11-03-2018, 06:48 AM
Rajanish
He hadn’t needed to get close to the group to help kill the guy.
Instead, he’d accelerated his disease, the one he already carried. In doing so, perhaps, maybe, his father’s design had been made easier. He had always known he wouldhave to work for it, but now, he feels accomplishment. Finally worth something; father might be proud, or, maybe not, maybe just his mother. Still, he’s slowly working towards the goal - raise Pangea, make it healthy, make it permanent.
But another seeks to claim it, and when she calls out and says she is gifted, he just grins up at her. ”We’re all gifted and shaped by our god and his land, but the land belongs to my father, and not to you.” He is decidedly healthy-looking, contrary to when he had approached Rhonen the day before. Healed, instead of made sick by Pangea - probably a thank-you from Carnage or just a side-effect from healing the land; his blood is in it, after all.
”But I guess we could claim it in His name.” He’s not overzealous or anything, he knows that to Carnage they’re worth less than their own shit is to them. Or, maybe just about that level. He grins at the tentacly woman. ”Aren’t you lookin’ good,” he assesses, tail swishing and ears turning around to catch sounds, wondering it there’s anybody else willing to call this place home.
It is the source of magic, after all.
Instead, he’d accelerated his disease, the one he already carried. In doing so, perhaps, maybe, his father’s design had been made easier. He had always known he wouldhave to work for it, but now, he feels accomplishment. Finally worth something; father might be proud, or, maybe not, maybe just his mother. Still, he’s slowly working towards the goal - raise Pangea, make it healthy, make it permanent.
But another seeks to claim it, and when she calls out and says she is gifted, he just grins up at her. ”We’re all gifted and shaped by our god and his land, but the land belongs to my father, and not to you.” He is decidedly healthy-looking, contrary to when he had approached Rhonen the day before. Healed, instead of made sick by Pangea - probably a thank-you from Carnage or just a side-effect from healing the land; his blood is in it, after all.
”But I guess we could claim it in His name.” He’s not overzealous or anything, he knows that to Carnage they’re worth less than their own shit is to them. Or, maybe just about that level. He grins at the tentacly woman. ”Aren’t you lookin’ good,” he assesses, tail swishing and ears turning around to catch sounds, wondering it there’s anybody else willing to call this place home.
It is the source of magic, after all.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.
No voice to cry out suffering.
No voice to cry out suffering.
@[Yidhra]