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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[cursegod]

[Dara gives a hum in return as she takes a moment to contemplate the picture he's trying to paint. It feels........very human. She can understand the desire for control, has obviously practiced it herself by ensnaring Gogol's soul, but she also fails to empathize.]

What difference does it make if I control the Chosen? I'd become another force that does the pushing and pulling while still suffering it myself. It sounds like a way to put a target on my back for people to take their frustration out on.

[As if to emphasize her point, the water surges when the serpentine tail shoots up from the depths to coil around the base of Silco's boulder. Just enough of a distraction for Dara to suddenly be looming just a few inches from his face. A single finger traces along the scar there while her expression remains neutral.]

A curse is retaliatory. I put Gogol in his place because I sought retribution. I am a curse god, and he needed to learn that actions have consequences. But towards other Chosen like yourself, there's no need for me to act unless provoked.

[Dara retracts as quickly as she intruded upon his personal space as her tail slips quietly into the water again. She then shrugs:] I'd prefer being alone in the woods anyways...Although I can't say I'm completely immune to desiring interactions with others.

[conflictresolution]

I don't care for you to control us but this place and bring those who are destroying it in line. Some people require carrot and others require all stick to see the path ahead of them.

[However, it didn't seem that Dara had the interest or the will to do the necessary action to bring the few wayward Chosen to face the same direction. That was expected; there were very few that seemed to have a vested interest in seeing this to the end that was beneficial to most - or maybe more him as he was one of the few that would stay. That was fine.

Gods, cursed or not, were never the answer. With all of their powers and meddling, they hardly seemed to be driven enough by worldly goals to do much of anything but brief displays of power for retribution or kindness or to stroke their own egos. It was why he didn't care much for the idea of gods; it was a fact that humanity would simply be left disappointed.

He regarded Dara evenly, unfazed by her moving into her personal space, unafraid of her despite knowing that she was capable of doing terrible things to him. Even as she touched him, he didn't withdraw nor did his expression change. Weakness was how poor men died scared and humiliated.

His mismatched gaze followed her once she withdrew back to the pool of water.]

A curse is retaliatory. [In that, they agreed. It's why he would ask her someday soon to employ one against someone he thought deserved retaliation.] No one is immune to the desire for socialization and acceptance it seems. Loneliness eats away at integrity.