11-27-2019, 03:45 PM
even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes
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The more he talked the more she became aware of what this was. Just a hunch of misfits trying to make peace. And as a consequence, fighting?
She knew her preferences were unrealistic. Few immortals and even fewer mortals ever preferred peace. She looked at him as they spoke of their religion. And what made a being a god? She would have to ask him that later.
“Do not take offense if I do not practice this... belief. More importantly, are you of the sort to seek peace akin to the methods of Tanglewood and the Typhoon?”
She was speaking of the battle, ”a great many lives were lost in those endeavors. No doubt stirring up newer enemies of vengeance.”
A life lost has his echo in the living world. Not all reacted well, and while she didn’t visit the site. On the day of, birds were talking, she couldn’t help but feel like she smell metallic copper on the air. Distant breezes carry dark tidings.
but all will bow to her
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