( Gloom, doom and the thin line of his unwavering mouth, destined for a lifetime of certain judgement. Ery, Halia. Lovers sundered, reunited against the odds of man, of nature. Defying their fates, unconceding.
...after carving out a pair of feet.
And Haiva, the prince who, like the demon at Alem's gates, appears to wait. He sees the intricate filigree of similarity shaping, sees Wrathion's interest coalescing around myth and magic and all that which should not attract them, but invariably proves the cradle of truth behind every horror this world has shown them.
A man, tortured by love. Perhaps, if the mermaid is unknowing of the effect of her spell on a living man...? But then, the prince appears in passing health. )
You think him a... siren? ( A pause, to deflect the lashing of a beathing branch. ) They say they killed their mermaids.
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( Gloom, doom and the thin line of his unwavering mouth, destined for a lifetime of certain judgement. Ery, Halia. Lovers sundered, reunited against the odds of man, of nature. Defying their fates, unconceding.
...after carving out a pair of feet.
And Haiva, the prince who, like the demon at Alem's gates, appears to wait. He sees the intricate filigree of similarity shaping, sees Wrathion's interest coalescing around myth and magic and all that which should not attract them, but invariably proves the cradle of truth behind every horror this world has shown them.
A man, tortured by love. Perhaps, if the mermaid is unknowing of the effect of her spell on a living man...? But then, the prince appears in passing health. )
You think him a... siren? ( A pause, to deflect the lashing of a beathing branch. ) They say they killed their mermaids.
( To be the heir of genocide. Ah. )