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11-02-2016, 05:58 AM
Past the museum of death
And the mad man yelling answers
I sail on new beginnings
And psychics taking chances
And the mad man yelling answers
I sail on new beginnings
And psychics taking chances
Before, Sacre hadn’t trusted the sea creature enough to immerse himself in water on just his word, it was almost like being told to jump off a cliff and sprout wings. Yet, Kisamoa hadn’t tricked and drowned those who did dare to take the plunge and so Sacre stood, feeling slightly like a over-cautious fool, wondering what was going to happen now. What the fox-boy didn’t expect was the appearance of the Moon, the deity of the Worlds Edge and his half-brother’s mother. Looking at her now, in all her Godly aura, now knowing what he did, he wondered how on earth his father had managed to tempt a Goddess. Or maybe, most-likely, it was the other way around. Thinking of Mesec, he searched for him briefly in the gathering crowd and found him near the towering Czarina, whom he had never met, and thought about edging closer to him but stayed where he was, somewhere on the outer rim of the group, not wanting to interrupt the increasing family around them. He might be a half brother to a demi-god, but there was not a drop of Gods blood in him. Though there was one who appeared, a young hybrid who looked like the night sky, shouting Grandmama at the Moon and it took a moment for Sacre to put two and two together, his jaw dropping when he did.
Mesec had a daughter?
Did that make him an Uncle?
“Veeeeper?” “Vezzpurr?” a rather convoluted version of her name echoed around his head as Inari and Ríona peered from around his shoulders whilst Sacre smiled blissfully at the thought of being an Uncle. However, it wasn’t quite the right moment to be doing random introductions to family members he didn’t even know he had as surely Kisamoa and the Goddess were here for a reason.
The fox-boy stood, somewhere within the gathered crowd, curiously waiting to see what the plan was now.
Mesec had a daughter?
Did that make him an Uncle?
“Veeeeper?” “Vezzpurr?” a rather convoluted version of her name echoed around his head as Inari and Ríona peered from around his shoulders whilst Sacre smiled blissfully at the thought of being an Uncle. However, it wasn’t quite the right moment to be doing random introductions to family members he didn’t even know he had as surely Kisamoa and the Goddess were here for a reason.
The fox-boy stood, somewhere within the gathered crowd, curiously waiting to see what the plan was now.
Doesn't stand near anyone in particular, briefly mentions Mesec and Vesper
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!
