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[ Zack Fair ] [ 22 ] [ Canon ] ❝ Those wings... I want them, too. ❞

[defenstrix]

      So I’ve officially moved to my new Zack account.       If you wanna know what it is, feel free to message       me.

[defenstrix]

      So I’ve officially moved to my new Zack account.       If you wanna know what it is, feel free to message       me.

[defenstrix]

      So I’ve officially moved to my new Zack account.       If you wanna know what it is, feel free to message       me.

[defenstrix]

      So I've officially moved to my new Zack account.       If you wanna know what it is, feel free to message       me.

[wingshead-a-blog]

❝  thanks. not a lot of people               can pull off the whole  'stars and stripes'  look, you know.    ❞

he pauses to shift on his feet a little, taking in the sword on the man’s back.

❝  so — are you a             soldier or warrior of some kind?    ❞

[defenstrix]

                             ❝ I can imagine. ❞       There's a hint of laughter in his voice, and a smile       is brought to light. To each their own, he supposed.       ❝ SOLDIER, actually. I kinda ditched that life a           while ago, so I'm something like a mercenary.                                                                       What about you? ❞

[wingshead-a-blog]

❝  well, that is kind of the               idea we had in mind when making it.    ❞

[defenstrix]

      ❝ I think it suits you. ❞       He swears there's no pun intended---

[wingshead-a-blog]

❝  that’s quite a look                        you’ve got going on there.    ❞

[defenstrix]

     ❝ Same goes for you--          Pretty patriotic, huh?  ❞

[defenstrix]

so idk if any of you have heard but I’m switching accounts soon so hit me up it you wanna know what it is!

[prefected-deactivated20150622]

hey, sexy

[prefected-deactivated20150622]

oh zack-chan pls touch it gently but pls let me grasp ur sword right after teach me how to slice and dice thru ur heart

[defenstrix]

[prefected-deactivated20150622]

hey, sexy

wanna shabang dang do me? defenstrix

[defenstrix]

only if you let me touch your pyramid yami-chan-kun-chan-senpai

[sorapillar-deactivated20151001]

                       hesitantly hugs you.

[defenstrix]

      makes u 1 pasta.

[defenstrix]

so idk if any of you have heard but I'm switching accounts soon so hit me up it you wanna know what it is!

[defenstrix]

Gfdi

[rapusodosu]

the great sky be mute;

    Hearken how the Goddess paints;     With her royal blues, her distant mauves—     with even the gold that adorns her helm.     He sings of Her.

[rapusodosu]

    Crack!It is the grizzly sound that renders. The one that wafts from the pendant mass of rot and gore, the beast’s maw gummed and blind with the cruor that eased ‘tween its barbed rows as if rivers of red were running through pearly citadels of acuate trees. His blade is stuffed through pleated webbings of nerve and sinew, the angle and ramus of the dragon’s jaw steady atop the bloodied stretch of carmine metal, until he pulls away with enough force to detach the entire bone in one foul swoop. Electric is the pain. One that is wicked enough to bloat the lungs of a tarragon grand; belching and bellowing out it’s defeat to the airs that rushed in to cease its heart. Its scales were once twin-hued, once parallel to the marvellous casts of a warrior’s own; until the red pigments turned darker, fouler, his fiendish sport decking his game with a paint far too dastardly for the flamboyant halls of his esteemed creator. Its wings are no longer blessed by the halcyon kisses of a silvery wind, but instead bitten by an anguish that bubbles effervescent through the fire-conduits of webbed appendages, curling in on each other as if the beast had become a wilting orchid whose bracts had become far too heavy for its pride. And its killer steps back, peppered with the spoor-blood of an opened spire of charmed mail and natural steel, his feet pressing against the dusty borders of a common road that meandered all the way to Gongaga. 

     Aye— the road would be safe for another evening.     The world is safe.

[defenstrix]

      Ahh-- he can taste it in the very air he breathes; the all-too familiar flavor       of metallic crimson he was sure he would never know again. Spoken too       soon, here he is; a witness to the brutal slaughter of one beast the world       is well rid of. Whose hand is its killer? Who is the one to  vanquish  this       horrendous monstrosity? It's almost as if his own eyes are veiled with a       blinding screen, and it takes a moment before coming to the conclusion       that this is not a dream. It is him-- he is still alive. As eyes scan the form       of the other, Fair is   relieved   to see that the   extent   of his injuries is        minimal, at least. The extent to which blood covered nearly everything       in this man's midst is slightly perturbing, yet he does not flinch-- he does       not falter in his steps. The path he's chosen is unsure, and quite literally       paved in that which sustained the life of a monster. Plish, plish, plish---       the sound his boots make when pitted against the thickness of the fluid.       Though he does not even know what might befall him should he press       on, his pace does not slow, nor do his feet cease their movement. He       is determined... but to do what; he is still unsure. Lips part to draw in a       breath as he finally stands before that which he swore he'd never see       again---                                        ❝ Genesis...-- ❞       His very name is enough for a greeting ( for now ), as no  other  words        race to be spoken. How long has he been here? How long will he stay?       How has he not known where this man has bee for... however long it's       been now ( he's stopped keeping track )? Zack does not even bother to       take in the bloodied state he is in. All he truly wants is to know that he        is okay--- alive. And so, gloved hand is extended toward the slay-- his       friend. A grin whose radiance outshines even the sun is presented, yet       Fair's happiness is distinguishably recognized by the streaks of saltwater       leaking from the corners of his eyes.                                      ❝ Welcome back. ❞

[defenstrix]

[1:30:57 AM] Genie | Shogo-a-gogo: spoiler: zack dies [1:31:03 AM] rinipple the dick slayer™ ✌️: fuck you

[seriadux--moved]

Honestly? She didn’t get many men getting oh so lost in her eyes. More so it was them getting their eyes lost in her, and them losing some teeth. ( that was a maybe ).

❝No, not many people just get lost in my   eyes. Nor do I hear that they’re pretty.❞

[defenstrix]

                 ❝ You're kidding! ❞       For the time being, his teeth are kept       in tact-- he hasn't said anything too        strange yet ( or so he thinks ). Maybe       he should   quit   while he's already        ahead.       ❝ Sorry-- I didn't mean to be weird or                anything like that. I'm Zack, by the way.❞

[defenstrix]

mortiuum:

     resplendent hues all LARGE when regarding him, hints of inquisition      backfired when asked. she blinks, silent before speaking, finds little      reason to lie to this man, and thus honest answer finds life ‘pon her      pale lips.

     ‘ —yes, i do. why? ’

      ❝ 'Cause I tried out this new peach cobbler recipe. ❞       --and he doesn't wish to eat it alone. Therefore, she must       join him in its consumption, lest he be   forced   to realize        he's made it for no other reason. Hopefully, she hasn't got       anything better to do than waste time with him.                          ❝ Wanna try it out? ❞