ZARIAH
The sound was deafening, the feeling of the god rushing through her indescribable - but definitely not good. Any other person who had not suffered the horrors she had would have been easily brought to their knees. But the Archmage stood, eyes closed, fists clenched - the barest of trembles shaking her lithe form. It had been a very long time since anyone or anything had truly scared the head of the family, and that it was one of the old gods who spurned her creed?
A small smirk curved her lips, and she began to laugh, low at first but building to a loud, full laugh near maniacal. It did not last long, as she gazed up at the alter, dark smile still on her lips. "Point well taken, Ludo. I like your style." she said softly before turning and leaving the shrine.
--FIN
A small smirk curved her lips, and she began to laugh, low at first but building to a loud, full laugh near maniacal. It did not last long, as she gazed up at the alter, dark smile still on her lips. "Point well taken, Ludo. I like your style." she said softly before turning and leaving the shrine.
--FIN
heavy is the crown
but never for a queen
but never for a queen
