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Ever a presence here, especially since there were few other places to be, Beloved watches the rising of her God with her own laughter gaining in volume and rapidity, her new found kitten a new attachment upon the ridge of her shoulders, seemingly eternally playing with her pale hair, or sleeping. Dancing towards and away with excited leaps and dashes, she circles the orb, gnashes her teeth at those who dare leap forth to defile it, and cackles with black delight as they burst like fruits beneath the pressure of her master’s power. She does not need such beckoning to go where He wills; rather, she remains for the sight of it, for the arrival of his victory, which she had promised those who would listen. When the cheating Gods of Helovia pour from a hole in the sky to combat her Lord, the witch bellows her disgust of them, the malevolent sound becoming shrill, and frightened when they seem to overcome her master. "No!" she curses, a sharp call to fate, that she is unprepared for her kingdom to burn; not yet, not yet… It is but a momentary loss of Kaos’ black grip upon the world, though, and with a defiant rear as she watches her God rise from the restraints pressed upon him, she cheerfully squeals and giggles with joy. Now, now she moves to the portal, through the shimmering slip, hearing the Spark rupture into a thousand blinding lights, chased by the stardust and sand made of the others. Beloved was going home, home with her master… strength in numbers? I’m counting you like sheep. |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
