07-22-2018, 01:39 PM
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And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,
with the corpses of stars,
it was a cruel world that hurt children and left them bereft.
He and his kin in their rule had always sought to make sure their dominion was safe for those lost - where homes could be found, or if not, they in their long lives would foster them for a time until there was when they could be spared from the front lines with their people,
Sadly that had never been often in that almost never ending conflict - and far too many a tragedy had left too many a young despairing youth in its wake.
Anzarel for all that some might call him cold and others had sneered the title of executioner at him - they could never understand the burden he took up willingly, he would spare his sister their scorn if only to bear it upon his shoulders, a self proclaimed atlas that they all were in their own ways - Anzarel like many of the grimms had a very large soft spot for children.
And often given their lifespan that extended to most mortal's in truth - but it always hurt them to get close only to know they'd one day watch them fade.
Mortal's burnt so brightly and brilliantly, but all fires faded and died.
Anzarel came upon the two with an old sadness in his eyes, the ancient entity shaking his head silently with a look to Gabriel "we should get him settled - I can double back to get a room ready - and find a medic for him" he'd seen too many like this child, he'd seen his eldest nephew like this child once - haunted and exhausted back from his ordeal.
If he could help, he would do his best.
[sub]ASCENDANTS - STARSTRUCK GUARDIAN - TAGS - EXTREME - HELLION REF (9FT)[W]isker[/sub]He and his kin in their rule had always sought to make sure their dominion was safe for those lost - where homes could be found, or if not, they in their long lives would foster them for a time until there was when they could be spared from the front lines with their people,
Sadly that had never been often in that almost never ending conflict - and far too many a tragedy had left too many a young despairing youth in its wake.
Anzarel for all that some might call him cold and others had sneered the title of executioner at him - they could never understand the burden he took up willingly, he would spare his sister their scorn if only to bear it upon his shoulders, a self proclaimed atlas that they all were in their own ways - Anzarel like many of the grimms had a very large soft spot for children.
And often given their lifespan that extended to most mortal's in truth - but it always hurt them to get close only to know they'd one day watch them fade.
Mortal's burnt so brightly and brilliantly, but all fires faded and died.
Anzarel came upon the two with an old sadness in his eyes, the ancient entity shaking his head silently with a look to Gabriel "we should get him settled - I can double back to get a room ready - and find a medic for him" he'd seen too many like this child, he'd seen his eldest nephew like this child once - haunted and exhausted back from his ordeal.
If he could help, he would do his best.
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