Touch of Sepia
Artisan of the Vital Tincture
- Location
- Connecticut
A being as complex and multifaceted as a Yozi, even broken, containing a dozen or more frames of thought in real time. How must they feel in the face of even the Infernals? Affronted, sickened but overflowing with pride, thought fatally humbled, when one scrapes low and beseeches mysteries imbued upon an infantile mind. What must they think when these flawed beings, awarded pure and infallible shards of their greatest creations, crawl within their prison and presume to understand them and their needs - when the door is yet open to them? How must they cope, their psyche having always portrayed every defining thought or feeling as it's own being, yet forced to work alongside entities they contempt and revile? How do they check these parts of themselves? Can they?
((My thought's after reading Aleph's posts about adventures in Malfeas )
((My thought's after reading Aleph's posts about adventures in Malfeas )
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