Malkuth

malkuth

A lie so convincing that the utterer believes it instantly upon telling it to another
crisis: oh, honey, we'll be with you forever. don't think about such things. go to sleep.
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Sandwings was alone, save for the animals that dared bound across her desolate trail.

All feared her, yet none had truly seen her for what she is. There was not a creature nor thing that skittered away in her presence. The dragon's home was once a lush grove, filled with life in its freest form.

All except for where she stood.

Sandwings had created a desert of her own design. Panicking at this new found curse, she tried to outrun it. Each time she settled in the shade of an oasis, the trees seemed to wither and the water seemed to run dry. It was as if everything cowered from her terrifying shadow.

The haunting figure was wolffish in appearance: a narrow snout accompanied with broad paws and a menacing face--

But in reality, Sandwings has only ever been an Imperial.

There's a sort of magic that comes with myth; words become worlds when spoken with story.

Perhaps there are some things words should leave mundane.

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Ljos is... Enlightened.

She doesn't dare look down from duty, for the day never truly rests forever. When the sun does fall, she grows fearful of the encroaching night. It is inevitable. It is a necessity. She knows this. Still, the daughter of Lightweaver works to set the world aglow.

Others look at the lonesome Pearlcatcher with disdain. They mutter behind closed doors that the stuck-up zealot has not returned down from her tower since the morning; she is a Rapunzel of her choice, so no one comes to save her.

She hears none of this. Their insults fall on deaf ears, and still, she continues to slave away for a sky filled with daylight.

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Tyfiant is a walking pestilence, and he takes pride in being such.

As an assassin, turns out it's quite useful to have a deadly chemical radiating around you at all times at your disposal. Hand him a good deal of treasure, and he'll merrily return to you after taking out only the worst of criminals with a smile.

He, like all Spirals, is quite hyper, and as a result he's impossible to catch by even the fastest dragon. Even if you do finally have him within your reach, he may simply unravel his barriers and let all hell break loose.

Tyfiant has become quite acquainted with the clan's surly toxicologist, Wenwynllyd. On more than one occasion you'll see them together, two plagues trying to cure one another. Lit only by the mushrooms on the strong Guardian's back, they'd traverse the Lightning Farm in search of all manner of oppressors and perpetrators.

The Spiral takes extra care to raise his barriers around Wenwynllyd-- Though he may be just as deadly, he is also just as vulnerable.
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