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lastgodHe could... remember dying. The slow death afforded him by Aldrich as he'd been devoured and his appearance adopted by the wretch. And yet he's thankful for it, it spares Yorshka whatever fate Aldrich and Sulyvahn might have given her.
This is not what he imagined death to be for one like him. In fact, he'd never imagined death, he was a god. The last god of Anor Londo, Gwyn's only remaining loyal child as far as he was aware. Gwynevere had left to marry and disappeared, his brother was erased from history, Filianore... he'd heard nothing of her in millenia.
And now he finds himself in the midst of the Plaza, gold helmet still (somehow) firmly in place and hiding his face down to his mouth, silver hair peeking out from the back under a sheer white fabric, not unlike silk. He's pale and wears white robes, accented with gold, long white gloves, and carries a catalyst for his magic. Instead of legs, onlookers will only find six snakes in their place, replacing his legs from the knees down.
Even with most of his face hidden, it's hard to ignore the sense of confusion emanating from the 'young man' standing there. He speaks up though.
"Is this... not Lordran?" No, it definitely isn't. And the god doesn't like that. "Is this where the gods spend their deaths?"
This is not what he imagined death to be for one like him. In fact, he'd never imagined death, he was a god. The last god of Anor Londo, Gwyn's only remaining loyal child as far as he was aware. Gwynevere had left to marry and disappeared, his brother was erased from history, Filianore... he'd heard nothing of her in millenia.
And now he finds himself in the midst of the Plaza, gold helmet still (somehow) firmly in place and hiding his face down to his mouth, silver hair peeking out from the back under a sheer white fabric, not unlike silk. He's pale and wears white robes, accented with gold, long white gloves, and carries a catalyst for his magic. Instead of legs, onlookers will only find six snakes in their place, replacing his legs from the knees down.
Even with most of his face hidden, it's hard to ignore the sense of confusion emanating from the 'young man' standing there. He speaks up though.
"Is this... not Lordran?" No, it definitely isn't. And the god doesn't like that. "Is this where the gods spend their deaths?"
