09-29-2017, 08:53 PM
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Power.
Power! She could nearly laugh.
This is what they would sell their bodies, their sanity, for?
dominance, influence, privilege.
Superiority.
She had never called lovers or land her own - she had never believed that anything other than her own skin belonged to her.
And he had taken that, her only jurisdiction, away from her.
She would laugh if it didn't make her sick.
She would laugh it wasn't so pitiful- if the faces and bodies around her hadn't had souls inside of them and loved ones waiting for them.
Don't fall for his tricks. She wanted to scream at them. But maybe he knew her intention because she could not find her voice.
Tangerine shakes her head and droplets of blood scatter. She didn't want to be worthy of his time anymore and the 'power' of the Oasis did not tempt her. She saw no reason to stay.
Not daring to drink she turns away from the god who had been so beautiful in the fall, the man she prays she would never see again.
But who do you pray to when the only god you know is depraved and vicious?
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Thank you for this quest!! I thought it made the most sense for Tang to leave. She is taking her chances in the wasteland and heading out because she doesn't trust him
Power.
Power! She could nearly laugh.
This is what they would sell their bodies, their sanity, for?
dominance, influence, privilege.
Superiority.
She had never called lovers or land her own - she had never believed that anything other than her own skin belonged to her.
And he had taken that, her only jurisdiction, away from her.
She would laugh if it didn't make her sick.
She would laugh it wasn't so pitiful- if the faces and bodies around her hadn't had souls inside of them and loved ones waiting for them.
Don't fall for his tricks. She wanted to scream at them. But maybe he knew her intention because she could not find her voice.
Tangerine shakes her head and droplets of blood scatter. She didn't want to be worthy of his time anymore and the 'power' of the Oasis did not tempt her. She saw no reason to stay.
Not daring to drink she turns away from the god who had been so beautiful in the fall, the man she prays she would never see again.
But who do you pray to when the only god you know is depraved and vicious?
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Thank you for this quest!! I thought it made the most sense for Tang to leave. She is taking her chances in the wasteland and heading out because she doesn't trust him
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