Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180610044452

What a similar experience to what she is now facing. She alone... well.. techinally alone in a completely different plane than home. Though home was never much better than the current situation, and the situation at home is currently very much... shit. Faida could empathize for the man, even if she was only recently displaced the weight knowing her sisters could be dying or worse. While the people they've sworn to protect are gone, mutating into an another image...

Emrakul.

By Sigarda, just thinking about it made the angel feel noxious, and that she should shred it from her mind immediately and never think or speak of the titan again. But that was impossible, wasn't it? The eldrazi had left it's mark on her, and she had the scant feeling this was far from over. Even if the respite given would be long or short, it didn't matter did it?

"I know the f-feeling Janadian... I was a protector, from my p-plane's darkest inhabitants... Innistraid... it was bleak, u-unyielding in it's cruelty... the only h-hope were brave men and women, and us a-angels sworn to safeguard their lives... and their d-deaths. The only m-mercy, the Blessed S-Sleep, life of constant fear and sometimes torture, and than n-nothingness." Faida sighed as she watched the sun slowly dip over the horizon and darkness started to set into what once was previously light.