Nothing in between - Moving back in

[Byriath]

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SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS, SOMEONE WHO [color=#e600e6]CARES

The door to his home swung open, silhouette of the massive Xenosmilus in the doorway as he breathed in, a smile across his scarred muzzle. "Home sweet home. Lets see.." He opened a window, letting light filter in from the day outside. It seemed his house had gone unscathed by the mudslide, save for a broken window (Why a broken window, that took forever to make!). He sighed, dragging his light bag into the house. It held mainly other bags of herbs and a single black wood hourglass, which he set on the table next to the door. The herb bags he set on the shelves above his fireplace.

Moving with purpose, the god touched the broken glass of the window delicately before forcefully breaking the glass with his paw, pushing more of the broken glass outside. "I suppose a breeze can come in." he rumbled, walking outside to pick up the glass shards. Something bubbled in his throat, and a yawn escaped his jaws. Distracted, a shard of glass cut into his paw pad, causing him to growl a bit and toss the glass inside through the window. The deep purple ichor on his paw trickled down gently, and he sighed, staring at the paw while another yawn escaped him. A yawn..

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE

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