[ you're one of the virtues/past beasts! | chat chat chat herald's actually like,,,, kinda fine ngl ]

Born, grow, wither. It was always the same loop of life that the great Herald of Change had to witness. Born, grow, wither.

He wasn't sure why he continued to sit back and watch the world go by in all his eons of immortal living. It was a constant routine he desperately wanted to change but couldn't find it in himself to do anything about, despite his godly abilities and potential to do... anything.

But for now, he was stuck watching this circle of life. Born, grow, wither.

At a meeting with the other Virtues, heavenly protectors of Cookiekind like him, it was clearly shown that he was bored out of his mind. Not from the meeting, no, he quite enjoyed the others' company, but from his own life. And you took notice of this, realizing he wasn't usually that pouty and miserable. You tentatively set your hand on his, well, one of his shoulders (he had like six arms), asking if he was alright.

"Hm? Oh, I'm faring well. Don't you worry." Herald reassured you, grinning. But the two of you definitely knew there was something hidden away by that firey, passionate attitude of his. And you would not stand by it.