LAUGHING 'TIL OUR RIBS GET TOUGH | celestialrobbery

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crash and burn

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didn't mother warn you?

Although not quite a branch from the same tree, Celestialrobbery had her own feelings of doubt. Of misplacement. She was not one to settle down in a definite place, but safety in numbers was a tempting offer. Combined with the pull of the relic leading her feet forward, Celeste couldn't possibly say no.

Because that was what it boiled down to, huh? Just a search for the relics, a near-hopeless endeavor that Celeste had no other option but to pursue. A search for a circlet, a lamp, a spear, and a sword. A search for choice, for knowledge, for creation, and destruction. A search for powerful items bestowed upon this world by the Gods themselves, and most importantly a search Celeste had no other option but to take up.

For the first time in a while, the mutated feline thought deeply about the task at hand. The daunting journey. The relics and her search with no answers. For the first time in a while, but definitely not for the first time, Celeste questioned her journey.

Her eyes shifted red, fur began to glow, tears budding as she huffed loudly. Angrily.

And then she stormed right out of the camp.

now she's gonna mourn you!

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