I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The suggestion coursed along the same lines he’d been contemplating, and with a heavy sigh that simply disappeared into the midst of the downpour, he nodded. “Hopefully it does not inspire another meeting,” he gave with a great grimace and curl of his nose, as if the very thought of congregating in large quantities again gave him indigestion. Or the great reluctance in having to deliver a message to Sunjata as well. “Perhaps it is nothing.” But that rarely happened in Caido. “We have some strange variants of frostblooms.” Their experiences with the blight, and the sickness thereafter, still lingered with him, as did so many other haunting filaments.
But to other effects, the Sword and the Reaper were one and the same – perhaps more so the former than the latter nowadays, until something pushed him into violence and vehemence. The primordial method of protection, defense, and safeguarding stuck into his bones and marrow so deeply it wouldn’t have mattered how much he shed away old titles or reincarnated – they existed together, congruent and parallel factions of a man driven to preserve. Still, the wry edge of his grin stayed at her laughter, a light snort to follow.
Regardless of Fox’s cordiality, the whole scenario made his brow arch once more. “He does know you are quite capable?” Not many things would’ve ever stopped the Harpy – certainly not mud.
But to other effects, the Sword and the Reaper were one and the same – perhaps more so the former than the latter nowadays, until something pushed him into violence and vehemence. The primordial method of protection, defense, and safeguarding stuck into his bones and marrow so deeply it wouldn’t have mattered how much he shed away old titles or reincarnated – they existed together, congruent and parallel factions of a man driven to preserve. Still, the wry edge of his grin stayed at her laughter, a light snort to follow.
Regardless of Fox’s cordiality, the whole scenario made his brow arch once more. “He does know you are quite capable?” Not many things would’ve ever stopped the Harpy – certainly not mud.
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