rainy
was my accent so good it had you fooled?
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The quiet clicking of heels sounded the empty palace's halls as the god walked aimlessly, bored and with an insatiable need for something stimulating. He never had much to do all by his lonesome in the vapid middle of a tundra, and he had long since completed doing what he could in the palace; decorating rooms with paintings and quick-withering flowers, furnishing each bedroom and ornamental space, reading every book and file he could in the archives. There were rooms littered with treasures and trophies he had collected from those he had felled in the past, a well-stocked armory that had golden, bedazzled guns of all sorts, and a pantry stocked with food that would not sate him. He had once even thought of starting a garden but dismissed the idea, as there would be no way he could cultivate one without the use of magic in the cold expanse.
The god figured he could use some fresh air, even if he didn't really need it. He wouldn't allow himself to wander much further than the perimeters of his castle, knowing well that doing so would only lead to ...disappointment. He stepped outside into the brisk air, watching the breath he exhaled through his mask cling to the air like a cloud of smoke. His very being had wisps of frost falling from him in small coils. The trees in the near distance were green with pine needles, softly swaying in the breeze. He shortly realized afterwards that this activity only made him yearn for more area to roam, and he imagined the other deities frolicking around with all the freedom they had. None of them were plagued with the insatiable need for souls, the lucky bastards. He sighed, leaning against one of the palace's iced walls.
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The quiet clicking of heels sounded the empty palace's halls as the god walked aimlessly, bored and with an insatiable need for something stimulating. He never had much to do all by his lonesome in the vapid middle of a tundra, and he had long since completed doing what he could in the palace; decorating rooms with paintings and quick-withering flowers, furnishing each bedroom and ornamental space, reading every book and file he could in the archives. There were rooms littered with treasures and trophies he had collected from those he had felled in the past, a well-stocked armory that had golden, bedazzled guns of all sorts, and a pantry stocked with food that would not sate him. He had once even thought of starting a garden but dismissed the idea, as there would be no way he could cultivate one without the use of magic in the cold expanse.
The god figured he could use some fresh air, even if he didn't really need it. He wouldn't allow himself to wander much further than the perimeters of his castle, knowing well that doing so would only lead to ...disappointment. He stepped outside into the brisk air, watching the breath he exhaled through his mask cling to the air like a cloud of smoke. His very being had wisps of frost falling from him in small coils. The trees in the near distance were green with pine needles, softly swaying in the breeze. He shortly realized afterwards that this activity only made him yearn for more area to roam, and he imagined the other deities frolicking around with all the freedom they had. None of them were plagued with the insatiable need for souls, the lucky bastards. He sighed, leaning against one of the palace's iced walls.