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[sup]© tikki[/sup]SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS
Mortals and their innocence. The entire concept of any one mortal being innocent was a funny thing, laughable, an irredeemable joke. Something he laughed at. No mortal was truly innocent, that much was true. No matter their begging and pleading, their plea of innocence meant nothing to the war-driven god.
The sight was not unruly to Byriath, such violence he had once done, such violence he wore in proud display with the yellow and black scales and black fur he often had draped over his neck. Power weighted his paws as he approached the porch, hidden face lifting in a smile. Mortals and their "Innocence." He rumbled, watching as she tried to lick her paws free from the red. "Such an interesting topic..." He shook his head. If she wished to delve into that she could, but for now, "Have you enjoyed yourself? You seem quite proud of your catch."
The sight was not unruly to Byriath, such violence he had once done, such violence he wore in proud display with the yellow and black scales and black fur he often had draped over his neck. Power weighted his paws as he approached the porch, hidden face lifting in a smile. Mortals and their "Innocence." He rumbled, watching as she tried to lick her paws free from the red. "Such an interesting topic..." He shook his head. If she wished to delve into that she could, but for now, "Have you enjoyed yourself? You seem quite proud of your catch."
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.