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⊙ Cleansing Flames ⊙
"The god with his black dragon descends upon the flames, turning wind into a crimson blaze.
The fire burns atop the mountain, while the faithful gather to pray, hoping to awaken the blessed soul."
gusts of wind. As the villagers beg and pray for salvation, the god silently raises his hand and produces a sharp blade from the wind. As the wind blade shoots out from the god's hand, the hideous laughter also abruptly ends..."
⊙ Frosty Winter ⊙
"During a snowy winter, the wind god has donned a warm outfit. And from the shrine in the mountain, he throws a soft glace to his followers."
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ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ
♡ small, starter
⟲ to spread the word
♡+⟲ DM for a possible plot
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A small rest in the company of tranquil scenery, the spirit sat.
Though the day’s heat grew, a cool breeze was ever present.
That was all he could do for now, but it was something.
A smile as the dragon’s serpentine body coiled loosely around him,
Tea growing cold in his hands.