[ There was a true story if Hunter ever heard one. Perhaps had he not been dumped in an orphanage things may have turned out better in the long run for everyone involved. But then why dwell on such things? Hunter prefers who he is today; he'd rather this than being an actual hero.
The touch at his wrist has Hunter pausing, head tilting slightly as he studies the spectacle in front of them both. It does look terrifying and it's all the more entrancing because of it. There's a raw power and intensity to it all that comforts Hunter, letting him know that back home he's doing the right thing with his power plays and displays of ferocious intent.
Though the mention of it being an old, lonely god that's dying is a tad disappointing. It can't be that decent of a God or worth it's salt if it's wound up in a state like that.]
It's not how I expected a dying God to look. Are there people on that planet?
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The touch at his wrist has Hunter pausing, head tilting slightly as he studies the spectacle in front of them both. It does look terrifying and it's all the more entrancing because of it. There's a raw power and intensity to it all that comforts Hunter, letting him know that back home he's doing the right thing with his power plays and displays of ferocious intent.
Though the mention of it being an old, lonely god that's dying is a tad disappointing. It can't be that decent of a God or worth it's salt if it's wound up in a state like that.]
It's not how I expected a dying God to look. Are there people on that planet?