Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-29458028-20141029113104

Louis continued to look at the stars, where he knew his world existed, where he knew he truly belonged. Oblivion, not Mundus.

He remembered many of his memories, such as charging at the head of all the Aurorans, his sword in his hand, his powers flowing all around him, clad in ornate golden armor. Six flaming wings adorned his back.

Louis had destroyed many animi that day. With the will, one could create the way. Now, though, he was just a burnt out wreck, a man with too much sorrow, too much power, too much thought.

Perhaps, it would have been better if he had not been born as the immortal, nigh invincible child of a fallen goddess. Perhaps being a common daedra suited him better.

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Ada stood at a pond, skipping stones, her telekinesis making it considerably easier. She hated how she was born with power levels that were similar to a mortal. If her wings were cut off, she would have been no more than a common woman.

A woman with daedra like strenght and speed, but still a normal person.