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Sashta was warily trying to make her way around the rather imposing figure. First she found herself in a strange land and now she had to hide because whom ever this was has a rather imposing aura. If she could just stick to the bushes maybe he wouldn't see her. (Hey there!)

(hello!!!)

Yuga’s sense are keen, alert, so the wary presence of another being comes naturally to him and he stops in his tracks, a soft prickle running across his skin. He lowers his head a bit, humming to himself as he slowly turns in place as if to allow whoever was there a moment of relief to run or gather themselves together. Whatever the case, Yuga was prepared to offer a kind hand to them or to point the twisted, multicolored flame at the tip of his staff directly into their chest, and either way, Yuga would have a pleasant little smile on his face.

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Such a delicate little flower. Even a subject as jittery as @a-rabbit-hearted-boy is worth another completed piece.

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To think he called himself a God. Pitiful. But what a beautiful creation he makes.