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bringer of peace,
her presence was more often
a hassle than not
for she was the announcer of the solar eclipse, meant to be against them, but the clan of the belligerent have awoken her compassion.
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she never was one of them and she never will be. for her loyalty lays elsewhere, somewhere more ambiguous than the sun would ever be.
her whispers of sweet nothings
clouded their minds
and hearts alike
she was a temptress; the mistress of manipulation for she could see through them. from deep within she feasts on their desires.
they were prey and she the siren, who dragged them deeper and deeper into the insanity that was her seduction.
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no one could ever compare to the pristine beauty that she is, flawless and unclouded
she seemed timid, meak even, and yet she was deceitful; her shy glances a mere illusion; it was a gentle form of dominance.
born from aurora herself, she was the truest form of purity. her decisions hold up to a clear codex, one that cannot be ignored.
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it is the mind of the wicked that makes or break the order of war
clinging weapons, agony-filled screams, drying blood; it is the battlefield he calls home, for he was born in it.
his strategies always helps them win, for his mind is either a place of noble solutions or diabolical malice.
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she was the overseer of many, guiding each and everyone to a life of justice
she was bound to a life in fellowship. but the hands that tried to mold her into something she was not never reached her soul.
only knowledge shaped her heart, mind and soul. the scholars of the world worshipped her fierceness and never-ending hope.
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to be in the favour of the gods, salvation never seemed easier to grasp
he was the reputed voice of reason; the last to pass judgement. but heavy lies the burden of a virtue so twisted.
distrusted by gods and humans alike, he was the double-edged sword of pity and death blow; the complexity of his mercy.
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siren of the heart,
remind them of their past with the eternity of music
she was a blessing and a curse alike, for she did not allow them to forget; even with the alternation of her melodies.
she was luring darkness and heartfelt light. a reminder of her own past, her songs of old tales always kept her rooted.
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his origin lies within desires, his imagination could change their entire world
either spoken or written, words were the power he thrived from. he was the master of expression, an alluring trance for the ear.
his poetry could touch the heart in all its places. for he could turn even the most virtuous thoughts into sinful cravings.
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