[Raiki... Good name. His smile hitches wider, and before he has time to say it or anything out loud, Hak feels his entire body stiffen as the kanji etches itself onto the left side of his chest like a tattoo, and he opens his robe enough to reveal it before he takes on his vessel form, disappearing into a bright flash of light.
Into Yona's hands falls a bow - it's a simple one, nothing too intricate, carved of fine yew. The string is as taut as it should be, and attached to the top of the bow are three blue feathers that rustle in the wind.]
Not bad... for a god.
[When he opens his eyes at last, he finds himself in a giant, seemingly infinite white space. He feels energized, more awake and alert than before, like electricity is coursing through him. It's kind of exhilarating.]
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Into Yona's hands falls a bow - it's a simple one, nothing too intricate, carved of fine yew. The string is as taut as it should be, and attached to the top of the bow are three blue feathers that rustle in the wind.]
Not bad... for a god.
[When he opens his eyes at last, he finds himself in a giant, seemingly infinite white space. He feels energized, more awake and alert than before, like electricity is coursing through him. It's kind of exhilarating.]