Desreal: i approve. go anarchy; --

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“ Death is the only god that comes when you call. ”
- Roger Zelazny

That is excellent, the winds positively purr. They are shameless, my winds, in that they like him; it hurts them, but then, the winds care very little for pain. Because I am all for undermining, breaking, eating and digesting them, really.

Who knew there is such a thing as masochist elements?

Yay, world domination.

To be honest, I don’t know any of them, at least not well, I shrug. I have been doing this a lot. I wonder why; maybe I’m getting ill. Maybe I’m getting bored. Maybe I just want to actually do something other than watch the grass grow. But I have a responsibility towards the mountains, whether they like it or not. And they took something that doesn’t belong to them. Something of mine.

(it doesn’t; turns out grass can’t survive winter very well.)

Now, my kingdom excels in spies, but lacks in Golds, and obvious hint is obvious. I sometimes have a need to, ah, find helpful warriors to bail those who slip through the cracks out. Cue the batting of the lashes and other persuasive elements; though, to be honest, I am almost as much appeal as a dead fish. Not very pretty or feminine, I am not. Though, I am always open to ideas. Plans. Ways to destroy others. That sort of thing.

Ah well. One can’t have everything, yeah?

Not that I have anything against Solira, mind. It’s perfectly acceptable, even if it smells of fish and guano. But it isn’t mine. That lowers their rank quite a bit in my eyes and plus… nobody touches what belongs to me.

I’m a fair pony, methinks. I’m willing to negotiate, to the best of my ability.

Nobody.

FENRISULFR
an axe age, a sword age, shields will be cloven;
a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.