no longer bound to the humanity from where they came, their camaraderie more closely shared with the landscape--rivers, mountains and forests.
the marks they leave no longer of the souls they help, but claws on stones and trees.
prayers fall on deaf ears.
no longer bound to the humanity from where they came, their camaraderie more closely shared with the landscape--rivers, mountains and forests.
the marks they leave no longer of the souls they help, but claws on stones and trees.
prayers fall on deaf ears.
none of the faces in their temples are of those they recognize anymore. as their followers spread and grow, they become slowly more disconnected from those whose belief birthed the them in the first place.
none of the faces in their temples are of those they recognize anymore. as their followers spread and grow, they become slowly more disconnected from those whose belief birthed the them in the first place.