Fairspell Meadow Auspicious Anomalancy

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Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

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For once, the Goddess of Paradox was given a taste of her own medicine. The question had completely shut her down as she was caught in the blossoming revelation; it truly didn’t matter what others had thought of her. But as a Divine, that was what the Gods preyed upon, belief, faith in their craft, evidence of their works. To be absent and unknown was to be left behind, cast aside as one of the lesser deities... her pride would allow no such thing. 

But in fact, this was the point Corvus had seemingly made...
Thus the helix of unknown began its unravel. 

Having been bested at her own craft, the voluptuous vixen turned around this time to fully give her attention to this male - he had earned it. The winds which swam around them glazed the cologne of this soul against her mind as it rose against her fur and did the same for the company. She  was unaware of it, but as she christened him with her inquisitional gaze, she had a slight of problem of trying to figure whether this man too had been a Celestial cursed to walk the mortal world too for errored deeds, or whether he was simply another passerby who hadn’t evoked her indignation, yet. 

So a test would come to be. Should he have something besides Wolfspeak under his guise, she would try her damndest to figure who he might be. 

“Kodel dartovi zhol dalykas kia j'us?”

The words left her lips as a hex might, a silken ribbon of mystery that dared the beholder to simply reach out and caress it, to allow it a purchase of glamours against the heart, against the mind. It was no such thing, as it was a mere question. But the language itself spoke of history, of rich and thick meaning. It was an old language, and should he have anything to do with the Divines, he would know of it.

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But every sky will build my throne.

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