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I am my own bastard. - GracefulAoife - 04-17-2022

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Despite being the oldest I've always felt like the smallest. At times I've even felt like the weakest. A sliver of the shadow my dastardly father casted across this continent. Much like that shadow which now lingers within itself, the Coat seems empty, unused even. While my mother's children idle within the safe confines, I've journeyed out, seeking challenge. That sensation of being a runt turned into a flame, a passion within me to reach forward and push past those who whispered my name in pity or doubt. Living on my own and earning my life brought me more than my mother could ever provide. I've never felt regret for leaving my home at such a young age and I doubt my distant DNA donor cares much either. Though, secretly, the weakest parts of me wish and hope it separated me from the rest. That in some way I'd gained not his respect nor his pity, but merely his attention. Now I set the stage and play the role of clown, exploring the world before me and spreading the faith I hold in my heart. One day they will no longer whisper my name or laugh. One day they will state it out loud in disbelief or pride. 

I will not be overshadowed by the bastard that came before me.

Getting decked in the face by occultism doesn't leave someone in a good mood. At least from what I understand, yet that moment in Moxtli was too good to be true. The sensation of something so dim touching my shimmering fire renewed me. It gave me purpose and foundation. Perhaps more than ever do I feel justified in my path forward. In my behavior. In my strength. No fear met my soul or eyes, only determination to reach beyond. Whether it be vengeance or simply my stubborn nature matters not to the end result. In time I'll become something greater. Someone that will not only punch back, but someone who they will fear to punch at in the first place. Like the goddess I worship I will grow to stand before my rivals, then I will consume them entirely, becoming something neither of us could previously claim to be. In the face of adversity my ability only grows tampered to a sharp edge by the oppressive force of this harsh world.

Until it is I who holds my foot at its neck.

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