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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

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*naner who are the mods for this I forgot lol*

 *frick that’s not in the OP I also forgot…*

 *I know I'm one*

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 "Yes, It is lonel , but there are many gods out there, and many immortals"

 “And many futures of discussion.” Danadas lets out a light chuckle.

 "Correct"

 “Perhaps you may find yourself an Evangel?”

 "I cannot"

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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

 Bríz snaps and the gun they were carrying (I don't think guns exist yet, but Bríz has one from their backstory) turns into a small rock, which they shove into their pocket. They drift down to Danadas, telling their followers to turn around. 

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 "Yes, It is lonel , but there are many gods out there, and many immortals"

 “And many futures of discussion.” Danadas lets out a light chuckle.

 "Correct"

 “Perhaps you may find yourself an Evangel?”

 "I cannot"

 “How so?”

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 "Yes, It is lonel , but there are many gods out there, and many immortals"

 “And many futures of discussion.” Danadas lets out a light chuckle.

 "Correct"

 “Perhaps you may find yourself an Evangel?”

 "I cannot"

 “How so?”

 "I swore never to be seen by mortals"

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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

 Bríz snaps and the gun they were carrying (I don't think guns exist yet, but Bríz has one from their backstory) turns into a small rock, which they shove into their pocket. They drift down to Danadas, telling their followers to turn around. 

 The Papillon stop in their activities to watch Bríz descend. The smaller ones, who they can only assume to be children, rush to the side of their parents. One with an arm made of vine and wood turns to Danadas, who gives him a reassuring smile before the Winged Seer stepped forward with a bow in Bríz’s direction.

“Hello, Bríz. I do not believe we have met before.”

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 "Yes, It is lonel , but there are many gods out there, and many immortals"

 “And many futures of discussion.” Danadas lets out a light chuckle.

 "Correct"

 “Perhaps you may find yourself an Evangel?”

 "I cannot"

 “How so?”

 "I swore never to be seen by mortals"

 This brings genuine surprise to Danadas’s face. “May I ask why, or is it a sensitive topic?”

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 "Yes, It is lonel , but there are many gods out there, and many immortals"

 “And many futures of discussion.” Danadas lets out a light chuckle.

 "Correct"

 “Perhaps you may find yourself an Evangel?”

 "I cannot"

 “How so?”

 "I swore never to be seen by mortals"

 This brings genuine surprise to Danadas’s face. “May I ask why, or is it a sensitive topic?”

 "Simply so that I can't murder them in mass"

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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

 Bríz snaps and the gun they were carrying (I don't think guns exist yet, but Bríz has one from their backstory) turns into a small rock, which they shove into their pocket. They drift down to Danadas, telling their followers to turn around. 

 The Papillon stop in their activities to watch Bríz descend. The smaller ones, who they can only assume to be children, rush to the side of their parents. One with an arm made of vine and wood turns to Danadas, who gives him a reassuring smile before the Winged Seer stepped forward with a bow in Bríz’s direction.

“Hello, Bríz. I do not believe we have met before.”

 Bríz frowns. "You know my name. Have you heard of me? Or is this a power?" They survey the land around them and the people surrounding them. "You are a peaceful folk, I presume?"

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 "Yes, It is lonel , but there are many gods out there, and many immortals"

 “And many futures of discussion.” Danadas lets out a light chuckle.

 "Correct"

 “Perhaps you may find yourself an Evangel?”

 "I cannot"

 “How so?”

 "I swore never to be seen by mortals"

 This brings genuine surprise to Danadas’s face. “May I ask why, or is it a sensitive topic?”

 "Simply so that I can't murder them in mass"

 “Well I’m sure if they knew, they would thank you for the sacrifice.”

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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

 Bríz snaps and the gun they were carrying (I don't think guns exist yet, but Bríz has one from their backstory) turns into a small rock, which they shove into their pocket. They drift down to Danadas, telling their followers to turn around. 

 The Papillon stop in their activities to watch Bríz descend. The smaller ones, who they can only assume to be children, rush to the side of their parents. One with an arm made of vine and wood turns to Danadas, who gives him a reassuring smile before the Winged Seer stepped forward with a bow in Bríz’s direction.

“Hello, Bríz. I do not believe we have met before.”

 Bríz frowns. "You know my name. Have you heard of me? Or is this a power?" They survey the land around them and the people surrounding them. "You are a peaceful folk, I presume?"

 “No, yes, and mostly. I am Danadas, though my family tends to call me the Winged Seer at times. My eyes-” the patterns upon his wings blink the ‘pupils’ not staring at Bríz. “Can see everything that may come to be. Emphasis on may. The other day I was either going to be buried by a mountain or have a picnic with Michael.” He gestures to the Papillon beside him. “I’m glad it was the latter.”

Ren has woken up from her slumber and is now walking around her domain. *Rolling for creation points… 3. Anyone wanna rp?*

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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

 Bríz snaps and the gun they were carrying (I don't think guns exist yet, but Bríz has one from their backstory) turns into a small rock, which they shove into their pocket. They drift down to Danadas, telling their followers to turn around. 

 The Papillon stop in their activities to watch Bríz descend. The smaller ones, who they can only assume to be children, rush to the side of their parents. One with an arm made of vine and wood turns to Danadas, who gives him a reassuring smile before the Winged Seer stepped forward with a bow in Bríz’s direction.

“Hello, Bríz. I do not believe we have met before.”

 Bríz frowns. "You know my name. Have you heard of me? Or is this a power?" They survey the land around them and the people surrounding them. "You are a peaceful folk, I presume?"

 “No, yes, and mostly. I am Danadas, though my family tends to call me the Winged Seer at times. My eyes-” the patterns upon his wings blink the ‘pupils’ not staring at Bríz. “Can see everything that may come to be. Emphasis on may. The other day I was either going to be buried by a mountain or have a picnic with Michael.” He gestures to the Papillon beside him. “I’m glad it was the latter.”

 Bríz nods to Michael. “That’s quite interesting. What have you seen?”

*Also, fellow mods, can I roll for the days I was on but kinda forgot to roll?*

*I’m not a mod but Naner did yesterday so probably yes*

*Ahhh I forgot how much I've gotta read through to make a char*

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Bríz, archangel of love and war, is flying through the sky, followed by a flock of armored pegasi and Pegasi riders. They haven’t been seen in a long time, and today, their blonde hair is tied into a long braid, their scar slowly fading. Blue eyes peek out from under tangled hair. It has been years since the archangel was last seen. They have come again now, ready for anything. 

 Bríz notices a change of scenery since his last appearance below. New forests, new winds. A field of flowers surrounded and cut by a river which loops and intersects itself in infinite motion. Within this field, butterflies glide as Papillon of many ages rest and work and play amongst the flowers. A delightful scenery, though not what grabs the archangel’s eyes. Above the fields and before him, stones glide and cascade in chaotic harmony. No two are the same. One ripples like water as another’s metallic surface shines. Futures, that may or may not come to pass, trapped in time, forever floating in the Winged Seer’s domain.

Speaking of Danadas, he is with the Papillons, his head and false eyes turned to observe Bríz.

 Bríz snaps and the gun they were carrying (I don't think guns exist yet, but Bríz has one from their backstory) turns into a small rock, which they shove into their pocket. They drift down to Danadas, telling their followers to turn around. 

 The Papillon stop in their activities to watch Bríz descend. The smaller ones, who they can only assume to be children, rush to the side of their parents. One with an arm made of vine and wood turns to Danadas, who gives him a reassuring smile before the Winged Seer stepped forward with a bow in Bríz’s direction.

“Hello, Bríz. I do not believe we have met before.”

 Bríz frowns. "You know my name. Have you heard of me? Or is this a power?" They survey the land around them and the people surrounding them. "You are a peaceful folk, I presume?"

 “No, yes, and mostly. I am Danadas, though my family tends to call me the Winged Seer at times. My eyes-” the patterns upon his wings blink the ‘pupils’ not staring at Bríz. “Can see everything that may come to be. Emphasis on may. The other day I was either going to be buried by a mountain or have a picnic with Michael.” He gestures to the Papillon beside him. “I’m glad it was the latter.”

 Bríz nods to Michael. “That’s quite interesting. What have you seen?”

 He raises his arms to the sky and boulders. “Everything. I see the Odyssey being written. I see men’s war with the sun. I see a pinecone win against the god of war.” Michael lets out a light cough. “N-not all may c-come to pass.” Danadas lowers his hands, turning his head to smile upon his Evangel. “Correct. Even before he was born, a majority of Michael’s tales ended when he was only 19. But look at him, all here save for his limb lost to save his sister.”

You guys see an explosion of light. The original dark forest vanishes into the ground and is replaced by a 1150 square foot temperate boreal forest. It is eternally sunset, with the stars and moon just peeking over the horizon. Ren is out and wandering her domain. *Anyone wanna rp? Also, what do I roll for Creation Points?*