The Lunar Anathema you hunted... I saw the memory, though, and—whoever they were, they certainly attacked you first, though... when one is hunted, maybe trying to turn the tables seems like the best course of action. I don't know.
Though—I remember someone who could turn into a sort of beast, who seemed to... have her wits more about her, now that I think of it.
[ Where does he even begin to unpack all that? Should he even try? The person with the same name as the one on his profile was mentioned? WHERE DOES EVEN START??? ]
I, uhm...
[ If he had any questions, then he's currently at a loss for words to try and ask them, especially since he's also trying to keep recording all of this. ]
me: frantically fllipping through the intro to fangs at the gate
They're, ah... well, from what you describe, changed in the later days of the world, perhaps. We knew them as our staunchest allies who fought the Primordials alongside us, changing fluidly from shape to shape as best befit the task before them, driven by their great passions and great rage at the way things were to accomplish great deeds.
A number of my fellows made political marriages with them, too, after the war, to quell a spate of infighting. I... do know that most of those who did fell alongside us.
[ still low, focused on her thoughts, her brows lightly furrowed ]
I could... show you my own memory. Of a Wyld Hunt. Perhaps that would allow you to confirm whether the.... individual.... we killed was possessed, or if he was insead one of Luna's Chosen.
[ she glances sideways at Amaranth, and looks back a little suspiciously at Gryphon Salient; since when has Amaranth had the "doubt" emotion because this feels wrong??? ]
[ He watches with trepidation, and then an expression of recognition and then concern crosses his face as the Anathema enters the memory. ]
That—that was one of the Lunar exalted, though... perhaps a later incarnation, one that I'm not familiar with. Though, I... don't have the context to know why you were at odds.
[ and then turns to Amaranth— ]
The only sort of exaltation there I don't recognize is you, actually. What are you?
...I suppose it's not so strange, that other gods would have their own exalted, though I can't say that I've heard of such a thing happening. But it seems time has gone on a great deal without me, and many things have changed—and you've believed me on things that must sound far stranger to you.
No, I wouldn't say–well, there was no such thing as this concept of "anathema" in our age. What you have, though, seems a great gift.
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Though—I remember someone who could turn into a sort of beast, who seemed to... have her wits more about her, now that I think of it.
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I, uhm...
[ If he had any questions, then he's currently at a loss for words to try and ask them, especially since he's also trying to keep recording all of this. ]
me: frantically fllipping through the intro to fangs at the gate
A number of my fellows made political marriages with them, too, after the war, to quell a spate of infighting. I... do know that most of those who did fell alongside us.
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[ still low, focused on her thoughts, her brows lightly furrowed ]
I could... show you my own memory. Of a Wyld Hunt. Perhaps that would allow you to confirm whether the.... individual.... we killed was possessed, or if he was insead one of Luna's Chosen.
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Very well.
[ A few quick navigations through her phone's menu... and then this memory plays once more.
Throughout it all, Amaranth sits almost stiffly, watching Gryphon's expression. ]
i'm cutting the line because everyone else has already seen this one
That—that was one of the Lunar exalted, though... perhaps a later incarnation, one that I'm not familiar with. Though, I... don't have the context to know why you were at odds.
[ and then turns to Amaranth— ]
The only sort of exaltation there I don't recognize is you, actually. What are you?
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Not Anathema unless you're an Immaculate with a rod up your ass, if that's what you mean. [ voice too taut, like the string of a lyre about to snap ]
I am... [ a careful exhale ]
...the Chosen of a war god. Which god, or how I came to take the second breath, though, I cannot say.
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No, I wouldn't say–well, there was no such thing as this concept of "anathema" in our age. What you have, though, seems a great gift.
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In truth, I do not question its worth.
But everything I have thought I knew about the purpose of Exaltation is now unsettled.
...So.