Clash of storm - Night Singing

[Byriath]

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

The great god yawned under the moon, walking toward the shore of the center island. Despite his attempt to hold himself up, he ended up slouching gently. Memories flashed between taverns and war council, laughter and riot yells. Within his mind something rose, a gentle chant, growing steadily louder. It, combined with the slow sound of waves, urged him to sing. He tapped his foot to a beat, thinking and feeling the sand under his paw.

"There once was a ship that put to sea,
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea.
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down,
Oh, blow, my bully boys, blow.

Soon may the wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum.
One day, when the tonguing is done,
We'll take our leave and go."

His voice rose below a yell, deep bass resonating within him. His head bobbed gently to the waves, a paw up and swaying side to side.

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

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