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12-01-2012, 05:53 PM
Azzaron's ears rang as a bird sang the most lovely tune. He wanted that bird to burn to suffer. Then it did. Azzaron heard the Sun God, and was ready. "Ashes within my lungs?"He spoke, this wouldn't be too hard. Azzaron grinned."Go right ahead. This magic is my heart's desire."Azzaron wanted it so badly. He did not care for his body to be in pain. He could hopefully live. So he thought anyway. Such an arrogant fool he was. He was prepared to risk his life in order to get his magic. His wish, his desire. He grinned. This was what he wanted, what he desired. He wanted it. And it was so close yet so far.
Azzaron waited for the God to allow him to go on his way with burning hocks and ash in his lungs. Azzaron braced himself for whatever would come from the flaming god next.
OOC: Will the burns become permanent once he is granted his magic or will they go away?
WC: 153
Azzaron waited for the God to allow him to go on his way with burning hocks and ash in his lungs. Azzaron braced himself for whatever would come from the flaming god next.
OOC: Will the burns become permanent once he is granted his magic or will they go away?
WC: 153
"When you grow old, you will die and rot on the ground,
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
