Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190902044738/@comment-36159587-20190904045951

The deity, who wasn't completely with intelligence for the worse, had suspected her identity already, but the memory made him recoil, pretty much bumping into her, arguably the last thing GalaxE had thought he would do. He shrunk back right into his original position on instinct, but otherwise he was relatively unmoving, his mind either struggling to comprehend what this implied, or comprehending too much of what this implied.

At this point, the god of life being more allied with the Bushbeasts than he was with an eye-gouging poacher, the most he could do was just ensure she wasn't killed which, considering the deity's usual protection advances for anything from the smallest injury to an even smaller sort of harm, was probably a tiny bit concerning to the woman at least.

"You were one of them?" the ridiculously small and short god asked her, his eyes still ablaze. Apparently, the emotions of despising towards people who killed and hurt for money had not worn off.