Rosewater Oasis up in smoke

LMAOOOO

pray, nebet racharra, he murmurs, carrying the weight of a hundred lifetimes, each word a command, a prophecy. pray to the ones who demand blood for their blessings, fire for their favor. they have taken much, but they have not taken everything. we will find what remains.

the glow of the crystalline waters casts a faint shimmer upon his dark pelt, a divine halo, a mark of his birthright—or so he believes. the gods have spared you for a reason,

he rises then, to his paws, and turns. turns to leave her. he will spare her his presence, now. may she be alone, as he wishes to be, and turn eye to the future before them.