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hi mom, may i have some goop? i wanna replace lightweaver's toothpaste and shampoo with it, it'd be a great prank
There are a few... differences between my Ink and her toiletries, are there not?
Nonetheless, I do find myself intrigued by this endeavour, even if it may be a futile one... and it may be of note to point out that Lightweaver does incorporate clear crystals in her toothpaste for their reflective purposes... Keep your eyes sharp, child. Who knows?
Are you looking forward to our fight with Ice this coming Halloween, Lady Shadowbinder? I'm sure Icewarden will just love the surprises we have for him.... Hehe.
One muses as to which surprise would be his favourite. This one, perhaps? Or maybe... this one? But, of course, how could I forget about... that one?
It is a shame he has such an... icy... sense of humour... but at this point, that is part of the fun. Still, it would be a sight if it were to melt, no?
Particularly since the battle falls upon us on All Hallow's Eve... which I find is awfully fitting. The darkness reigns on that glorious night, even as the chill sets in... when else will it overshadow the cold, I wonder?
Lady Shadowbinder, I have come here from the Light Flight's territory to ask that I be let stay, as I have found myself unwelcome at home for some....academic misunderstandings, shall we say (definitely no one got murdered because of them). I came to that flight less than a year after my hatching, and I wish to return to the land I was born from, if you will have me.
The light sears my hide and blinds my eyes- I long to return to your shade.
I admit to being surprised they have ostracised you so... there is a saying about hewn scholars and glass dens. I forget how it precisely goes.
As for my acceptance... The shaded city hides a portal, as you may be aware. Far better for those of shadows... An easy way home... As long as your tongue is silver enough to persuade those waiting that you are returned kin, no?
Hello, mother. I am here to ask for your blessings, as I and my clan are wandering souls. We have stayed under your protection for a year, now, and we grow restless. Will you welcome us back from our travels to - well, I was about to say "wherever the wind leads", but we are more likely to stay in Dragonhome than the Plateau - assuming we find the courage to leave the haven you grant us? ~mooni
Well, well. You are certainly already bold, directly petitioning yours truly for acquiescence... But will this boldness remain after you uproot yourself from the brambles and thorns?
My welcome... We will see, no?
My light rep ran off with a Shadow exalt. Uh...have you seen a shiny Coatl running around with one of your exalts for instance? My clan would very much like to have her back.... -The Storyteller
A shiny Coatl... Perhaps that does ring a bell. Perhaps that does not. Elopements are surprisingly common occurrences.
As for having her back... You forget one simple thing, teller of stories. She is not one of my exalts, so I do not have any authority over her. Perhaps I can offer... guidance over where she can be found, but the rest of it depends on how silver your tongue is.
Of course, arrangements can be made, if my Exalted wishes to remain with her. A bargain struck. I am a lot more amenable to their requests as they have pledged highest allegiance to me... An idea for your stray Coatl, perhaps?
Regardless of how this tale unfolds, I wish you godsspeed, Storyteller...
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Hmm...
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The other god blogs are too nice. Too chummy. To afraid of conflict. They make things boring.
Oh, indeed. I recall watching them war, back when I was merely some watching eyes in the shade . All of them, having developed no masks to hide behind, having needed no masks to hide behind. Flames that collided with churning tides that split open rock that swallowed the skies. Piercing light rivalled by flashing lightning rivalled by the stark, cold white of a blizzard.
Some I did not see, but gods cannot wage war without scarring the world. A slain beast eaten up by rot and winding roots, warped with magic that still crackles in its fur.
But we are past the age of gods and monsters, now. In the metaphorical sense, of course, but dear Rhenik did take it literally for a while. We snipe and scheme, but never quite openly strife. Some even take up a mantle of peace, as you may be aware.
Such a message does make one wonder, though. How many of the others have you sent this exact message, or a message with similar intent, to? And what makes you think I am susceptible to the words of a mere faceless whisper?
I bet you usse tumblr light mode.
-Luminax-risen
Ah. You have mistaken me for someone with self-loathing. But much like the skill of projection, you seem to be adept at such things...
