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Edited by Biocatarus-3: 5/2/2019 10:38:07 PM

~Scripture I: Hatch Day

~Previous: [i] Gift, hear me, listen. You have acknowledged his words, and now he has something for you in return.[/i] [b]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/b] [b]In Celebration of Hatch-day- Stated to forever define- by Deiparas, the War-Mother.[/b] Open your eyes, O child mine. Breathe, move your juvenile lungs back and forth, easy and slow. Open your eyes, and gaze upon your kin. They are just like you, small and weak, yet oh so special. You have been born for a divine purpose, to be a lasting shield against the vile sword. We live beneath a grand-star, a web of succulent Light that reaches out and binds bountiful worlds. It is called the Gift Mast. Within this stellar paradise lies a colony of tender folk, wanting, needy creatures called the Harmony. They are our food, a wellspring of desire upon which we play and consume. Our lives here are long and prosperous, and even longer is the carefree world beyond our bones. Here we are not hunted or preyed upon, not murdered and incinerated, here we are free. But cometh wretches that seek to feast and ravage the garden, to take what is ours and make it theirs. They are the Wormspawn, filth, Hive, an eternal all devouring pestilence upon the feeding grounds which we hold ever dear. They must end. The Harmony are fearful, the Gift Mast vulnerable, for we are too few. O child mine, you and your kin have been born to wipe away this plague, and kill it were it festers. In doing so you will grow fast and mature well, for this war shall be your bloody cradle, and inflicting death shall be your nourishment. I name you Abodu, End of Pestilence. Open your eyes, and feast forever. [i][b]???:[/b] ??? [/i]

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