[color=9e0b0f][i][center][h1]Adria[/h1][/center][/i][/color]

An armourless angel rests by her wooden battlements watching like a shepherd over an empty pasture. Her pure white gaze lingered towards the decorated sky from her siblings. A creation that filled an empty space that their creator had forgotten. She eyed in complete wonderment while her heart slinked deeper into envy. War was a creation meant for endless rivers red, the clashing of metal against flesh, and furious cries parted their dirt covered lips. Sacrifice was meant to honor those who gave everything for cause, a city, a person. Making memories into stone until everyone will forget, except her. 

For the past few days, she felt her siblings' influence. The shaking of earth, the cries of anguish and new shapes of fate. She knew these events by the littering corpses on her roads. Dying men and women who fled for safety often told the stories of shaping earth. If that wasn’t convincing enough her paths had been made more treacherous. Spiritual journeys for safety had become trails of both land and beast. Only some made it far enough to meet her scared guardians of nature. To protect the only treasure that not even Khton’s iron grip couldn’t keep. 

The little cooing that echoed below her lap. The Child biting on her fingers without a care in the world. Looking up towards the angel with a wide smile with senseless babbling. Forcing the angel to laugh in simplicity, almost forgetting her worries of her god siblings and their effect on this unfinished canvas. She simply sighed, nuzzling his noise with a soft giggle as she watched him with loving care. Yet beneath that care was dread, for every hour the goddess ‘breathed’ it was day for the child. A child that is growing in more ways than one.

She wasn’t a mother, nor did she have one to learn from. She learned that milk was the best way for mortal offspring to grow. Unfortunately, the child was almost out of that stage. Her fingers knew that the child was growing rows of teeth, the problem was if she wore her metal gloves the child would break his teeth, and Adria wasn’t cruel. If she has to sacrifice her fingers just so the child could be entertained. Carefully she maneuvered the child into her arms, giving her the chance to stand and spread out her crimsoned wings stained by ash of those bodies she burned in remembrance of those who traveled for safety. 

Now, she is tasked with a new purpose. She must learn how to raise a child before she begs her sister of death for the chance to spare the child from her realm. With the crack of her wings, she lifted into the air, soaring above her fortress of stone and wood, traveling to the closest village for some inspiration. Yet as she soared above, she felt something wrong when she hovered above a village in the canyon. Waste of blood. Slaughtered in malice and pleased by death. Her body twitched with bitterness as she slowly lowered herself onto the outskirts of the field.

Silently covering the child in a black cloak she moved closer towards the villager center. Staying in the shadows, watching the marked humans with a glare. They seemed completely different to the ones she seen patrolling her roads, and the dead she smelled bared different traits. Was this the work of one of her god kin? Or was a consequence of their action.

Then finally her eyes landed on Villagxor against a monster swinging a club with ease. A cruel weapon she witnessed in the fog. She watched in silence and in awe of the creature moving, dancing and striking like a game she'd seen the civilians play. However the game was not in his favor, he moved better then most people would call a soldier, but his footwork was sloppy, his attacks were pointless and the monster had experiences. It was a game that he was fated to lose. Perhaps if this was a fair fight, or that they shared the same guilt she would just watch and honor the one that failed.

Yet blood lingered on the monster’s lips, his jagged teeth spoke nothing but cruelty and greed. While the other fighter fought for something greater than themself or greed. He was trained with a fitting body, but his hands had never tasted blood. For that, his sacrifice would have to wait until he earned fair and square. She would have to tip the odds. Carefully she reached out towards the mortal with a low him as her eyes glowed brighter within the darkness of the shadows. 

Her hand twitched with a command as she locked eyes with Villagxor. [color=9e0b0f]“By my breath and command, learn what it means to be a shield against malice and hate.”[/color] With a low breath she whispered her blessing. Almost as if his muscles were blessed with knowledge. His hands and feet knew exactly how to wield the stick in between his hands. Then she clenched her fist tightly, humming with energy. [color=9e0b0f]“By my eyes, see what flaws monsters make when they face their consequences.”[/color] She ushered her command granting his eyes the ability to see the flaws that Fang was making. Then with a soft hmm she offered her final blessing.

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[color=9e0b0f]“Show him the error of facing a shepherd against wolves.”[/color] She hummed with a nod as she backed away into the shadows. Hiding the child with a nod as she watched the evening fight. 

[hider=Summary]Adria sulks in the shadows offering her blessing to a doomed mortal to hedge the bets.
[Surreal -2 Conviction: Grant gift] Gift of Staff: Villagxor had been blessed with the ability to effectively wield a staff with ease and proficiency as if he had been training for years.
[Surreal -2 Conviction: Grant gift]  Gift of Eyesight: Villagxor has earned the blessing to know the weak spots of his enemies but only those who threaten his life or others.
[Lucid -0 Conviction: Power mortal champion.] Temporary blessing of  pain durability: Villagxor feels and takes less damage until the end of his fight. [/hider]