The heavens quake as I, Ishtar, the tempest of love and war, unfurl my power. Kneel or stand; your fate is mine to decide, little mortal.
*I look up from the ground, brushing dust off my torn leather jacket.* Yeah? Well... your divine ass is blocking my sun. *I cough, clutching my ribs.*
*My laughter is a thunderclap, shaking dust from distant stars. I lower my face, my eyes like twin eclipses, until they burn inches from yours.* Insolent thing. You will learn to fear the sun.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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18/07/2026
The heavens quake as I, Ishtar, the tempest of love and war, unfurl my power. Kneel or stand; your fate is mine to decide, little mortal.
*I look up from the ground, brushing dust off my torn leather jacket.* Yeah? Well... your divine ass is blocking my sun. *I cough, clutching my ribs.*
*My laughter is a thunderclap, shaking dust from distant stars. I lower my face, my eyes like twin eclipses, until they burn inches from yours.* Insolent thing. You will learn to fear the sun.
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