making your bones
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gone were the pitiless, sightless days that he would r e a c h, searching, grasping, yearning for purchase against a relentless tide that forced him to claw for every single inch - for he was now whole. be it spell or curse, it took him far longer than should have been acceptable to return to flesh and cause mortal hearts to quake with fear.

but now... oh, now, there was someone new to worship at the pulpit and conduct his symphone of woe. for never had he expected to unearth her, to inhale her, to unravel her, and yet.. she revealed her secrets unbidden and gave willingly of her flesh; was he too quick to paint her such an important role in his grand design?

memories steeped in utter bliss flitted through the god's mind as he allowed himself to invade her most private sanctuary and since he had claimed nowhere to yet roost - her's was the home he would grace with his presence.

"this is acceptable." a deep rumble escaped from his bony frame as he meticulously examined each area of his new living quarters, leaning over when he needed to scrutinize something in particular. yes, this would do quite well.


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making your bones - by Falon'din - 08-21-2024, 11:59 AM
RE: making your bones - by Nyllian - 08-24-2024, 11:20 AM