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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She and her escort had come and were immediately under two identically cold gazes. One, a beast of obscenely pitch colors, he could have been considered black hole. The aura he radiated was a selfish one, as all collapsed stars were, gurgling in a spiral demands and harsh grit that could bring ruin physic’s laws. It was Midar, and she could see the loss of something dear in his abruptly smooth indigo jewels. Silence was what he was met with, as the Witch was easily inspected by the larger of the two, a male whom was clearly related to something grander, near prehistoric as his girth made her question whether he truly was lupine, or a newly refound dire wolf. 
His irises reminded her of freshly born novae-

“With the spawn of Melphala’s taint, I am- and it is by the Dread Father’s purpose and my escort’s assist that I am alive, and well.” She would feed them the same names Marruz had fell upon her ears, and though they were no gods or goddesses, no daedric princes of her own, every Celestial and Ancient had multipurpose names...these were simply her friends, her family in the Above. In the stars, she had home. Here, she had to use manipulation, to enchant and possess to be free of the fangs of these mutant sized beasts. 

“Given to me by your Marruz, and I seek to lay them where their blood be strongest at.”

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But every sky will build my throne.

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