07-04-2018, 06:28 PM
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And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,
with the corpses of stars,
Ears - pointed unlike many a big cats - twitched and the giant feline-sequel creature dipped his head with a slight smile to Suiteheart - intriguing name, were there more named such? He'd never met someone named for a supposed term of endearment almost, save perhaps for beating it as a last name, hm.
He waved away her concern "fear not, I'm simply a tad singed around the edges but I will be fine" - he'd suffered much worse after all - "Ascendants? Interesting name" and almost a sign, that's what they had called themselves after all, with no other word seemed fitting, Anzarel, ascendant order, opposite to chaos, he was leery of omens and prophecy but given he often had such I'll dreams, this coincidence seemed rather far from it - glancing around as she explained he hummed though he was interested in that last thought "often you say?" was that how his nephew and great nephew - for There was no mistaking the aura's of those souls, each of his family carried a distinct one, usually resonating with their embodiment - had come to be here? It would explain it - all three of them had died rather violently but unlike the others deceased, perhaps the common factor was one none of them would wish to have with such a thing.
Anzarel pushed that away to worry over later - for all intents and purposes this was a new start.
And well,
"Anzarel, Anzarel Grimm" the last name might be recognisable if anyone had run across his family, perhaps, perhaps - now "as for the second - well I fell here, there were circumstances that drew my attention to your world - namely the last connections I seem to have - but outside of that, I've no real solid plans" he seemed to trail off, troubled.
What were his plans past keeping in touch with what little family was here?
After nigh on centuries of co leading an empire spanning stars and galaxies before the collapse and then the non stop string of disasters and tragedies befalling them that had occupied every waking moment,
It was almost odd to find that he had a seeming abundance of time on his hands following his course of action to fall here.
He'd led an empire and wound up betrayed and a prisoner to another's will before the end, only to die a martyr - in all his life he'd had a cut goal and a clear vision.
So what now,
"...it seems I have no purpose" he murmured seeming so much older than looks would belie - and more tinged melancholic, only blinking and coming back to himself when another joined them and the God inclined his head, seemed Bast was not one for words - or perhaps his fellow had already asked what was prudent.
[sub]ASCENDANTS - RANK - TAGS - EXTREME - HELLION REF (9FT)[W]isker[/sub]He waved away her concern "fear not, I'm simply a tad singed around the edges but I will be fine" - he'd suffered much worse after all - "Ascendants? Interesting name" and almost a sign, that's what they had called themselves after all, with no other word seemed fitting, Anzarel, ascendant order, opposite to chaos, he was leery of omens and prophecy but given he often had such I'll dreams, this coincidence seemed rather far from it - glancing around as she explained he hummed though he was interested in that last thought "often you say?" was that how his nephew and great nephew - for There was no mistaking the aura's of those souls, each of his family carried a distinct one, usually resonating with their embodiment - had come to be here? It would explain it - all three of them had died rather violently but unlike the others deceased, perhaps the common factor was one none of them would wish to have with such a thing.
Anzarel pushed that away to worry over later - for all intents and purposes this was a new start.
And well,
"Anzarel, Anzarel Grimm" the last name might be recognisable if anyone had run across his family, perhaps, perhaps - now "as for the second - well I fell here, there were circumstances that drew my attention to your world - namely the last connections I seem to have - but outside of that, I've no real solid plans" he seemed to trail off, troubled.
What were his plans past keeping in touch with what little family was here?
After nigh on centuries of co leading an empire spanning stars and galaxies before the collapse and then the non stop string of disasters and tragedies befalling them that had occupied every waking moment,
It was almost odd to find that he had a seeming abundance of time on his hands following his course of action to fall here.
He'd led an empire and wound up betrayed and a prisoner to another's will before the end, only to die a martyr - in all his life he'd had a cut goal and a clear vision.
So what now,
"...it seems I have no purpose" he murmured seeming so much older than looks would belie - and more tinged melancholic, only blinking and coming back to himself when another joined them and the God inclined his head, seemed Bast was not one for words - or perhaps his fellow had already asked what was prudent.
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