most powerful other herd, and all of this completely unknowingly! She and Aly had reconciled and all was seemingly forgotten and in the past, but it was worth mentioning that her track record with completing tasks was not spotless. In fact, the only duties she'd ever diligently performed were the warrior seasonal spars, and yet she'd never even been a warrior. So really, being an outcast should have suited her. But .. it didn't. She felt restless. Listless. With her memories of the child that she had murdered erased from her memory, there was nothing to tie her to the Hidden Falls anything. Sure, she'd built herself a hut and a hot-tub there, but those were just physical objects. She could build them again - anywhere in fact. "So...where to?" She asked Hubris, glancing towards the bronze who was currently sitting in the middle of the meadow, picking flower petals from their stems. |
