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Truly, Ezrael had lost count of the amount of times he had found himself laying on the ground that day. Had it even been a day?, Perhaps cycle was a better word for it. This time though, he didn't have the will to lift himself up. Or the urge. If anything else was coming, it would have showed up by now. And if it was going to, then it could Sit and Wait it's goddamn turn. Because this cervitaur needed to lay down.
He did, he was already doing it after their... Hurried, to put it lightly, entrance to the mine. He found himself laying on his side. So next he focused on untangling his legs, and rolled onto his back. In the last few hours his mind had been through entirely too much. So he rested on his back, legs sort of in the air. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and let out a relieved bleat. His antlers made laying down awkward, but he did it anyway.
So five, em... four people could imitate the aura? Bioscan? Of a god. Not literally a god, but technically and in practice he could act like one. So he was one. A mortal being with immense power, and a beautiful name, Alaxel. Back in Ezrael's time he would have gathered quite a following and conquered lands. For sure. He looked forward to meeting him. Starbreath, a glorious name. Fit for a warrior. Even if their current location? Didn't sound fond of him. Whatever that voice had been.
His anxiety did make sure to remind him, too. That while the rest of the abilities that had been added up to emulate Alaxel's presence were unique from his companions... His lance wasn't. Ezra himself was just a bearer, an avatar? For it. It was something he'd have to accept, it seemed. The rest were more powerful than anything. The youngest in particular. But Ezra wasn't, and it was something to keep in mind.
Even if they suddenly had the need to move rapidly, Ezra was confident Jace could drag him along again... Ugh. His ear twitched. There were words to be had with his companions. The closest to him was Circe. He reached to tap her where he could reach from the floor, with his hand.
"Hey? How are you keeping up?" He asked, his voice a bit raspy.
He did, he was already doing it after their... Hurried, to put it lightly, entrance to the mine. He found himself laying on his side. So next he focused on untangling his legs, and rolled onto his back. In the last few hours his mind had been through entirely too much. So he rested on his back, legs sort of in the air. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and let out a relieved bleat. His antlers made laying down awkward, but he did it anyway.
So five, em... four people could imitate the aura? Bioscan? Of a god. Not literally a god, but technically and in practice he could act like one. So he was one. A mortal being with immense power, and a beautiful name, Alaxel. Back in Ezrael's time he would have gathered quite a following and conquered lands. For sure. He looked forward to meeting him. Starbreath, a glorious name. Fit for a warrior. Even if their current location? Didn't sound fond of him. Whatever that voice had been.
His anxiety did make sure to remind him, too. That while the rest of the abilities that had been added up to emulate Alaxel's presence were unique from his companions... His lance wasn't. Ezra himself was just a bearer, an avatar? For it. It was something he'd have to accept, it seemed. The rest were more powerful than anything. The youngest in particular. But Ezra wasn't, and it was something to keep in mind.
Even if they suddenly had the need to move rapidly, Ezra was confident Jace could drag him along again... Ugh. His ear twitched. There were words to be had with his companions. The closest to him was Circe. He reached to tap her where he could reach from the floor, with his hand.
"Hey? How are you keeping up?" He asked, his voice a bit raspy.
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