Wondrous

Thirteen hearts beat a tattoo across Karoka-Cneph-Izoldak.
The heart of Conquest beat its dominance, called upon all to bend knee, it pounded down upon them itself, and it bowed to itself.
The heart of Friendship beat a steady rhythm, kind and soft, a sounding signal that all was well, and always would be.
The heart of Vengeance beat a warning note, a call of pain. Harm and you shall be harmed, the guilty felt the sound piercing into them, striking their skull and burst it.
The heart of Change beat an uneven, inconstant , unpredictable, and those who heard it rethought their lives, altered their destinies, and moved elsewhere.
The heart of Rain beat a slow, undulating beat, as it drew the waters within itself and prepared for the next cleansing, a constant reminder that this life was temporary.
The other eight hearts beat stranger, subtler rhythms, songs of the Wild still unlike Creation… though if you were to ask Karoka-Cneph-Izoldak it would tell you it is the true song of Creation, resounding off of all things, making the World Ash grow.

- HG (Finding Our Self #1)


The ghost train screams through the skies with an endless wail of fallen souls and sparking wheels. It hurtles through the sky on rails made of lightning, stretching out before it, as the Fiends of Terakleg, their sweat bubbling and steaming leaving black trails of grime and sludge, shovel soul after soul into the infernal engine, which belches fire and smog out its chimney, trailing back along the cars of iron sifted from the blood of Fallen Angels.

- HG (Finding Our Self #1)

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