The longer I run

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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

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05-02-2017, 03:04 PM (This post was last modified: 05-02-2017, 03:05 PM by Isopia.)

Isopia
barefoot on a summer's night

Nine

The number is so staggering that it leaves her breathless, and a bittervoice in her mind wants to suggest that his title should be changed to sperm sprinkler or I'll show you how fertile I am. Spit dries up in her throat, but she forces her quad-horned skull to nod easily and carelessly, like oh, nine. Of course. Nine, that's not many at all. Nine, that's hardly even an army. Nine is nothing. Nine is... She forces herself to stop. Or rather, it is the name of their son on his lips that ceases her mental rant.

"Good." She agrees, allowing the warmth from his body to console the coldness creeping through her bones.

"My Father knows that he is buried here ... I think even though he has left the Falls, he won't let anything disturb this grave. Though I do check on it every now and then." She looks down at the small figurine, smiling almost sadly, wishing that the Volterra-counterpart was there as well.

"I should go. As Seer of the Edge, I plan to speak with the Goddess tonight about Kaos ... if I learn anything, I"ll tell you. But I should return back to the cliffs before it gets too dark." Isopia can't offer a goodbye. It feels to final and formal. So instead she reaches out her nose to gently bump his shoulder, as she has seen friends do to one another. It feels contrived, but even so, she relishes the feeling of his solid shoulder against her, if only for a moment.

Figured that be a good ending? <3