Noctisardor Bypass goddess of the hunt

vex isn’t sure if he believes in anything he can’t actually see, touch, experience. gods and goddesses and faith was asking a stretch of his imagination and sparked little but utter skepticism in him. still, vex’s gaze as she speaks, admitting that she had a ‘strange dream’ is soft, curious. notably different from the normal cold, cutting gaze he usually adopts with others. he tries, for her sake, to have an open mind as she talks about a wolf with antlers. no, i don’t think so. he murmurs when she asks if wolves could have antlers. if they did i’d probably try to hunt them. vex jokes with a snort and lets it falter soon thereafter not wanting to think he wasn’t taking her seriously.

because he was.

artemis, he repeats in a low rumble to himself, testing the strange but not entirely strange sounding name upon his tongue. there is something about it that holds a lulling sort of similarity to the adult rank titles of legion. it’s a strange connection he makes, without much validation on whether it was correct or not. where ever it came from, it wasn’t from kaertok’s language.

that doesn’t sound like dad’s language. vex surmises, tone hedging, ears fluttering back to rest at half mast atop his skull. he was fairly sure bear was something like nanuq. maybe it’s a sign or something. vex says, unaware how steeped in voodoo their bloodline is.

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