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Dormition of Peace
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Dormition of PeaceZemna had been watching the fight from afar, not wanting to attack someone that was on her side. She decided to help Spiri, so she ran over towards Dusk and used Thunder.

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
Flick had been flying away from the base when he noticed some crashing nearby where he was flying. He saw what looked like a darker version of him with....my helix was that Eraqus? They appeared to be fighting three of his...allies? He flew down lower, but stayed careful to avade detection.
Fyssi grunted response. " S'all right." She was beginning to worry about November, Spiri, and the stranger. She'd hoped they'd ve back by now....
Morrigan snarled, giving Dusk a baleful and wary look. Lucky alphahole. Gira was fighting an opponent that she should have taken care of years ago. Things just got complicated. While she did not want to be rash - or reckless to the point of a certain knockout, she would not stand by while her lover got tortured. Then again, her quarrel was not just with Akuma. Not anymore. It was obvious how much Yvetal, biologically and by lore, hated her creator. She hated him them choosing her to represent death while her dear sister was the emblem of life. She hated them for forcing her biologically to suffer an excruciating death every 50 years. Beside her, November swore, eyes full of exasperation and utter shock. His mouth moved for words that would not come out. She knew the Articuno didn’t stand a chance against either one of them.
Morrigan fixed her gaze on the god, her eyes dancing sanguine red as lightning wreathed her in an embodiment of her wrath. It overpowered her mental reason for a moment as a red mist bled over her vision. She knew that Akuma would not settle until he got her head and blood. But Mor was not- after centuries of suffering - going to give in that easily. Eraqus knew that, too. She drew her wings up and close, an avian show of pride. Giving him a glance of the hell-hound that lay beneath, she said in a voice like cold death, “I shall take that honor, if you shall thus phrase it.”
"That matters not anymore." They murmured, lifting one hand to gingerly press their thumb and middle finger together. "I will recreate you again and make you see the wonders of what I have given you. I will shape you lovingly once more and lead you down the proper road this time. I have learned from my errors and I will make it all right. I promise. But I must wipe the slate clean before any of that can come to pass." Before them, ice began to form, water crystallizing into shards and mist. Their emerald eyes blazed with conviction as they sent a beam of ice hurtling towards the embodiment of death

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•