07-06-2018, 04:47 PM
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Stellas suffered from the delusion he was some sort of invincible, omnipotent being. He of course, was not. The history behind this mentality was a long story.
The small white feline had his wide ghosty pink gaze on Izuku. He came blended in pretty well with the surroundings, very quiet. Drawing to a rather elegant halt in front of them; unlike the feline before him, Stellas had quite the booming voice when he chose to use it. Formerly, it was best put to use announcing rows upon rows faithfuls - looking for their god.
He is (and was) to reiterate, no such thing.
Looking over the herbs with interest, he tucks his tail over his frostbitten paws and moves his eyes over them. He's silent for quite some time, looking over Izuku themselves. You'd get the vibe he was looking right into their soul. He wasn't - but he thought they had very pretty eyes! Izuku was a very pretty boy, but Stellas verbalized none of this.
A paw moves to the herbs, and he places one on the greenest one he could say.
[color=white]"My gaze beholds a green hue unlike any other I have seen before. Peasant-" He draws a deep breath and begins to smack the herb with a paw like a child demanding food. "Peasant! What does this one do? I must inquire - the thirst for knowledge your god has is boundless. Educate me." His voice is very deep for such a small cat.
He's unable to recognize his own injury - his brain is chemically incapable of firing his singular neuron between the two synapses in his empty skull that declares: Dumb cunt! Thy doft be injured.
Stellas suffered from the delusion he was some sort of invincible, omnipotent being. He of course, was not. The history behind this mentality was a long story.
The small white feline had his wide ghosty pink gaze on Izuku. He came blended in pretty well with the surroundings, very quiet. Drawing to a rather elegant halt in front of them; unlike the feline before him, Stellas had quite the booming voice when he chose to use it. Formerly, it was best put to use announcing rows upon rows faithfuls - looking for their god.
He is (and was) to reiterate, no such thing.
Looking over the herbs with interest, he tucks his tail over his frostbitten paws and moves his eyes over them. He's silent for quite some time, looking over Izuku themselves. You'd get the vibe he was looking right into their soul. He wasn't - but he thought they had very pretty eyes! Izuku was a very pretty boy, but Stellas verbalized none of this.
A paw moves to the herbs, and he places one on the greenest one he could say.
[color=white]"My gaze beholds a green hue unlike any other I have seen before. Peasant-" He draws a deep breath and begins to smack the herb with a paw like a child demanding food. "Peasant! What does this one do? I must inquire - the thirst for knowledge your god has is boundless. Educate me." His voice is very deep for such a small cat.
He's unable to recognize his own injury - his brain is chemically incapable of firing his singular neuron between the two synapses in his empty skull that declares: Dumb cunt! Thy doft be injured.
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