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( a bit dense )

“y’ thought this was an amusement park or somethin’? quite far away from bein’ an amusement park.” this place was nothing like an amusement park. the man-eating giants she was talking about, were titans. and nobody knew where they came from, neither anyone knew why they were here. and yet he just wanted to give her some advices, even though he didn’t know who she was. “if you want to live in this place, you have to fight. y’ think y’ can roll it?”

“ relax kid, i was only joking. ”

sadly, the humorless were a common bunch—an epidemic really; a hopelessness which made misery all the more miserable in a forsaken world, the proper condition (although not right in anyway) to where pessimism can thrive upon the seriousness that denies even the lightest farce, and causes them to fall on deaf ears. a climate familiar, even when semblances aren't... and that's enough to get the bigger picture.

“ ——sure, i can roll with it. ”

#[ epidermis. ]#honestified #{ get the shizz going down ye. }

itinerant feet, much like her philosophy on life, were a hurried bunch. a billion leagues, fathoms, and other gaugings traveled throughout the abysmal skies above (cold & infinite out there), and from flicker to flare, the Huntress unraveled the curious and the curiouser. now on another world, a new dilemma that brought about the circumstance to which they are in, brings up another curiosity here and now.

“ i don't think there was anything about man-eating giants in the brochure. ”

#[ epidermis. ]#honestified #{ throws a witty thing out there #yeah i have no clue #just wanted to get something out there for you cho cause we haven't done much in a while together;; }

( positively glowing )

so she does, with vehemence—a mockery of tame crime as a balled hand rises, finger thrusting upward in sheer domination of tension; no prey runs from the eyes of the reaper, but none will escape her utter collapse of respect either. blood tremors down her hand, a gross reminder as to what happened to the last person that crossed the caged animal heart, though they deserved it all the more for what words spilled from their ravenous mouth [ and she deserved no MERCY thus; an ill abomination in the skies galactic and wrathful ].

“ fuck. you. ”

oh, how eloquent. there would a fiend no matter the outcome. but, how could one expect less from those hands bathed so delightfully in the sweetest crimson imaginable? the extinction in the air, as well as the animosity so ratified by form about it, were more than reminders to the scene at hand, but also to the kind of abominable things which could be sown from the detestable. purpose was pure, and much like the animal, presumably held no reservation in its contempt.

“ really want to go out with such crap words? ”

#[ epidermis. ]#equalizations #{ jar's a dumbass and we all love her for that. }

cruelty came natural, particularly when faced with violence—fruitless was the art of persuasion when savagery had been as commonplace as ether ( not that she would anyway, as talking wasn't really her thing ), but even with equivalency through hostility as her ally, the chance of worse alone provided enough cause to keep deterrence rather than squeeze in the first shot to remove all doubt of her intent & leave her ripe for what is uncertain.

“ make your next move carefully. ”

#[ epidermis. ]#equalizations #{ bamboozles my way onto your lap hinnie like #what up~ }

so, this was that kind of place.

o', sticks and stones with a dash of blades and bodies to make it feel quite medieval. indeed, it was like she took a wrong turn and ended up on a trip way back into ancient history. but whether the fire and brimstone made things more appealing than the fringe of space which had seemed like a hell of it's own quantity—the Huntress had places to go & bounties to see (as coming and going was her nature after all).

chance however, would find her inclined to stay longer when a metal reaches up and over to her collar. a talon almost that seizes what was within reach, and prompt the cutting edge to become the most confrontational element in an already unprecedented hostility.

“ nice sword. ”

#[ epidermis. ]#rymors #{ love me cath. }

often enough, hunters' eyes find themselves with uncertainty—ventured rarely & even more scarcely met, t'was the wild frontier she faced when the uncharted becomes her adversary, impeding the way to sanctuary

———————so, she turns to stranger hands for a measure of aid through the unfamiliar land before her now.

" take it you wouldn't happen to know a way off this rock, would you? "

#[ epidermis. ]#svikinnar #{ got some loki up in my kooky #okay yeah that was a terrible rhyme. asgkhk }

——————————————petrify dendrites like steel and be a skeptic throughout, the Huntress is keen when all seems off in the atmosphere (which smelt of burnt flesh & a scorched everywhere), and when a twitch elsewhere made already cautious digits immediately become vindictive and judgmental to what skulks about. whether or not the culprit, she is nonetheless feeling mighty dangerous at the moment to anything that moves.

( Come out, now. )

#[ epidermis. ]#kenosiis #{ cress! uvu/ }

ryanccole

I have been noticing an upsetting trend in Nintendo reducing/removing the blades on Samus’ shoulders.

Stahp

#[ and through the looking glass. ]

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