father of the flower

[farheavens]

The ground stretches towards the yawning deep in a defiantly eerie blue-white swathe as I inch my head, translucent crystals falling like diamond dust, from the charred rock beneath my cooling form. Svarog's breath comes crisp and sharp as toothed steel in swift procession from beyond the black veil of the west, keening and carrying it's grim

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[bird_mad_grrl]

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Thanks.