09-29-2015, 03:19 PM
What would happen if she were to trade her deathless god for a deathless goddess? One that is perhaps less cruel, and more dazzling to look at? One who does not bother with testosterone ridden fights and boasts of being such a harbinger of death. In the end, it’s all one great big circle anyway, though no one ever remembers.
The real question was - could they ever bring her back to life? So many take and take and take and some give and give and give, but who can resurrect? It isn’t resurrection that the old woman wants, but still, the offer always hangs in the air. Unspoken. Yet some find speaking to be the hardest part of life. And some find it to be the easiest. Rarely do they ever toe the line.
Yael remembers Gryffen, and her disembodied lip curls. If she weren’t here to find some more Desert members, she’d nudge Astarte towards Kronk, and let him start to rebuild the Gates. But with the state of the Kingdom being what it is, she cannot afford that luxury of simply not trying. Not yet, anyway. The golden woman is loyal to a fault, hopeful, and perhaps too kind. She is well aware that Camrynn is irate with her, but she cannot bring herself to care. Yael lives by her conscience. Cam can always say she acted of her own free will, not as a part of the Desert, and that she’s a cold hearted bitch for not caring what happened to the Gates. Does she think that Set and Anaxarete are gong to come crawling out of the woodwork again if they want to attack the Desert? They were… super flaky at best. Yael and Cam and Gumby were not (though even that statement is debatable right now).
She appears a few feet away from the trio, calmly stepping forward and sliding right in after Kronk’s impassioned bit. “Or you could eegnore ze men vile t’ey compare dick sizes and take a valk vit me. I’m Yael. Ahnd I can xelp you vit t’at eemortality problem...” She smiles slightly, glancing to the two stallions after speaking to Astarte. Hello, boys. Too bad neither of them could possibly know how close she was to both of them only just recently.
Sometime’s it's good to be a magician.
The real question was - could they ever bring her back to life? So many take and take and take and some give and give and give, but who can resurrect? It isn’t resurrection that the old woman wants, but still, the offer always hangs in the air. Unspoken. Yet some find speaking to be the hardest part of life. And some find it to be the easiest. Rarely do they ever toe the line.
Yael remembers Gryffen, and her disembodied lip curls. If she weren’t here to find some more Desert members, she’d nudge Astarte towards Kronk, and let him start to rebuild the Gates. But with the state of the Kingdom being what it is, she cannot afford that luxury of simply not trying. Not yet, anyway. The golden woman is loyal to a fault, hopeful, and perhaps too kind. She is well aware that Camrynn is irate with her, but she cannot bring herself to care. Yael lives by her conscience. Cam can always say she acted of her own free will, not as a part of the Desert, and that she’s a cold hearted bitch for not caring what happened to the Gates. Does she think that Set and Anaxarete are gong to come crawling out of the woodwork again if they want to attack the Desert? They were… super flaky at best. Yael and Cam and Gumby were not (though even that statement is debatable right now).
She appears a few feet away from the trio, calmly stepping forward and sliding right in after Kronk’s impassioned bit. “Or you could eegnore ze men vile t’ey compare dick sizes and take a valk vit me. I’m Yael. Ahnd I can xelp you vit t’at eemortality problem...” She smiles slightly, glancing to the two stallions after speaking to Astarte. Hello, boys. Too bad neither of them could possibly know how close she was to both of them only just recently.
Sometime’s it's good to be a magician.
Yael, guardian of the desert