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[hrozvitnirs]

@damekuro

Familiar faces were, without a doubt, were scarcely wished upon; there was nothing honorable in being a deserter-- though, claiming that the blond haired youth could bother himself enough to care was also a large factor. Needless to say, there was nothing distasteful in the familiar visage his spiritless gaze settled upon; in fact, this person was a sight for sore eyes-- even if he was considered unfinished business.  ❝ Heeeeeeeey  ! !   I remember you !  ❞

Sauntering over towards the taller male, eyebrows rose in amusement as he closely inspected the other; almost immediately, his gun was drawn-- the barrel pressed to his jugular. Contrasting his actions, his expression was cheerful-- as was his tone, ❝ You’re that fucking DEADBEAT I didn’t have enough bullets for! How have you been! ❞

[hrozvitnirs]

@nicawlette

Death was, without a doubt, a difficult notion for the war harbinger to completely comprehend; a semblance of freedom was proffered to him at his arrival, yet he could only woefully anticipate being thrust back into the perpetual cycle of war and servitude under someone so cruelly immaculate. A longing best kept ignored still clung fierce to him through the years; it harbored a pitiful flagrance at its peak during his years spent conquering and decimation of both cities and regions now left unheard of in this foreign land. There was a certain shame he had for longing for the simpler times he regretfully left in the past; surely, if he were to discover the one who made it worth existing, he would selfishly reclaim what he had long since ignored. Though, that felt as if it were a pipe dream; now he was in a brand new world and connected to some stranger by his soul, no less. The very thought of having to allow someone to greedily leech from what he had enough of caused the very skin on his body to crawl; the fact that he also needed to be dependent on another person elicited anger to be the primary emotion displayed during his arrival.

It went on for a good few days until he saw it fit for him to grace his partner with his presence; as he proceeded to get a feel as to how to locate them, he could only wonder if it would be breaking the rules of this rundown shitshow if he consumed their soul and used it for the better good. Certainly, it would not hurt to try it; after all, if they were going to have a parasitic relationship with him, they should only have to deal with the repercussions of that. After deciding that all was fair, he opted on beginning the simplest pursuit of his life; with their souls connected, he only had to follow the seemingly magnetic pull between them. Taking only moments to locate his desired destination, the anger that was building up immediately subsided the moment he realized who was at the end of it all-- his partner was not who he imagined it to be.

Fear, loathing, and confusion were violently bubbling emotions the soldier was not accustomed to settling nor managing appropriately; however, in this case, it currently was not a negative experience by any means. An influx of personal inquiries flooding his thoughts at an alarming and almost intrusive rate; he would only bet on the worst scenario to transpire between them at this rate-- he had grown almost cynical with his absence. Would she be angry? Disappointed? Scared? Daydreams of this event occurring were frequent, no doubt; however, he never conjured proper responses or introductory greetings for this particular circumstance. With prior knowledge of his own arrival, it was clear that she, too, had died as well; undoubtedly, this was a poor start for the warmonger-- he could only feel his voice catch in his throat at any opportunity given for him to speak.

Should he apologize? Apologetic was something he was far from; though they have been separated for years, he was much more pleased with her dead and with him than alive and with another stranger. Covetous as he was, he would never openly admit something so unseemly unless there is a need for it; with more conflicting thoughts littering his cluttered mind, Wolfgang went for a more simple approach than any others he could possibly form at the time. Allowing a very foreign, and dearly missed, name to fall from his lips, he could not veil his dumbfounded, yet foolishly hopeful visage nor his widened eyes as he spoke her name.  ❝ Nicolette? ❞

[bunchofrpmemes]

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[hrozvitnirs]

bunchofrpmemes:

My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

[hrozvitnirs]

( @mientesas )

WIRY LEGS TRAVERSE COBBLESTONE PEPPERED IN snow; a semblance of irritation dousing pallid features each time someone wandered too close. Movements neared towards the curb rather than the shops lining the brightly lit street; a waning moon illuminating the dark firmament it inhabits. As if ambling upon a tightrope, one foot was placed directly in front of the other; a childish notion, no doubt, but an eternal, porcelain visage belies a war blemished past-- it mattered not, regardless. Unnecessary plights hung tantalizing-- awaiting to be carefully seized by splayed, greedy fingers; however, each possible endeavor seemed to arise as something akin to damning. Bringing harm to its CORE-- the city-- was deemed impossible; therefore, he chose to whittle it down to its very bone-- to strip it to its very foundation. After all, when that was the only source of entertainment for the WARMONGER, there was scarce else he found that he could do; there was a predatory hunger that labeled him as nothing more than an insatiable beast-- whose childish, gluttonous impulses reign terror upon both weary naysayers and starry eyed visionaries.

Bournless, he was nothing more than a virulent, noxious parasite whose condemnation would cease to exist; serving under the most DIVINE, void was any judgement-- no matter how tarnished his obsidian soul might be. Bereft of moral sense, whether his deeds are virtuous or unholy mattered not; he was a HARBINGER, detested and rotten. Hedonistic and prone to flights of fancy, compulsions to fulfill those reveries became harsh realities; self aggrandizement allowed him to lead foolish pursuits to victory and it was something often looked upon as a weakness, though he would disagree. Given the nature of his leisurely activities, chose to wake at dusk and took to the streets; however, it proved fruitless as the infernal city was far too populated to proceed to his liking. Certainly, this is how he ended up balancing himself upon the edge of a sidewalk with an icy gaze flitting swiftly around his surroundings; finding himself enraptured by a group of street performers that vaguely reminded him of harlequins, if it weren’t for the searing warning signs of his own irrational fear for him to cease walking, he would have fallen victim to the horrid cliché of walking headfirst into a complete stranger.

As he pulled what little composure he had together, he mused that the BUFFOON he nearly collided with was seemingly idiotic enough to play with for the time being; after all, it was either him or the sloppily coordinated jesters performing in the street like the traffic obstructing assholes they are. Words boisterous, a frown tugged downward at his apertures as he acted like their near collision was nonexistent, ❝ Why are those guys are so shitty? And why are people pretending to like them? Don’t tell me this is the only form of fun these people get around here. ❞

[aienkienrp]

( here's wolfgang without prior reserve! his app can be found under /a. )

Welcome to Koi, Wolfgang!

You shall be housed in Cappuccino Apartments. Congratulations on fated to Nicolette! We hope you two have a splendid time together.

Your welcome package contains a glow in the dark eye patch, a gift card to the local boutique, and twenty pounds of glitter.

✨ Milkshake mod

[hrozvitnirs]

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