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                                “Everything that lives is designed to end.                     We are perpetually trapped in a never-ending spiral of life and death.                                                   Is this a curse? Or some kind of punishment?                                                      I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle…                                            and wonder if we’ll ever get the chance to kill him.”

                              “Tell me, God, are you punishing me?                      Is this the price I’m paying for my past mistakes?”

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Sorry for taking a bit for replies, recently I've been piled with quite a lot of work these past couple days! But!!! I'll get to rp asap

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@ex-mercenary asked for a starter

⚔️ —She could only find herself staring at the other, she wasn’t sure how exactly they found each other, it was as if she were staring into a mirror, except for the fact the other was male. He couldn’t be a apostle, or another creature of the sort, the brand on the back of her neck didn’t sting nor ｏｏｚｅ any blood. The air almost grew heavy the longer she stared at each other, hard to breathe. Did he not notice her? They both were equally tall, had a enormous sword, and the exact same armor... And even the ｅｘａｃｔ scars!

❝Who are you..? Why do you look like me?..❞

She finally spoke, as they walked, it seemed as if they are going the same direction, a close by tavern of some sort.. Was this man following her? She seemed on guard, ready in case the look alike tried to ａｔｔａｃｋ her.

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@corkusofthehawks asked for a starter

⚔️ — A loud yawn could easily be herd from Guts’ tend, her arms high in the air as she stretched. A hand hand lazily rubbed her face before shifting to scratch at her head a bit, making a mess of her dark choppy hair and bangs. Light gently shown into her tent, and she started getting dressed, it was the usual simple black tank and such, but before she did so, she bound her chest, to hide the fact she was ｆｅｍａｌe . Only two people out of the whole entire band of the hawk knew this, Casca and Griffith.

Grabbing her sword, Guts headed out, having it rest on her back, but she hadn’t realized that the ｂａｎｄａｇｅｓ that peeked a bit through the arm holes of her tank. The smell of cooking filled the air, she was sure the one cooking today had to be Gaston, so it had to be good. She did a small jog over to where the smell was and she ended up ｃｒａｓｈｉｎｇ to a certain person.

It was Corkus! And crashing into him caused him to drop some of the food he had just gotten on himself onto the ground and on his clothing!

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@farnese-ojousama asked for a starter

⚔️ —The sound of shuffling could be herd in the early morning, everyone was waking from their tents, except for perhaps some ｇｕｅｓｔｓ that Griffith invited along to the journey they were making, and the injured. The regular would happen, training, fighting, and much more, and before long, everyone was doing their on thing until they were ordered to pack up and get moving again. Laughs and the smell of food fill the air and the occasional sound of metal against metal.

Guts let out a yawn, scratching the back of her head, looking among her fellow comrades, but she could see a few people she didn’t recognize, perhaps, they were the guests? Griffith did her her about them, but she hadn’t met them for herself. She ｓｔａｒｅｄ, but she didn’t realize until the man and the woman turned looking at, perhaps feeling her eyes on the back of their head, but she didn’t stop staring, she just blinked a bit before minding her own business, going back to cleaning her large sword. Compared to a lot of the people in the camp, she stood out like a sore thumb, being a ｆｅｍａｌｅ amongst all the men, and being quite tall, taller then some of the men in the camp, and quite muscular. 

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“Empty promises are worst than nothing at all.”

The male commented removing his hands after wrapping their knuckles, his hazel eyes giving a slightly overbearing stare for a mere moment before turning his back. The crack of bones being heard as he stretched his body a bit letting out a yawn. Throughout all this it seemed that their journey would not be ending anytime soon, with that being said they still needed time to rest.

“If I wasn’t worried about your body breaking down half way through the expedition I’d say let’s keep moving, but I think it’s best if we settle for camp tonight. He explained relaxing his stretching muscles, beginning to take a seat on a log his hands reaching to grab the traveling pack resting near his foot. “If we are attacked again, I’ll handle it.”

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⚔️ —The woman let out a small sigh at his response, it’s not like she did it on purpose, it’s just she had a tendency to use brute force when dangers such as beasts, demons, and creatures alike came near and tried to take her life, or pure ｒａｇｅ when her eyes saw the person that took her dear friends lives. It was something she always did, something that always just worked for her, even when ｄｅａｔｈ came knocking at her door over and over again.

❝Hey.. I did say I can’t make any promises..❞

She mumbled quietly, defending herself. Once the man had removed his hands from her bandaged ones, her bandaged hand moved to gently scratch her head, ruffling the small white patch in her bangs along with a couple dark strands. A small displeased noised came from her throat, yet she knew he wasn’t wrong about her weakened injured body due to the armor she wore and other factors... It ｄｅｓｔｒｏｙｅｄ her body, and perhaps even mind, yet enhanced her ability to fight and push through hit after hit.

Tire dressed her whole entire face, and body, not that she would admit it. She had bags, and her hands trembled ever so slightly. To be entirely honest it looks like Guts could collapse at any moment if she didn’t take a break, rest more than for just a hour or so.. She couldn’t let herself rest when she would feel the burning, stinging sensation of the brand on the back of her neck, she would know those ａｐｏｓｔｌｅ wandering and coming close just to end her. After all, it was her goal to kill ever single apostle, along with the god hand..

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“You really should take better care of yourself.”

The male’s voice chimed as his arms crossed watching the woman attempt to dress her own wounds, throughout all this time she was still the brash chaotic fighter he had fancied. Maybe it was seeing someone as cursed as he was in life or the more appealing physical nature of her, but something had kept him around all these months. But with each passing day his concern grew and his attachment solidified it’s self. If that annoyed her or not he didn’t know as it was just raw emotional concern, a dangerous emotion for people like them to develop.

               Never the less, he walked to the edge of the chair taking a knee in front of the injured woman. His calloused hands coming out to place themselves over her own, the thick lines that ran across his knuckles and hands each telling a story of conflict and strife. Years of conflict has crafted a killer of the highest caliber but despite all that he could still act so careful and gentile with her. His free hand dropping to pick up the guaze wrapping placing it on her hand as he began to wrap it slowly and carefully.

“When will you learn, not all battles can be won through sheer force- you need to refine some of that skill. Next time you won’t be so lucky.” The male chided lightly, something he has said before but he knew it was pointless chattel- she would fight and he would too. They would kill, they would slaughter, and they would struggle to their goals- believing themselves to be right. But for now, those coffee color’d eyes of his show’d a worry to them as he wrapped the torn skin of their knuckles- soft displays of affection.

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❝It’s worked for me so far..❞

⚔️ —She watched as he picked up the gauze and began to gently wrap her injured hand. It much different from how he would normally act, at least from when they had first met, and she took notice of this as time passed when they spent time together over the months. Her eye stared as the ｇｏｒｅ seeped through the gauze a bit, watching his calloused hands carefully work on her hand. The woman’s eye slowly moved up and saw the worry in those brown eyes, and immediately she let out a small sigh, having a small Ｓｏｆｔ spot for the man who stood by her side and fought with her all these months.

❝I can try... Though.. I can’t make any promises....❞ Guts said softly, even if she had said this, it was clear that the woman would eventually, or rather quickly probably she would go back to using brute force. Bringing herself close to ｄｅａｔｈ and putting herself in harms way just to fight and win these battles against apostles and such that the brand on her neck would attract.

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I’m back! Though I may be slow! Hopefully i’ll get some asks and such to reply to!

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Rule 63 Guts, for those of you who can watch the eclipse

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@ignis-draco-deus asked for a starter

⚔️ —Who would of known they would find each other in this sort of relationship in the future? Because the woman did not ever think she would find herself hopelessly in love with a certain man that went by the name Desmond Erasmus d'al Valerius Cunaris ae Hayden. In fact, she didn’t think she would find anyone that would love her, or would love someone who looked the way she did,  muscular and littered with scars, missing an eye and a arm, along with a white patch of hair, most would of found her unappealing and extremely unattractive because of it all. She was surprised when he would surprised her with genuine sweet and kind words, it causing her heart to flutter and and her face to flush. It was only this man that made her feel this way and reveal certain sides of herself that she would never show to others under any other circumstance..

Guts could remember the day she wore a dress around him, one he had gotten her as a gift, it’s been so long since she had worn one, she was afraid it wouldn’t look good on her. Upon revealing herself in the outfit to Hayden, she was proven wrong. He was a man not afraid to speak exactly what he thought, and hearing what he said made her face burn.

❝Guts, forgive myself If I overstep. But I must say in that dress you look absolutely beautiful. I am floored.❞

She didn’t how to respond.

How their friendship had began wasn’t perfect, bullying and teasing each other, and literal threats, fighting, and choking, it took a bit, but that managed to change to a more friendly friendship, how it was supposed to be, and before they knew it or even realized it, they found themselves being protective of each other, and getting closer and closer before they had finally confessed.. She couldn’t help but cry upon hearing his words, having him confirm his feeling towards her and herself confirming the way she felt back.

From that day forward, they stayed by each others side, helping each other grow and caring for one another with the best of their abilities..

Battling was always a mess, blood and dirt getting everywhere and sometimes covering their skin, it was good that they were able to find a natural hot spring, especially the same one that they had been to before, it that was hidden within a cave and had beautiful greenery, it would be the perfect spot to clean ones self up of any blood and dirt covered his or hers skin. Moving quicker than the man, she made it to the natural hot spring before him, she had began to peel the armor that covered her skin and everything else, resting everything nearby along with the large blade and her prosthetic. Once Hayden had arrived, he would only end up seeing the woman completely bare within the warm waters, some of the blood and dirt on her skin sliding off each curve on her skin, her scarred back facing him and her hair already wet and resting flat. 

When Guts had herd the sound of a certain someone entering the water, she sank herself deeper into the water, her arm moving careful to conceal and hide her breasts. It wasn’t the first time she was seen quite exposed but, the woman couldn’t help but become a tad bit shy when showing herself to the man she loved.

[burdenedrev-a]

He was a force of nature, drifting through this world in an indomitable way refusing to yield to any king or self proclaimed god. Apostle or otherwise. This was the legacy one Desmond Hayden had carefully crafted throughout his journeys, seeking some spark to bring to life his body as it once was- not to mend flesh but to ignite the passion which resided in his soul. He who walked the line between death and morality always craved more, always seeking to find those who could give him a challenge or quest worth exploring- to bring the potential out of those who deserved it.

It was why as he crossed this desolate field, encompassed by gore and steel, that he felt a dull thud in his chest. Of course his heart was beating but it was the symbolic gesture of something more, the rusted gears which was his ambition beginning to whirl to life. Something had transpired here which he had found interesting, one person had caused this damage- it wasn’t the amount of carnage nor the power which was exhibited but it was who had done it. A mortal. A mortal who seemed to be on the small border of humanity and monstrosity. That excited him.

The male eyes rested on her with an almost neutral expression, his hand resting on the sheath blade which laid at his said. It was not in a threatening fashion, in fact a well trained warrior such as herself might see his body was relaxed if not at ease. But between all that it would be hard to see gaps in his guard, the taut muscle pulled over flesh to his feet spacing- countless years of experienced was being showcased just from how he stood normally with no intent to draw his blade. It was why the blank expression would begin to grow into a slight smile, his coffee color’d irises breaking contact to gaze upon the gore which was around her once more.

“I arrived too late to partake of this, it is impressive to see someone still standing.” The measured tone of his deep voice echo’d slightly. It was a half baked compliment surely? Or perhaps it was an earnest statement about the warrior’s condition. “But you don’t look like you’ll be doing so for much long, but that’s when the fun will probably start. You gonna give into that, that overwhelming murderious intent? I must say the notion seems appealing even to me.” The male chided softly.

The amount of raw energy ebbing from her body both from her physical and emotional standpoint was amazing, he had encountered far more in his life but it was the fact it was coming from a mortal woman. A woman who had just carved their bloodied way to freedom through a mountless of blood and bone, who possessed two weapons no man, god, demi-god, or whatever else walks this would should have. He may not known the name of the armor she donned nor the weapon she carried but he did know one cold solemn truth:

This struggler was going to make for an interesting encounter, in the cold fire of this world that was all the shinigami could hope for. Someone to perhaps briefly catch his eyes so that he may go about his own ambitions with vigor and purpose. After all, to inspire another mind to devour any divide thrown at him was truly the purpose he sought in this life. Judging from Hayden’s own immense presence both in physicality and spiritual power, she may catch the odd rush of immense emotions which seemed to radiate from the man.

Strange.

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⚔️ —The woman’s brows were quick to knit together upon hearing the others words, not only that, it was that he was most likely no ordinary person, a normal person would of ran upon seeing the mess that laid around, they would of screamed and ran off, or both... Her dark eye stared at the man, a single hand, specifically the one that was whole and wasn’t replaced with a prosthetic moved to wipe off any of the apostle blood that may have been on her face with a single swipe. Simply just looking at the man, she suddenly felt a rush of what she can only describe  as POWER... Then again she could be wrong.. It radiated from the man and hit her suddenly like a pile of bricks, either way, it was odd and strange.. She already didn’t like it very much..

Letting out a scoff, her eye shifted to look at the man straight in the eyes, straightening herself up so that she was no longer slouching, almost curled up, doing so, this has caused more blood to drip out and fall onto the blood covered ground and slide down the black armor that covered and protected her flesh. Guts hand slowly move back to hold on and grip the handle of The Dragonslayer.

She wasn’t sure what it was about this man, but something about him pissed her off a bit..

❝I don’t have time for any of this.❞ The woman said, glaring, she didn’t have time for talking, if he wanted a FIGHT, then she wanted to quickly get it over with so she can quickly tend to her injuries. That is if she is able to stand long enough to fight him and win.

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@ignis-draco-deus asked for a starter

⚔️ —The woman could only stare at the many corpses of the apostles that lay lifeless around her, her breathing harsh and heavy, and her chest rising up and down, the smell of IRON strong in the air around her. She couldn’t feel any pain, but only the feeling of blood seeping out of the wounds that laid hidden beneath the berserker armor, the liquid pouring out of the cracks and onto the ground. Guts could see her vision go blurry but quickly refocus, she could still feel the adrenaline pumping in her veins after tearing up the apostles which now lay still with the slab of metal called the sword in her hands and covered in the red liquid.

She was thankful the armor hadn’t activated, if so, she wouldn’t have know what she would of done, but all she knew is that she was going to be sore as HELL when she takes the armor off in order to try and tend to her wounds, that is if she was even able to..

So spaced and in thought, she hadn’t even NOTICED the man had appeared before her right away, her dark eye shifting to look up at the man, her grip on the blade tighten. Guts was in no mood for a fight at all if that was what the other wanted, in fact, she didn’t exactly have the energy for it, it wasn’t because of pain, she couldn’t feel it right now, but in fact, it was due to the amount of blood she was beginning to loose from being thrown around by those demons.

If this man was smart at all, he would leave her be and wouldn’t try to fight her....

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⚔️ —The woman’s blade was quick to become DRENCHED in deep red liquid, the air smelled of iron, corpses of the apostle the tried to take her life laid dead and unmoving around her, it was those creatures blood which covered her blade and splattered across her armor and face. Heavy and hard breaths escaped her thick lips, her brows knitting together, she didn’t exactly appreciate the visit the fact they decided to visit, in fact, she didn’t appreciate the face that they even existed, in fact, she planned on killing every single apostle that existed and faced her without mercy.

Holding the heavy blade with her prosthetic hand, the other shifted to wipe the blood that dripped from her nose, only to end up smearing it with the apostle blood, not that she really cared nor knew. The swordswoman’s dark eye shifted up towards the sky, noticing that the sun was slowly beginning to come up, they should stop coming for now, hopefully, as of the moment, the woman wanted to rest after not sleeping for a handful of days, she needed a break and she needed the small wounds that littered her scarred body to heal.

Sighing, her eyes shifted towards the direction she was originally heading before the apostle had arrived and try to take her down, only managing to take a couple steps forward before she herd some rustling in the large bushes behind her, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn around her, both her hands now holding onto the handle of the large blade tightly, her eye almost staring through to see what was causing the rustling. Guts waited for what was going to come out so she can slice whatever it was, assuming it is apostle and not a human...

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⚔️ —She did not hate the band, she LOVED them, as if they were a family, but sometimes, she would prefer solitude and would want to be alone for a while, she knew any man or woman would agree to that. She wanted solitude, some where she wouldn’t be interrupted, so she was quick to dodge the idea of sleeping in her tent, she traveled a little to a more shaded area, where trees and some vegetation grew, though she wasn’t stupid to move too far from the camp. After a minute or two of walking with her sword in hand, Guts found the perfect little spot, right under a tree, the shade blocking the sunlight from hitting her in the face, so with zero hesitation, she settled herself back and rested against the tree, as she rested, her mind began to wander.

She could almost remember it as if it were YESTERDAY, the day she was beat by the white hawk, the man with long white locks, a man one could be thought of as a woman at first..! Guts could remember clearly how it all happened, it starting because of a couple people from the group circling him while on horse back in hopes to take her down and steal from her, of course not realizing she would be able to take them down in seconds with ease.. 

After that... It was just a nightmare, dealing with Casca, fighting the white hawk once again only to lose and be FORCED to stay with the Band of The Hawk, to which she could see clearly Casca did not want. Before her mind could wander off even more deeper into her mind, she herd a voice call her, dark eyes peeling open at the voice.... How the HELL was she found, she could of swore she wandered away far enough to get some peace, shifting out of her comfortable position which was laying against the hard bark of a tree with arms behind her head. Sitting up, she stretched, her large muscles flexing, the swordswoman turned her head towards the voice which called her name.

Were they going to begin to travel again? Or where she decided to wander off to given away by one of the men in the group..?

❝Yeah Yeah, I hear you.. What is it?❞

The woman muttered, eyes half lidded, and moving towards the figure that drew closer towards her resting spot, her hand shifting to grip and grab the handle of her large sword as a yawn came from her thick lips. It hadn’t even been thirty minutes and she was ALREADY being bugged...

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