Post by Prophet Bassette on Oct 12, 2007 10:46:37 GMT -8
Bassette let out an embarrassed sigh for her sister's reaction and brought a hand up to gently caress her temple. Her younger sister had never been one for heavy criticism. But one would think that being a prophet would understand and come to cope with such heavy discord against her. But she was still young and terribly immature in her mind. But Bassette would never even think harm on any of her Prophets, no matter how much they hated her. The mere fact that Camine was forced as Osirus' prophet still made her weep on the nights of a bright full moon. But she could not help the dislike and the demented ways in which her fellow prophets chose to live their lives. It was a terribly depressing the fate in which these prophets were forced to live.
As Freya disappeared, her retainer stayed behind to mock and gawk at Azazeal, Bassette had to clear her throat in order to remind her retainer of his trained poise and manners. Azazeal growled menacingly at Lucien's words, but stayed by Bassette's side, his hands curling into fists. Had they been standing next to each other in the temporal realm, he had shoved a dagger in the man's stomach (or feline, either way). His anger disappeared at a heavy sigh from the prophet, looking up at her as she placed both hands on her temple. She was obviously very tired. But here in the Seventh Plane, he chose not to touch her for showing such disrespect in front of the others was something he was taught not to do. For now, all he could do was turn his attention to the others.
"Dragons, swords, possessions, and wars...Its a terrible fate Mother Earth has to endure," she then dropped her hands and looked at the other two prophets.
"I can't sit by and be a mere messenger any longer...if we do not meddle in the affairs..." She stopped. She was about to present an ideal in which she learned from Lumen, but the others did not care for Lumen's words. Instead, she listened with a heavy heart at Camine's words. Oh, if she could only actually reach out to him and hug him.
"Camine...Our roles of prophets...its a difficult one...but we can change it...as prophets...we can have peace too. We can live peacefully if Mother Lumen thrives in this world. But only so. We can choose to live as mere messengers or we can go against the cruel bounds of our roles. I will fight along side the Order to bring about a world without Nocens Atrum, where we as prophets can live peacefully..." She said, her voice dripping in emotion.
As Freya disappeared, her retainer stayed behind to mock and gawk at Azazeal, Bassette had to clear her throat in order to remind her retainer of his trained poise and manners. Azazeal growled menacingly at Lucien's words, but stayed by Bassette's side, his hands curling into fists. Had they been standing next to each other in the temporal realm, he had shoved a dagger in the man's stomach (or feline, either way). His anger disappeared at a heavy sigh from the prophet, looking up at her as she placed both hands on her temple. She was obviously very tired. But here in the Seventh Plane, he chose not to touch her for showing such disrespect in front of the others was something he was taught not to do. For now, all he could do was turn his attention to the others.
"Dragons, swords, possessions, and wars...Its a terrible fate Mother Earth has to endure," she then dropped her hands and looked at the other two prophets.
"I can't sit by and be a mere messenger any longer...if we do not meddle in the affairs..." She stopped. She was about to present an ideal in which she learned from Lumen, but the others did not care for Lumen's words. Instead, she listened with a heavy heart at Camine's words. Oh, if she could only actually reach out to him and hug him.
"Camine...Our roles of prophets...its a difficult one...but we can change it...as prophets...we can have peace too. We can live peacefully if Mother Lumen thrives in this world. But only so. We can choose to live as mere messengers or we can go against the cruel bounds of our roles. I will fight along side the Order to bring about a world without Nocens Atrum, where we as prophets can live peacefully..." She said, her voice dripping in emotion.