Post by FREDA LOVECHILD on Jan 25, 2016 23:56:14 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rain"]She wasn't here to worship the God of Light, she didn't care for him or his charming looks. She was here for a different purpose entirely, she was here to pray to the God of Magic. It couldn't hurt to seek help with her powers. She was strong, she knew, but her powers were stronger than her will. They preyed on her emotions, fueling from the deepest and rawest of them. [break][break] She knelt before an alter. She had done this many times with her mother before, but still it felt strange and foreign to her. She was never religious like her mother was. "I, Freda Lovegood, pray to the God of Magic for guidance and help in the most dire of situations. I am a child seeking guidance." Was this how it was supposed to go? Fuck.[break][break] FAWCETT |
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