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The healer has the bloodiest hands.
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Vespero"Fafnir" Emotional Actions Thoughts
Vespero stood in a realm of clouds, one decorated in stars and the northern lights. The god danced, swaying with the ribbons of light, their pelt softly ruffled with the dew of the clouds. The wolf wasn't too mindful of what was happening, just happily dancing amongst their domain. It was peaceful, besides the voice ringing in their ears, heavy with lust and demanding of blood.
It wasn't until Vespero was falling, that they noticed everything was different, once dancing peacefully above a royal wedding, to decorate the lovers special day, now falling towards..Sand? They weren't above sand last, why were they falling too?
"Lookie there, the poor god, falling from it's perch."
Vespero quietly groaned, using their limbs and swinging themselves to land on their side. Surprisingly, even from that fall, had only strained and maybe sprained an ankle, or pulled a muscle or two. The wolf slowly stood, nose twitching slowly as they gathered their spindly legs under themself and looked around slightly dazed and very annoyed at the voice lingering in the back of their mind.
Vespero slowly walked to the waters edge, watching it lap against their pale paws, yellow gaze narrowing at the reflection, carefully they turned from the waters and lazily walked off from the water and further towards inland. What was this place? What did it have to offer them, or Fafnir..?