Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190601010005

“My mantel?” Pramool turns his cheek away from the goddess’ hand, remaining imbedded in the rock he was hurled into. His sharp teeth are bare as he smiles wide with amusement. “You can only imitate it’s concept. It’s brutality. You stray from the path set before you, to avoid your irrelevance. As such you can never inherit my sphere. Only a being willing to become irrelevant, can govern it. You will imitate me, you will pretend to be me, but you will only quicken your path to obscurity.”

“Leave me to my work, little sister. Your banter has distracted me long enough from it.”