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you will remember me for centuries
And now it's down to her children to follow in her hoofprints. A heavy legacy for such young shoulders to carry.
Really? Do tell. The giant's gaze narrows for a moment, suspicious. He is no scholar, no expert at detecting lies - he doesn't know whether to believe the unicorn's wide-eyed innocence, or whether to look through it to the trickster below. But, he reasons, what is the harm in telling? It's not like it's a secret - anybody of a certain age knows of the World Eater and her deeds. The only things they perhaps don't know is that she has spawned twins, bastard-born demons conceived of war and lust with a destiny to destroy. And so what if the Basin finds out of his existence? He has not yet harmed them himself - chances are, the northern herd won't wish to reignite a feud that seems to have been dead for years.
"I am surprised you don't already know." He fixes his gaze on the unicorn, wishing that he were as intelligent as his twin, as sharp-minded and able to see the lies in others even as he weaves them himself. "Does the name Confutatis ring any bells?" He tilts his massive head, questioning, unwilling to speak further until he knows what Erebos knows.
@Erebos
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
