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Indie Tal-Vashoth Iron Bull Semi-Selective, not mutuals-only

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hi hello it’s been 23446 years and tbh im contemplating rebooting... or if not, u can find me at my ovw oc

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screams

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Jesse stared upward, hand holding his hat in place as the young man tilted his head enough to actually see his, he was assuming this creature was a he, face. "like yer horns."

Not an unusual comment. There’sa crack of a smile, and a raise of thebrow. “Thanks, ah--,” hm. This somesort of new recruit? “You’re new?” He,normally, would recognize a face.

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The smell of sweat, blood, and ale. THAT, is what drew him. Like a long- since retired dragon creeping from it’s den, does the Bull rise. Slipping from the confines of his quarters, calloused fingers rubbing away the remainders of sleep still heavy on his eyelid. And without hesitance, he’s meandering towards the tavern. Long heavy strides, each step carried with a slight limp to spare his permanently injured ankle the cruelty of his very own weight. He ducks into the shoddy place, his home, within a home. “Hah! Drinking already?”

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nervous exhale,,,,

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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is bull gonna be put on hiatus again? the answer: I have no idea anymore but my muse is just Not Here™

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inhales I guess he’s gonna be put on hiatus :/

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From Hell Starters

"From Hell." Well, at least they got the address right.

Your typical Londoner, imbued with Christian sympathy for his fellow man — or fellow whore, in this case.

You know who you're going to turn into. That sad old man in the pub that no one wants to sit beside because after a few drinks he'll start talking about the girl that got away

We were starving, but we were starving in fresh air.

What? You think I was paying you back?

I didn't mean it as business.

I'm still a woman, they haven't taken that away from me, not yet anyways!

I know you asked me to wait.

If I'm to be murdered, I'd like at least to die in my village.

Here's an address where you can find us. We'll wait for you eagerly.

I know in my heart we can be happy living by the sea.

I hope to be with you soon, dearest

No man amongst you is fit to judge the mighty art that I have wrought.

Your rituals are empty oaths you neither understand nor live by.

The Great Architect speaks to me. He is the balance, where my deeds are weighed and judged. Not you.

I suspect you enjoyed that.

I would happily wallop you every time you chased the dragon.

You've seen something? What did you see?

You know, they used to burn men like you alive.

I want him.

I give you my word.

Fuck your word!

I'll bring every last one of you fucking cunts down.

This is not helping anything.

Don't be a fool

You will be very closely watched.