09-03-2016, 04:38 PM
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The others come in their slow, unsettling way - each a different shade of broken or mismatched. They cloak themselves with hope, fear, anything to replace the void that magic left. Magic is so encompassing, so catch-all, so overwhelming that it can be a life line. Say what you'd like, the void left is deep and scathing, and Harmonia feels it in every bone in her body.
Initially ,she felt it was only her. A punishment for her hubris. Her shortcomings are many and close in time and space - hubris, though, is her worst. She hides behind an infantile mask of stupidity and with her petite frame she can pull it off. Obviously something so small and weak and helpless is stupid. Obviously. But her mind is sharp, and as she sees the others come calling she feels the emotion that will replace her loss.
Anger.
Rage.
Hatred.
She sits up - it's slow and ugly compared to her fluid magical movements prior to this event. She stands, her eyes narrowed, her stance broad, her nostrils flared. "How dare they?" She posits. Revenge is really, honestly, all she knows.
"How dare she!" she continues. Someone did this. Something did this. She'll zero in, she'll find them, and she'll hurt them.
Magic or not, Harmonia intends to burn it all to the ground.
Initially ,she felt it was only her. A punishment for her hubris. Her shortcomings are many and close in time and space - hubris, though, is her worst. She hides behind an infantile mask of stupidity and with her petite frame she can pull it off. Obviously something so small and weak and helpless is stupid. Obviously. But her mind is sharp, and as she sees the others come calling she feels the emotion that will replace her loss.
Anger.
Rage.
Hatred.
She sits up - it's slow and ugly compared to her fluid magical movements prior to this event. She stands, her eyes narrowed, her stance broad, her nostrils flared. "How dare they?" She posits. Revenge is really, honestly, all she knows.
"How dare she!" she continues. Someone did this. Something did this. She'll zero in, she'll find them, and she'll hurt them.
Magic or not, Harmonia intends to burn it all to the ground.
harmonia. surgery.
when the pied piper calls, you come
when the pied piper calls, you come