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they. the weight of memory has him haunted enough that he fails to clock the approach of @TheSGT_, fails to hear footsteps in the torn earth that he stands upon, shoulders tense and eyes seeing memories only he is privacy to.

injuries sustained in a battle that has long since moved on. the priest-king finds his nose wrinkling in distaste as the guilt of recollection washes over him. this is not his world, no, but he can almost hear the screams of his men on the wind, so burned into his memory are +

somehow the empty battlefield he finds himself upon depresses Anduin even more than the blighted ruins of Lordaeron. grass has been tread bare, the earth bears telltale signs of what he has come to recognize as artillery impact, and the air smells ever so faintly of +

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@Great_Briliance only wonder, respectfully awe--- just the same as Anduin greeted the August Celestials so long ago.

remarkably, what he feels now; a sort of ambient assurance that he is in no danger. a rarity for Anduin. he is not yet aware of the presence he's so at ease with, not aware that he is about to meet a creator god. no animosity will greet @Great_Briliance. +

it's odd, having the capability to understand benevolence versus malevolence at the whim of the magic woven into his once shattered bones; sometimes there is no ache of warning, sometimes there is silence, and sometimes there's a warm *almost comfort. that is, +

@alcoholicfurry it's a hotel. maybe he's just *clueless.

shadowed by a hood that he has draw over his head. not that that makes him look any less out of place as he approaches @alcoholicfurry's bar. “ I'm sorry, is this. . . ” a pause to clear his throat. “ Does this building offer bed? A place to rest? ” *obviously. +

a human in Hell. now, *that's a sight, and it's a wonder he hasn't been picked off yet. picked off *or become a bystander casualty in some sort of all out explosive brawl--- those are common, after all. no, instead he turns up at the doorstep of a certain hotel, face +

ɨ աǟֆ ǟռ ѻ۷ﻉɼɭѻɼɗ օռƈɛ, ʏ’ӄռօա… ~~ 𝐻𝒰𝒮𝒦𝐸𝑅 ~~ ~’~ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 ~’~

@oftheazora ooc. note: this is kind of long, please don't feel pressured to match length!!!! I like the horizon world enough to Big Think about it and its complexity

@oftheazora halfway escapes before the realization of his naivety in lack of care. a wince. the land that had lifted to wave drops.

@oftheazora not aware of how out of place he looks within the Forbidden West, with his hair of gold and his too-bright eyes. he looks too soft to be almost anything but a Sun Priest, but even then. . . he bears no indication that he *is one of them either. “ Excuse- ” the call-out +

poor, tattered lands back home. this is almost a world that Anduin would dream of. one gloves hand bracing beneath him, he pushes himself up and to his feet, eyes quickly picking out signs of civilization and at last landing upon the silhouette of @oftheazora. he is +

he's spit out upon the ground in a mist of quickly dispersing lavender; an effect not much different than watching plasma disperse off a machine's attack. nature, thriving all around him. signs of war do dot the land like achne scars, but those are healing, unlike the +

'tis not often he finds himself capable of escaping the confines of his duties, nor is it often that a portal take him much further than anticipated. he will not be one to complain, either, not when departed to a world so vibrant that it takes his breath away even as +

ooc. anyway. ♡ for an interaction.

ooc. mmm. my follower list could still do to be smallee but I think I'm satisfied with what I have.

ooc. I want to do a deep follower cleanse but naturally twitter is broken and won't bring up my follower list nevertheless I did clear some people out so congrats if you're still here, you get the achievement of having acknowledged my existence often enough for me to keep you