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Aries: A harbinger of death and ill tidings, a specter of ill fortune across almost every culture on earth. Very pettable.
Taurus: Something long lived. So long lived that its scales have layers like the earths crust. Long forgotten weather systems trapped beneath its hide.
Gemini: One of many, or many of one, or a single part of a larger but singular whole. The roots go deep.
Cancer: Four black wings like a storm, talons remarkably like whaling hooks and a face of flawless white porcelain.
Leo: An artificial guardian that completed its job too well. It fears fire.
Virgo: A collector of the blind and lost. Those who could see its face would never trust it.
Libra: What used to be worshiped as a god of the hunt, now trapped in a tangle of roots and cabled under a post-soviet radio tower.
Scorpio: Something that can speak several things at once. Its voice is maddening but it desires companionship.
Ophiuchus: Something that seems to think it is a doctor of some sort.
Sagittarius: Bits of feeling and memory from a thousand thousand wearers simply expanding to fill the space.
Capricorn: Something that learned its purpose and then proceeded to hunt and kill the person responsible.
Aquarius: A memory of something. As it moves it leaves an afterimage.
Pisces: Something that was never supposed to happen, an accidental production of a horrible process. Beauty from nothing.
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