#darkest devout

[darkflamegods]

Daisy approaches the Devout, her smile a little strained. Her whole manner was less boisterous than the last time Devout had seen her, and something about her eyes seemed haunted.

"Hi there... Do you have time to talk? And are you in the headspace to talk about some heavy topics? I have questions I would value your perspective on, if yes."

@solarosha

Daisy finds the Devout beneath a tree, and the green in its black robes seems quite vibrant with the lighting. She speaks, borrowing Daisy's own voice, "I often deal in such topics, so no, I do not mind. Are you quite alright? Perhaps you should sit down with me." They shift over a little bit in an attempt to make room for the goddess.

[darkflamegods]

[Jackie, now with her memories back, walks around with them in an earring. She passed by a tree, but glances up when it seems a bit strange.]

Oh, hey! Are you that Darkest Devout person I met a bit ago?

"Oh, aren't you Jackie? How have you been since we met?" The Devout peers down from the tree, dropping something into their robes with the motion.

[darkflamegods]

[A strange-looking and extremely colourful robot approaches The Darkest Devout.]

"Well hello there! You certainly look very interesting!"

@yj5-476-z33-p5x

"I could say the same to you, small... what are you? You do not seem to be anything familiar to me."

[solarosha]

For the second time, a shade approaches a temple of Daisy. In fact, it's the same temple as the last shadow. The darkness stops just outside the temple doorway, and seems to start waiting for probably Daisy.

-@godsoftheshadowedflame, The Darkest Devout

Daisy steps outside, spreading her wings to block the doorway from this shadow.

"Good, you're being polite about entering this time," she says with some disdain. "What is it you want?"

[darkflamegods]

I am Ash, the rotting sage. A guide to the after.

My name is one you have yet to earn.

I am The Devout. I serve my liege, the Wolf, and do as due.

They say that stories are alive, and they ask what death is like for a tale.

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This is a roleplay blog for the oshaverse. Ash uses he/they pronouns. Dust, the one with red text, uses it/its. DD, the italicized blue text, uses she/it/they. The weird one who always speaks through narration is the Muse of Rumors. This blog might fall under unreality, so interact at your own risk.