"Now that isn't fair...its as if you ditched us entirely." The guardian shrugged, and looked into the maw of his prison. Incomparable to the others, his clarity was unaltered, more so he lavished in what it was the he saw.
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"If we don't resume responsibility for our own actions and misfortunes, how can we call ourselves...men, people."
His ring began to spin siphoning off the mist that surrounded him. Engaged in fastening and tying everything around him, this his aperture of which was often overlooked. The mist didn't clear, but it was becoming of a different push and pull. Guided by Oraforge, his becoming the epicenter through which they were manifesting.
"Give us strength, when we have nothing. Even if we are surrounded by perpetual nothing, courage to endure, hope to maintain calm, and let the adversity we may face, be dismantled by our hearts, will, and conscious as one."
Smashing his fist, he halved a silvery outlook, surrounding him a perpetuation of the raw silver. In a fight for territory with the blue silvery mist, was his more opaque gray-silvery mist. The strongest qualities of both mankind and metakind coursed through Oraforge as his bold stature faced the gruff and foreboding omni-figure.
"We can't live as gods or become them, but imperfection is what makes us true gods."
He lifted his palm, sending his counter-mist to fly, constructing around the holy embodiment, effectively in dual ascension of converting that which ebbed off and stemmed from Oraforge's multitude of strings. These very same strings that flowed out of the ring on his back along with his mist, began to fasten and tie indefinitely. Essentially what he tied into began to harmonize with him, of which included the surrounding figures.
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"If we don't resume responsibility for our own actions and misfortunes, how can we call ourselves...men, people."
His ring began to spin siphoning off the mist that surrounded him. Engaged in fastening and tying everything around him, this his aperture of which was often overlooked. The mist didn't clear, but it was becoming of a different push and pull. Guided by Oraforge, his becoming the epicenter through which they were manifesting.
"Give us strength, when we have nothing. Even if we are surrounded by perpetual nothing, courage to endure, hope to maintain calm, and let the adversity we may face, be dismantled by our hearts, will, and conscious as one."
Smashing his fist, he halved a silvery outlook, surrounding him a perpetuation of the raw silver. In a fight for territory with the blue silvery mist, was his more opaque gray-silvery mist. The strongest qualities of both mankind and metakind coursed through Oraforge as his bold stature faced the gruff and foreboding omni-figure.
"We can't live as gods or become them, but imperfection is what makes us true gods."
He lifted his palm, sending his counter-mist to fly, constructing around the holy embodiment, effectively in dual ascension of converting that which ebbed off and stemmed from Oraforge's multitude of strings. These very same strings that flowed out of the ring on his back along with his mist, began to fasten and tie indefinitely. Essentially what he tied into began to harmonize with him, of which included the surrounding figures.