#welcomeamongdeath

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{text: ???} you know, I dont usually get nudes from non-immortals{text: ???} how did you get this number?

[spcrtan]

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        ❝ Why? ❞ Though his words were not unkind in their nature, the tone of which his words carried accentuated his AUTHORITY over this place. As any king would have been when approached by strangers, Menelaos was reluctant to grant any wish of theirs ; a temple to build outside of the city? ---- A temple to whom? ---- Whose name would the libations be in honour of, && what words of prayers would they offer? Strangers were hardly welcome here, even in the best of times. Menelaos very readily stood as the BULKWARD against their speaker’s desires && would have remained as such until the king could either be persuaded or he had had enough of their cult && its minimal presence in his city. ❝ ------ Why choose SPARTA out of the many poleis?❞

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Green eyes nervously flicked over the figure that stood before him. Orpheus, compared to other augurs and seers, was relatively inexperienced. He did have a natural affinity towards it that allowed him to easily perceive that the man who stood before him was not a human being, he could see the divine aura that clung naturally to his form. There was something else there that he could not so easily place his finger upon, but he was quite certain that answers would reveal themselves with time. 

The musician lowered himself down to one knee and respectfully bowed down his head to show the divine being proper respect that was owed to him by any mortal, his precious golden lyre now visible upon his back. He finally spoke in his soft voice that was audible silk to anyone’s ears: “is there anything that I may do for you..?”

[nxvala-blog]

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The witch sat there before the injured creature, pale cerulean eyes gazing down upon the fawn as he ran his slender fingers against the once golden brown fur stained with the blood that protruded from the creature’s neck. Any other time, he would be able to heal the poor fawn’s fatal wound. Though due to recently exerting mass amounts of magic, he didn’t have enough energy to heal such a wound. 

Hayden allowed his eyes to flutter shut, allowing his mind to drift to an unusually realistic dream he had a few night ago. The name of a man quietly drifting of his lips as he held blood stained hand’s over the deer’s body, it’s life force slowly drifting away. “Ravos, I beseech thee to aid me in this strenuous task to return the creature of the wood back to health” 

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“Tell me what it is like. YOU KNOW: how things are here. It is ... NOT THE SAME, watching from afar. I promise you it would gladden the gods to see you please me now – to  i n d u l g e  me in this!”