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THE  PAOL  DYNASTY  is one woven from gold, encrusted with pearls, and coated in deceit. arrogance sits on mighty shoulders and majesty pours from insidious lips. sapphire seas and violet skies encompass the paradisal kingdom, corralling its hubristic mortals within its prideful grip. poor, vengeful vainglory⏤⏤⏤how soon will it drown by its own bluster?

Lan & Yuna : A SPECIAL EDITION LOOK

He is not an angel who is loved. There are no shrines erected in his name, no prayers pleading for his favor. His name is etched throughout history, intertwined in the beginnings of this Millennium (and very likely, the end); but it is written in blood, stained by tears. Ilo the Terrible. Ilo the Feared. Ilo, the Celestial Being of War. Which mortal would be so foolish to worship him, this creature of ruination; this harbinger of devastation?

“And the hand that you reach out is empty, as mine is. You have nothing. You possess nothing. You own nothing. You are free. All you have is what you are, and what you give.” ― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

“WE ARE SLAVES TO THE GODS” - MILLENNIUM 

Victor, the prince of sun and sea. Victor, the pride of Paol. Victor, the betrayer of his birthright. Born into one title and freed by its loss. There was nothing to be done for that longing, that sureness in his blood⏤⏤⏤he is alive elsewhere, beyond the rays of the mortal sun and the singing waves of teal oceans.

Always sparkling and drenched: in jewels, in sweat, in attention. Waves of energy slide down your back to pool at your feet. You carry yourself through childhood with the glory of a young king, for what else can you be? Arrogance is a symptom of power, and you are infected.  A prized daughter of the most powerful family on Earth, endowed with a beautiful face and brilliant mind; why, it is only natural for you to want - and even more, to feel youdeserved. You have paintings in your head of the future you seek to build for your people - grand dreams upon even grander dreams.