there is a new god now.
Year 754 of the New Age
winter | the warren
---The smoke billowed up in ominous tendrils about her, heavy clouds of inky plumes gossamer against the midnight blue. Flames, reached, like flexing, glorious talons; their reflections like shimmering ghosts within the glossy curve of her irises. “NO!” Came a shout, and their was a shadow fleeing from the flaming veils, to thrust itself before her. “What have you done, Rexaenelissia?” The voice was frail, and weak, ravaged to but shredded ribbons, exhausted. The small stag stood before her, chest heaving as his bright eyes pleaded amongst the shining flames of her own. “What have you done?”
A smile spread upon her maw; black and glistening; with fangs that shone like the setting sun. “You may not call me by that name…” Her voice was silk, raw and untended; a grating sound more suited to a wolf, than to a simple doe. She shifted, her quarters advancing unto him, as the smoke breathed from the earth in heady billows; and he cowered against her silhouette. She shoved, stepping through the stream that glistened with the heat of fire. “You see, my dear Domicon; your God is dead.” Fangs flashed like wicked knives, sleek and shining in the dancing light. “There is a new God now.” And her words were a grating growl, deep within her throat. Ears flushed against her skull and great canines bared, and she leapt towards his nape.
Her lips quivered as teeth sunk into his flesh; and with a gasp, Domicon fell to his knees, as fire burned in circles around them.---
Rex ( rex-en-a-lissia } burns her home to the ground.
If there is a hell
I'll see you there!
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