@BloodiedProdxgy A nagging feeling.
That's all. If you believe yourself worthy enough, Septimont is hosting a competition for those to fight in the ring.
You are welcome to come.
@BloodiedProdxgy | She just stands there, still within that position of anger, despite not feeling an ounce of it.
As she taps her arm a few times before letting out a gentle sigh. |
@BloodiedProdxgy | There is just silence. She is just human, but she is one of the strongest humans in all of Septimont. The one who claimed the title of Ephor. Yet that silence is not without a glare that was as dangerous the blade she had forged. |
@BloodiedProdxgy and took it for my own.
| Her toned arms were crossed, that tapping only grew. |
My memories, I recall of you.
Came with that terror that wash over my home.
@BloodiedProdxgy | Augusta just glares now at the other. Her hard work to get where she was despite EVERYTHING that had happened, everything she endured. |
I learned fear. I embraced it.
I learned failure. I overcame it.
I accepted my weakness, and found strength
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@BloodiedProdxgy | Augusta just stares at Ivetta. It is clear she is fighting back the urge to just strike her down, that finger on her arm tapping her elbow repeatedly. |
And how do you intend to show me then.
Hmmm?
@BloodiedProdxgy | Augusta's eyes merely narrow harsher. |
Then I will shatter your play.
I will tear every word off its pages.
I will ruin the foundation of this twisted, masquerade you have paraded around my homeland.
When I do? Remember or not.
I am coming for you.
@BloodiedProdxgy | There is static in the air once more, and Augusta's eyes narrow. Its scary how it even visibly forms around them. One wrong move and it could shock one's entire body. |
So. It is you.
@BloodiedProdxgy Sure. My status as Ephor is as high as it comes, but I wasn't born on my throne. I crawled in the muck, I bled like anyone else.
My importance is in status only.