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[center][sub]“There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.” 
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[sub] -John Calvin[/sub][/center]
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Ipeyr was content with his works and the creations of his siblings. The god smiled briefly before a screaming roar broke his attention, followed by the brief rumbling of the fortress he now found himself in. It was bare, save for the creations of the Gods and the very air was fraught with gloom. A stone enclosure, sleek and magnificent in it's somber way. The work of the Mater, no doubt. He would thank her later, for sheltering Life against peril. However,his attention was quickly directed elsewhere...

[i][color=9e0b0f]"I am Larwen siblings, and I shall make your creations [b]perfect[/b]"[/color][/i].

It was then Ipeyr witnessed the 'perfection' of his forest, and then a writhing hatred boiled deep with the God; a wrath unbeknownst to his siblings. [color=f6989d]"Well, [b]Lawren[/b] as you can see, my creation was perfect before you weaved your vile influence over it. You...You've [i][b]corrupted[/b][/i] Life!".[/color] His voice broke slightly when relaying the final word, slightly out of anger. Ipeyr took a moment to regain his composure, walking over to his brother within the grove.[color=f6989d]"Forgive my anger, Life has it's compromises and so should we. I shall gift this land to you and relocate elsewhere. It was foolish of me to deny Life, no matter how...unsettling it may be. May your lands prosper forever".[/color]

Kindness had once again settled within Ipeyr, whom smiled happily to his brother. [color=f6989d]"Have you any rebuttal?"[/color]
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Ipeyr,the god of "Thats cool bro" compromises with his brother about land stuff, like the property brothers or something. Then just smiles like a dumbass
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