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Write in your Prompt:: Chaney struts up to the cart, grinning as thoughts pass of what goodies he could get. His ears jolt forward as he catches sight of the twins. “Weird, but this IS the place,” he says to himself. He arrives at the cart, stops, and glances between the twins, who pointedly ignore him. He’s about to say something to get their attention and see what’s going on, but he feels a strong sensation, almost like prickling along his spine. He looks towards the waterfall. His nostrils flare and his ears flick as he steps to the waterfall and passes through.
There he sees Tyndariai, much to his surprise. He approaches cautiously. Tyndariai puts their question to Chaney and waits. Chaney looks between the two heads. The Death Head catches his attention with the swirling smoke filled horn. Thus he addresses the Death Head directly with flashing eyes and speaks in a voice deeper than one would expect for one so small, “Though I bear your mark, my faith waivers at times. The gods play their games and we can only deal with the consequences. I know you keep balance, great one, and for that I thank you.” Chaney dips his head in reverence. He breathes deeply, passionate about his thoughts. He waits for Tyndariai’s response.
Write in your Prompt:: Chaney struts up to the cart, grinning as thoughts pass of what goodies he could get. His ears jolt forward as he catches sight of the twins. “Weird, but this IS the place,” he says to himself. He arrives at the cart, stops, and glances between the twins, who pointedly ignore him. He’s about to say something to get their attention and see what’s going on, but he feels a strong sensation, almost like prickling along his spine. He looks towards the waterfall. His nostrils flare and his ears flick as he steps to the waterfall and passes through.
There he sees Tyndariai, much to his surprise. He approaches cautiously. Tyndariai puts their question to Chaney and waits. Chaney looks between the two heads. The Death Head catches his attention with the swirling smoke filled horn. Thus he addresses the Death Head directly with flashing eyes and speaks in a voice deeper than one would expect for one so small, “Though I bear your mark, my faith waivers at times. The gods play their games and we can only deal with the consequences. I know you keep balance, great one, and for that I thank you.” Chaney dips his head in reverence. He breathes deeply, passionate about his thoughts. He waits for Tyndariai’s response.
