
Posted by mc. FANTOME on February 9, 2009, 1:53 pm, in reply to "thread."
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Fantome follows Sterling’s sight along the horizons to the languid clouds that sleep in the far off distances. He feels no remorse for having left the mountains, and he toys with the breezes of the desert – delighting in his newfound abilities. The desert can become exactly what he yearned for so long ago when he was a captive here with Water and Air at his beckon.
“Do you want it to rain?” Fantome inquires of Sterling, his ears and eyes flickering to him. “Because I can make it rain.”
The ghost could make Ni’Srilan identical to Solira in short order, flooding the place with Nendasapsa and Nightrain until everything was drowning. Despite disliking the gruesome heat, Fantome does not often call his abilities to put on a show – they come to him in moments of distress – though he would call them now if Sterling asks. A low ‘hmm’ sighs from his nostrils and nearly instantly do the clouds begin to course towards them, changing from dove-grey to the color of dried blood and the blue-black of midnight.
OOC – jebus, that stank XD sorry!
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