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ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge. All around her, the girl heard grunts and seemingly pleasurable sounds issued from the lips of those who attacked the crocodile. It occurred to her just then, that some might be participating out of some base hedonistic instinct, rather than a desire to protect those around them, to defend their land, or like Aithiniel, to deliver justice. As she too landed once the beast had been killed by her older cousin, and her (uncle? one removed? relative) landed and began to speak. Isopia chewed her lower lip as she began to consider what that meant, that pleasure could be derived from hurting (and in this case, killing) others. She wasn't one to jump to conclusions or to judge quickly, but certainly something about the way it initially presented to her mind seemed abrasive.
It was then that she noticed a small vile of the crocodile's blood had been rolled to her hooves. This was certainly nothing like the trinket her father had given her that cast a warm glowing light. This was something darker, a reminder of what had occurred today. Still, the demi-god picked it up with care and tucked it behind her wing.
The Sun God declared that they had done well, that the reign of terror was over, and that all was safe. Hadn't he said that only a few days ago, in nearly this very spot? Reflectively, the girl flicked her tail. Her gaze hadn't roamed towards Volterra, and yet she knew exactly where he stood. Somehow it settled her to know that he was near - especially now that she could see him with a normalized vision. Part of her wanted to see the patterns of heat as the rolled and swelled through his body - if only to see how his body regulated itself - but she had to admit it was nice not having black goo dripping from her eyes, ears, and nose.
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SWP :: You thought it was over? So did I. (CONCLUSION)
