#anonymous-poetics

I’m unsure of what your asking exactly. What do you mean by using my structure?

I plan on working on Qunlat eventually, as I  have a tiny bit done for the language (you can search up the project qunlat tag if you like). However, I have absolutely no qualms about you doing your own project. If, however, you’d want to be part of the Thedas Language Project, then your own project would have to meet my standards. But aside from that, you’re very much more than welcome to use whatever resources I have to take a crack at any of the Dragon Age languages, or any fantasy language for that matter. 

With Peri still asleep, the Antichrist was keeping watch, green eyes wary as he sat in the window the god Mother once called a brother used to perch in. His brothers had their distractions. Companions that needed their attentions, comforts to keep them from facing a harsher reality in front of them.

Einon had no need for such comforts and distractions, nor did he care for them. He only had one need - to ensure the safety of those he deemed worth his feelings and care, and that was why he kept his eye upon to the half-dragon sleeping behind him. Even so, the presence of others was all over the room. Demons...one of death's agents (and if he didn't know any better, it was that one that shared a familiar appearance to the deceased god in question)...she was coping, and poorly at that, with Zirnitra's death. But he couldn't stop her, even if he wanted to. This was her own way of trying to attain comfort, even if he didn't like it.

Einon exhaled a sigh through his nose, watching leaves fall from the trees outside...and then something made him tense defensively. Death approaching. Not the same death like the presence in the room, either, this was a different magic, and outside, the grass browned and died at a rapid rate.

Lofi smiled softly and a faint burst of pink colored his cheeks, “I wouldst think thusly for ‘t is an acceptable reason to flee."