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When one consciously chooses to walk the path of a deity, at what point must one ask oneself questions about religiosity, and about the difference between pragmatism and piety? Is the prudent choice to take note of a powerful being's actions itself a form of worship, tacitly falling in line through mere acknowledgement of the deity's influence? Perhaps it was difficult to say how Raymond felt on the issue.What he knew, at least, was that in the shadow of murderous wings and under the threat of the sea's depthless wrath, he - the mortal - had perishingly few options, and survival served him better than ideological purity.
So when the night mother came a-calling, the red stallion answered with silent intrigue rather than awed enthusiasm, teeth set on edge by the lingering presence of thunderbirds overhead and the seeming nonchalance with which she moved about in spite of them. Her perspective of the natural and biological disasters that had done their best to bring her kingdom low was wholly alien. Yet more proof, then, that gods could never fully be trusted where the affairs of mortals were concerned, even in times they tried to be inspiring.
I guess that kind of answers his previous line of thinking.
Raymond looked up as he was bidden, watching the occasional occlusion of twinkling starlight by the circling thunderbirds, and for a moment he said nothing. An optimist's heart might have grasped in the exchange some assurance of Denocte's indomitable spirit, how even amongst the stormy threat of death and dismemberment a glimmer of hope persisted in the heavens. Raymond could imagine such an outlook, but his view was far less poetic. He hadn't come this far by virtue of fine poetry.
"Targets," he replied blandly, unconcerned with how unimaginative such an answer might make him seem. Until the thunderbirds were dead or gone, their destruction and the defense of Denocte were his primary concerns, and unless Caligo intended to turn them all into turtledoves now that she had an audience he intended to keep his preoccupations.
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Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
Raymond
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around.
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