May. 7th, 2017 at 3:24 PM
War had gone a little insane over the last decade. There were so many fucking ups and downs and wishy washy talks of peace it was making her sick and who was she to be held responsible for her behavior? She had one job, one purpose and to be continually denied that was the biggest cock tease of all time and just when War thought she couldn't take it anymore (horse lost, sword not in existence) and had started building her own bomb out of pieces from her personal collection something changed.
Russia, the sleeping bear, had woke and stood on it's hind legs. The delightful little xenophobes in North Korea had pushed forward with their nuclear weapons and America had elected an angry orange for it's president, it was wonderful!
"I put him back together for you."
War eyed the other entity warily, she could feel that this one was at least partially responsible for current events and while she could appreciate that, she would not, could not, believe that this new thing had done what the Creator had not.
Malachai snorted, pawing at the ground as the not-girl stroked his neck. Her hand, white and dainty, looked disarmingly perfect against the red-rust of the horse's coat.
"You were small and useless last time I saw you."
Izzy snickered and smacked Malachai on his hindquarters. The horse, more irritated than startled, made it's way to War and tried to bite his true master but was smacked brutally on the nose.
"Be seeing you, Christian."
"Later, blondie."
Russia, the sleeping bear, had woke and stood on it's hind legs. The delightful little xenophobes in North Korea had pushed forward with their nuclear weapons and America had elected an angry orange for it's president, it was wonderful!
"I put him back together for you."
War eyed the other entity warily, she could feel that this one was at least partially responsible for current events and while she could appreciate that, she would not, could not, believe that this new thing had done what the Creator had not.
Malachai snorted, pawing at the ground as the not-girl stroked his neck. Her hand, white and dainty, looked disarmingly perfect against the red-rust of the horse's coat.
"You were small and useless last time I saw you."
Izzy snickered and smacked Malachai on his hindquarters. The horse, more irritated than startled, made it's way to War and tried to bite his true master but was smacked brutally on the nose.
"Be seeing you, Christian."
"Later, blondie."