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there's only one pree in the wooooooorld
Egypt :3
I can write a post, but if you want to go first feel free.
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Lathunis felt the cold metal of the tube that Anavid slipped into her hand. She silently acknowledged the exchange with a nod, curious but trusting Anavid. She tucked the cylinder up her sleeve, careful to not think of it too much lest Mysia notice. The growing energy of her uncle disturbed her, but before she could talk to Mysia about it, Anavid mentioned a more pressing matter. She turned her attention towards Caesilinus, feeling the chaos and disorder from the battle. She worriedly watched as Anavid put her helmet on her head.
“These monsters… They are the servants of Mikazliqui, not to be taken lightly. With Aroseus’ protection gone from the city, it will soon fall to those…. Abominations.” The creations of Mikazliqui, the vampires, his children, disgusted her, yet she respected their dedication to Mikazliqui. Her true dislike was directed towards the god himself. His pleasure oriented around destruction and his sudden attack of Aroseus’ patron city ignited a belief that he was a part of the conspiracy. “Mikazliqui is taking advantage of the chaos surrounding my father’s death, it seems. I cannot let him disrespect him in such a way.”
“These monsters… They are the servants of Mikazliqui, not to be taken lightly. With Aroseus’ protection gone from the city, it will soon fall to those…. Abominations.” The creations of Mikazliqui, the vampires, his children, disgusted her, yet she respected their dedication to Mikazliqui. Her true dislike was directed towards the god himself. His pleasure oriented around destruction and his sudden attack of Aroseus’ patron city ignited a belief that he was a part of the conspiracy. “Mikazliqui is taking advantage of the chaos surrounding my father’s death, it seems. I cannot let him disrespect him in such a way.”
Nobody loves you Tyler.
Dead Cruiser said
Maybe it's just my brain not working properly, but all of this flowery prose is making it difficult to follow along with what's actually going on.
Did my post read easy enough?
HeySeuss said
Why don't we agree to keep the posts short enough to create interaction?
I personally like it better that way, anyways :3
Lathunis craved solitude from the moment of she felt the wave of energy from her father’s departing. The only company she wanted was that of her mother, Mysia, and her companion, Anavid, but neither were anywhere to be found. Her brother Eskellon was too male, too harsh. Instead, Lathunis retreated to the gardens of Krona for her grief. Her reclusion, in part, helped further along the chaos in Lymaeus, people’s prayers for loyalty and duty falling through the cracks. This bothered Lathunis slightly, but her grief for her father and her lack of knowledge of Anavid’s or her mother’s whereabouts put her into an irritated state. She knew her father had been betrayed, and her closest confidents being lacking caused her to feel betrayed herself.
After a week of grieving though, she decided that something must be done. Her solitude turned into one less of grief and more of meditation. She knew which gods disliked her father, which was most of them, but she was not sure who would turn against them in such a manner. She also began to wonder if those that had turned against him, would turn against her, if she were to take up the throne, as was her right. She heard rumors pass through the garden, many of the king’s death and a few of her mother’s insanity, but was moved no closer to the answer.
Lathunis sat in silent thought, eyes closed, when she felt the presence of her uncle enter Krona. Concentrating on his energy, she tried to depict his intentions but was disrupted by the sound of Anavid entering the garden. At first, she did not answer as her name was called, but knew Anavid would have good reason for her absence. She was about to approach Anavid when she felt her mother's presence suddenly enter the garden. All of her thoughts stopped for a moment and she almost quickly appeared before her, but Mysia's powerful voice rang through the garden. Lathunis sighed and appeared before Anavid.
“Anavid, my dear friend, where have you been these past weeks?" she said, smiling. As Anavid began to reply, Lathunis grabbed her arm and started walking in the direction of her mother. It was a sign of respect to approach another god or goddess with physical effort. She whispered quickly "Let us appear in front of my mother before she angers. Her anger is not something to be taken lightly, as you well know."
After a week of grieving though, she decided that something must be done. Her solitude turned into one less of grief and more of meditation. She knew which gods disliked her father, which was most of them, but she was not sure who would turn against them in such a manner. She also began to wonder if those that had turned against him, would turn against her, if she were to take up the throne, as was her right. She heard rumors pass through the garden, many of the king’s death and a few of her mother’s insanity, but was moved no closer to the answer.
Lathunis sat in silent thought, eyes closed, when she felt the presence of her uncle enter Krona. Concentrating on his energy, she tried to depict his intentions but was disrupted by the sound of Anavid entering the garden. At first, she did not answer as her name was called, but knew Anavid would have good reason for her absence. She was about to approach Anavid when she felt her mother's presence suddenly enter the garden. All of her thoughts stopped for a moment and she almost quickly appeared before her, but Mysia's powerful voice rang through the garden. Lathunis sighed and appeared before Anavid.
“Anavid, my dear friend, where have you been these past weeks?" she said, smiling. As Anavid began to reply, Lathunis grabbed her arm and started walking in the direction of her mother. It was a sign of respect to approach another god or goddess with physical effort. She whispered quickly "Let us appear in front of my mother before she angers. Her anger is not something to be taken lightly, as you well know."
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