All along the Boundless Creek, the butterfly folk known as Papillon, who ascended with the Winged Seer, rest. They all face the sparkling water, wings outstretched in a wall of united belief. The only gap in this impenetrable blind stands a singular man of their kind, his first limb, once of flesh and blood, now vine and leaf. Danadas turns to his devout followers, his people, and reaches to them. “Come, Michael.” With a shaky breath, the Papillon wades to the Winged Seer.
Michael takes the deity’s hand, an unsure smile upon their face. Danadas gives a warm one in return before pulling them into an embrace. They both turn to their comrades on shore. “Hear my words, my family. I teach you not much, for you taught and teach me much more. What I do say, I wish for you to remember.”
“Fate is not binding. Fate is not all knowing. I am not all knowing. When Michael came to us, I saw many futures where he met a demise. He himself saw these, foretold by the patterns of his wings. But no, he stands here today, his mind and soul whole, but sadly not in body. He persevered when fate claimed he was doomed. He survived. He has proven my sparse teachings, and now, he will take a high role amongst our family. He has more than earned it.”
The two turn to each other, tears at the edge of Michael’s eyes. With a whisper only the two may hear, the Winged Seer takes Michael and lowers him into the stream. The Papillon’s watch as Michael rises, still the same, but now an Evangel of Danadas. An Evangel of Prophecy.
I mean, sign me up!
…and his brother loved worms.
Epic! Wanna plan here or in PMs?
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Prob PM’s
…and his brother loved worms.
Beep bop
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Sorta want to make a Tarran ABCs.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
All along the Boundless Creek, the butterfly folk known as Papillon, who ascended with the Winged Seer, rest. They all face the sparkling water, wings outstretched in a wall of united belief. The only gap in this impenetrable blind stands a singular man of their kind, his first limb, once of flesh and blood, now vine and leaf. Danadas turns to his devout followers, his people, and reaches to them. “Come, Michael.” With a shaky breath, the Papillon wades to the Winged Seer.
Michael takes the deity’s hand, an unsure smile upon their face. Danadas gives a warm one in return before pulling them into an embrace. They both turn to their comrades on shore. “Hear my words, my family. I teach you not much, for you taught and teach me much more. What I do say, I wish for you to remember.”
“Fate is not binding. Fate is not all knowing. I am not all knowing. When Michael came to us, I saw many futures where he met a demise. He himself saw these, foretold by the patterns of his wings. But no, he stands here today, his mind and soul whole, but sadly not in body. He persevered when fate claimed he was doomed. He survived. He has proven my sparse teachings, and now, he will take a high role amongst our family. He has more than earned it.”
The two turn to each other, tears at the edge of Michael’s eyes. With a whisper only the two may hear, the Winged Seer takes Michael and lowers him into the stream. The Papillon’s watch as Michael rises, still the same, but now an Evangel of Danadas. An Evangel of Prophecy.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!