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The zephyr blew through the fields on a clear fall evening. It was chilly, but not frigid. The Sand Cat would exhale slowly, grip tightening on the torch held alight in his right paw, divine blade in his left. How could this have happened? What posessed him to do so? Life had become increasingly strange in this little town as of the late. Being well acquainted with Vale and Scarlet, he thought he had a chance to understand it all.
Now, no, there as a weight pressing down in his mind, a foreign feeling that was much like a festering tumor, burgeoning madness and irrationality in his mind. What's worse, he'd no idea whether or not it was this malfeasance was this tumors doing, or his own. Kimber's grip loosened slightly, hearing the crackles behind him... What should he do now?... The moon seemed larger than before.
The Stars would glitter ever so spectacularly on this stellar evening, Kimber could almost feel the starts insight wringing their hands as they'd try to keep their secrets from him. The Divine Mythographist. Yes. That's what he was, and there'd never be any turning away from that. His childhood home, Weylam's Wayfarers Homestead and Orphanage, was a relic of the past now. The temple's doors would open. With or without Vale, Scarlet, or anyone else that could assist.
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Now, no, there as a weight pressing down in his mind, a foreign feeling that was much like a festering tumor, burgeoning madness and irrationality in his mind. What's worse, he'd no idea whether or not it was this malfeasance was this tumors doing, or his own. Kimber's grip loosened slightly, hearing the crackles behind him... What should he do now?... The moon seemed larger than before.
The Stars would glitter ever so spectacularly on this stellar evening, Kimber could almost feel the starts insight wringing their hands as they'd try to keep their secrets from him. The Divine Mythographist. Yes. That's what he was, and there'd never be any turning away from that. His childhood home, Weylam's Wayfarers Homestead and Orphanage, was a relic of the past now. The temple's doors would open. With or without Vale, Scarlet, or anyone else that could assist.
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Cuddlebutt! Thank you so much for this!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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