04-04-2018, 11:33 AM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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He was out that night when he noticed the foreign aura, and after a moment Bast headed idly in its direction. As he drew closer, the rippling along the edges of the aura and the faint light that was shining from the stranger clued him in on the fact that this was a spirit of some form. Bast didn't seem concerned, but rather simply stood by and watched for a moment before drawling idly, "What brings you to Ascendants territory?"
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]