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ᴋᴏʟᴛɪʀᴀ ·sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ· ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ (
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2016-05-14 01:40 am (UTC)
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[ He scowls. ]
There was no
delight
in my passing. I was killed, and forcibly raised. My existence is an aberration, but one I must contend with daily, nevertheless.
[ At the mention of Pomarr, his agitation deepens; his long ears flick back, like an angry cat. ]
From what we know, Pomarr, too, is an aberration.
[ I.e., undead, same as he is. ]
Her plan to 'revive' her people cannot be permitted, either.
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There was no delight in my passing. I was killed, and forcibly raised. My existence is an aberration, but one I must contend with daily, nevertheless.
[ At the mention of Pomarr, his agitation deepens; his long ears flick back, like an angry cat. ]
From what we know, Pomarr, too, is an aberration.
[ I.e., undead, same as he is. ]
Her plan to 'revive' her people cannot be permitted, either.