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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/29/2016 1:36:59 AM
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"You speak of false gods and pretenders. There is no form or shape to beings that define the untruth LF those behind the veil."
The emerald lights turn darker crimson and the purr turned to more of a hiss.
"You flaunt of the powers of the false and unclean and spit in the face of my masters blessing like that of one that rejects the embrace of perfection for that of frail mortality."
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 12/29/2016 12:06:20 PM"Huh, usually I just get called an blasphemous ahorration to nature by things claiming to be some sort of divinity. Anyways I don't typically dab into stuff like this." She opens her door and pokes her head in. "Hey Victor, your into the dark and mysterious right?" A tall pale man wearing a robe and mask emerges from her house. His hair showed age but his presence seemed to display an unusual sense of power. "I prefer to call it, a thirst for the unknown but yes... I understand" The man's gaze could be felt though his mask as he peered through it upon the being.
