Phantom Hollow To Drown the Dove •joining•

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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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Silence. It was all she allowed to inhabit her mind on the forefront, as she wanted none of her usual mistakes to interfere with the business of a motherhood. She would need her internal magic to win this for her, her natural prowess in arcane jurisdiction. She needed this. 
Otherwise, her spawn would perish. 
If they hadn’t already, for her wretched sins could have come back to repay her the debt she had inflicted upon circumstance, alone. Karma, as it was called in this universe, and she knew the Celestial who ran it with a pendulum’s tick. What a bitch.

”At these accusations, I can and will say I did not ask for this litter. I did not ask for the moons that I was made to endure the aches and sicknesses that came with this burden. Yet,” she paused, turning a set of glowing garnets to the wilds from which she had traveled from with her escort. “I am pleased to have been chosen for such. Should they be accepted, you may keep the young. I am not fit caring for the spawn of Meldresi’s bloodline.”

Ah yes, she knew of Meldresi. The ebonian Night Mother who began the helix of spawn, the devil eyes of lavender amethyst, of shining hues of sealine depths across the scant of light within coat gleams. It was clear how inbred this family of wolves were, but it was something she could expect, and respect. That Meldresi was as close to Celestial livelihood that any mortal could achieve. She seemed to know that her genes would be strongest if they only stuck with itself, despite the mutual fatality or passive flaw of birth defects. Her instilling inbreeding within her family...Zafina was near sad for not having met with the wise demi-goddess. 
Especially for how Slade has spoken of her.

“Even with taking the pups, I will offer my existence under your claim.”
While it still sickened her to serve mortals.

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But every sky will build my throne.

 

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