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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS
Byriath did not know grief. What essence of it he felt was fuel for the seething anger that kept him alive, made him who he was. He was the god of violence, anything less that that would be nothing, he would be nothing. It would most likely fuck him up beyond what he could comprehend.
He had oddly taken to a more medicinal route within the Coalition, not quite a Guru but using what medical knowledge he could recall to help his fellow wanderers when they did stupid, mindless things. It was this reason he had been out around the cold territory in the first place, searching for some scraggly herbs he could use and presumably keep alive in the Greenhouse. And it was there that he heard Romulus. Indeed, many things were preposterous. A great many things. Pushing snow from his paws he started for the Malus boy. Such a hard life him and his sister had lived, and would most likely continue to live.
"Romulus, correct? I have a bad habit of forgetting the faces of the many names I've seen." He rumbled, approaching the lion. His cloak seemed to be gone, revealing a scarred body and scorched brandings of strange symbols on his legs. "How have you been faring, with everything that had plagued this group?""Speech"
He had oddly taken to a more medicinal route within the Coalition, not quite a Guru but using what medical knowledge he could recall to help his fellow wanderers when they did stupid, mindless things. It was this reason he had been out around the cold territory in the first place, searching for some scraggly herbs he could use and presumably keep alive in the Greenhouse. And it was there that he heard Romulus. Indeed, many things were preposterous. A great many things. Pushing snow from his paws he started for the Malus boy. Such a hard life him and his sister had lived, and would most likely continue to live.
"Romulus, correct? I have a bad habit of forgetting the faces of the many names I've seen." He rumbled, approaching the lion. His cloak seemed to be gone, revealing a scarred body and scorched brandings of strange symbols on his legs. "How have you been faring, with everything that had plagued this group?""Speech"
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.