12-13-2016, 04:03 PM
There is truly nothing beautiful about Pangea physically or even pleasing for the eye to see. There is a deeper meaning beyond the physical likeness of this wasteland. Rodrik sees something greater than what is shown on the surface. He sees below the surface of the dry land and howling of the wind that constantly plays a haunting song. There is greatness in the making, the potential of power and prosperity. But, he knows like before, that such things come with time and hard work. Rome was never built in a day. Rodrik turns to peer back at Kari when the question of his residency comes up. “Pangea has been my home from the beginning.” He licks his lips dryly when he remembers the day he found the creator and the group that gave up a piece of themselves for its creation. “Carnage created and shaped this land for the likes of us.” The red devil laughs a little at that. It was beyond what the fairies of Beqanna wanted to teach all of them. They wanted everyone to remember they were given blessings and to not take advantage of Beqanna. However, Carnage was not affected by such teachings. He took what he wanted without question. “Though it definitely did not come out as planned.” He adds, commenting on the deadness of the land. |