Post by SOLSTICE on Jan 5, 2018 3:38:59 GMT
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Kirean Bernhardt
Kirean Bernhardt
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abandoned altar, the hovel
abandoned altar, the hovel
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"the gods are watching," said the lionness, her frame a wispy silhouette in the darkness of the abandoned temple.
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"is that so?" kirean asked, a calloused hand unknotting his familiar's tangled fur, his eyes half closed as he leaned against the altar. the summoning circle spanned wide beneath him, humming its own merry tune as it turned the room a yellow-white and caused the mosaic windows to burst with color.
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upon the altar was a body where red hair had become one with red blood, and where death loomed quietly over, watching and waiting. but so, apparently, were the gods.[break][break]
and kirean knew, instinctively, that the gods would be good today. "i sense it," he said, and the lionness's ear twitched. her loving eyes turned alert, and she looked at the body upon the altar for a few seconds before vanishing into nothingness. kirean sighed.[break][break]
he stood up, the heavy cape dragging like the curtain's to the world's stage. "it looks like you missed your chance to meet your maker, mr. burovski."[break][break]
he did not know if the boy would hear him; his eyes were still closed. but, he supposed, it did not matter.
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notes: n/a[break]
tagged: kasimir burovski ✨ [break]
"the gods are watching," said the lionness, her frame a wispy silhouette in the darkness of the abandoned temple.
[break][break]
"is that so?" kirean asked, a calloused hand unknotting his familiar's tangled fur, his eyes half closed as he leaned against the altar. the summoning circle spanned wide beneath him, humming its own merry tune as it turned the room a yellow-white and caused the mosaic windows to burst with color.
[break][break]
upon the altar was a body where red hair had become one with red blood, and where death loomed quietly over, watching and waiting. but so, apparently, were the gods.[break][break]
and kirean knew, instinctively, that the gods would be good today. "i sense it," he said, and the lionness's ear twitched. her loving eyes turned alert, and she looked at the body upon the altar for a few seconds before vanishing into nothingness. kirean sighed.[break][break]
he stood up, the heavy cape dragging like the curtain's to the world's stage. "it looks like you missed your chance to meet your maker, mr. burovski."[break][break]
he did not know if the boy would hear him; his eyes were still closed. but, he supposed, it did not matter.
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notes: n/a[break]
tagged: kasimir burovski ✨ [break]
