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They eyed her up and down with a half-smirk.

Striking, yes; and unfamiliar, although something in the way she carried herself was engaging to the dragon-turned-human. They approached; a little cautious, but they were almost dangerously curious. And so here they were, pausing nearby.

@igneacor​  --  ‘  all  of  life  is  slightly  dependent  on  magic .  so  is  death .  ’    //    *   ‘ 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ’  

       >> ⚔️ <<          THE ADDITIONAL AMULET    is held tight in his grasp for a moment,    thinking on his next words carefully just as much as he was    mulling over  the truth of her words.    they weren’t wrong at all,   something he    BEGRUDGINGLY KNEW DEEPLY    knew about   ---    all    to    well. 

   ❝ i’m telling you, that is not the best way to go. ❞

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CrEeAaK

The roots all around him moaned and groaned, the wood slowly growing and expanding as it stretched out further in search of water and nourishment. It was almost inaudible unless your ears were attuned to it, and after several hundred years, Loki had become accustomed to the sound. At times it was like white noise, he barely noticed it as he chatted away to the termites and woodlice that crawled in the darkness, or to the apparitions he would create with his magic so he would have some companionship. 

At other times, all he could hear was the groaning of the roots, and it was maddening, It reminded him that he was stuck here, that Odin had left him to this cruel fate. He’d been tossed away, locked here in this place like he had meant nothing. Odin had once claimed Loki was mistaken in thinking he wasn’t loved. Well, it that were true, he wouldn’t have been put here now would he?

Loki wasn’t sure how long he’d been here. At first he had marked the days as they passed, or what he’d believed was days passing by. It was hard to tell when there was no light to differentiate between day and night. After a couple of years had passed, he’d stopped counting, and now he had lost all sense of time. No one else was here, this prison was for him and him alone, and no one came to visit him. He doubted anyone but Odin even knew he was here. 

Loki was, what he had always been....

She wasn’t supposed to be in here. Nobody was. The shrine had long since gone forgotten, the ancient wooden emple falling to ruins. It was a miracle the roof hadn’t caved in yet. But she was tired of people, and tired of smiling, and -- perhaps most importantly -- her curiosity gnawed at her until she gave in. So past the village walls, down the grown-over road, and through the thin tree line she went, until she entered the dusty ruin.