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Resin
11-27-2021, 09:09 PM
"The thing about plagues is that strength doesn't matter." A gruff voice from across the darkness called out to the man as he built the fire. "The strong are just as susceptible as the weak. An equalizer, truly." It seemed that Sirius was just as powerless against it as the rest of the world. It was a pity. Resin had never held ill will towards the man. Stepping out of the darkness and towards the fire, the ash and obsidian woman approached. "Sirius," she greeted gruffly. He looked tired and worn, but he was alive and in much better shape than many he'd seen. Her singular sulfur gaze shifted to her own mark etched in the obelisk. "You've called me here, I see." Dark ears shifted forward. "What weighs upon your mind?" If he needed help or guidance, she would supply it while she was able. One could never tell when the world would shift and she would be sucked away into nothingness again. "Resin"
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