You will, champion. If someone must tell you so, let it be me.
You will wither without someone, in this place. We are your deliverance as much as the greatest insult to your freedom. Without someone to attend you, you will become a beast and be lost to Oblivium.
[ It is THE central issue, that he seeks to deal with in his own ways. His duty binds him, urges him to find a way to wrestle free the souls of Stygia that are trapped here; to pursue the sight of that sunlit land he had seen in the dying memory of their people. To end purgatory, and make good on his vow to his own child.
Marc is so terse. He smells of the Ennead in a way that draws Set in, that forces him to act up and act out. He wants to twist the man's head off his shoulders. He wants to bury his face into the palm of his hand and seek out the long line of divinity that leads back to Nut. A champion of his own people. There is automatic kinship there, and Set craves it as much as he wants to reject it.
no subject
You will wither without someone, in this place. We are your deliverance as much as the greatest insult to your freedom. Without someone to attend you, you will become a beast and be lost to Oblivium.
[ It is THE central issue, that he seeks to deal with in his own ways. His duty binds him, urges him to find a way to wrestle free the souls of Stygia that are trapped here; to pursue the sight of that sunlit land he had seen in the dying memory of their people. To end purgatory, and make good on his vow to his own child.
Marc is so terse. He smells of the Ennead in a way that draws Set in, that forces him to act up and act out. He wants to twist the man's head off his shoulders. He wants to bury his face into the palm of his hand and seek out the long line of divinity that leads back to Nut. A champion of his own people. There is automatic kinship there, and Set craves it as much as he wants to reject it.
How ugly. ]
You'll need an ally, at the least.