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04-28-2017, 09:15 AM
She has taken to haunting this fetid realm since its master bequeathed her gifts, perhaps in servitude, or simply just in an obsessive way, as her thoughts often made her; such things are hard to perceive in such a mind as hers, but that there is one thought there. Kaos. Unlike the General, who also has given her gifts, that being pledged her more, and, also unlike the boy with the blue flesh, he was a God, undying and filled with a vast wealth of magic and power, the sorts that mortal children such as the roaned soldier could only dream of. Sure, he could offer her loyalty, had seem him offer her his life – but was what that worth, to her, who had infinite lives? Who had seen hundreds, thousands, felled by sword, by plague, by fire? It was without value, such a thing, but to the one who owned it. Such truth could be read on the expressions of the dumb sheep when their flock was pressed to the precipice, or when the wolf snapped at the lamb’s throat, narrowing grazing, instead of taking hold; they did not want to die. Not them, not she, not her God, unseen, an image of obsidian standing erect and unthwarted upon the horizon. She makes her way there, now, her sides swelling with other gifts she does not want. Occasionally, it writhes inside of her, like maggots within rotting flesh, and with a hind hoof, she strikes the rounding muscles of her belly, stunning the wretch into stillness. Currently, blessedly for the babe, it rests, still and slumbering, but, unfortunately for Zubari, her foul temper at this turn of events does not doze the afternoon away. Scowling at the obvious trinket upon the Altar, she, at first, wishes to condemn it, but, soon, finds herself bound by its shrine. Slinking up alongside the spotted boy, she narrows her eyes, inspecting the object, her nostrils curling draconically as she pulls in the faint, metallic smell which wreathes it. "You made this, for the Undying God?" she asks the boy, demands, looking up from his creation suddenly, with a strangely twisted neck and narrowed eye, "what forge exists here? Is it within your heart?" |
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@Zubari
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
