cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Putting the food aside, where it could sit for a length of time without wilting, the Sword sighed and pondered. His first instinct was always for infernos, a natural order of destruction and disaster – easily nuanced, carved, sculpted, and woven from his veins. “We can try setting it on fire,” with an ample shrug, motioning for Darkeye to follow him out the door – no intentions of setting his own house ablaze.
Grabbing a jacket and permitting the warpriest to slide through before shutting the aperture, he tucked himself into furs and seditiously raised his jawline towards the sudden barrage of bitterly cold wind, relishing in its depths. “We can go out back,” indicating the yard full of snow and various training weapons and targets – for he kept those at home as well.
Grabbing a jacket and permitting the warpriest to slide through before shutting the aperture, he tucked himself into furs and seditiously raised his jawline towards the sudden barrage of bitterly cold wind, relishing in its depths. “We can go out back,” indicating the yard full of snow and various training weapons and targets – for he kept those at home as well.
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