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The woods are the home of the HUNTER; and when alone, he lets quietness be his ally as he patiently waits for the noise to e c h o around the voice of nature. Seated over a trunk, he aims at the origin of the noise { a unusual noise } that of a HUMAN, instead of an animal, which just stimulated the cripple to wait –– he could not chase, but he could easily hit the right spot; and with bow and arrow in his hand, he aimed; his hand ready to let it loose.

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❝Ah you don’t want to do that, boy❞ he warned at the complete sight of the other, walking out of the the bunch of bushes in full confidence despite knowing that he could have an arrow on his chest at any second. Slate has heard of the immense wrath of the Northmen; rumors about their fierceness have gone flying all around Europe ever since the raid in Northumbria. But now, he was wandering around their territory with clothing similar to theirs, a stick in his hand and a sword saved on one side of his hips. ❝I doubt you’ll like my kind of taste.❞

#strangestviking #║█ [ Verse: Unknown ]#||► –– ;;thread #aaaah i love ivar freaking boneless!#thnx for dis

sanctamater:

EYES WERE WET and red, blinking back tears of frustration that had sprung to her eyes as though she were a FOUNTAIN of sorrow. How foolish she must have appeared to him; appearing in a fury as though he OWED her something. Lips trembled, catching upon her teeth until blood blossomed like a ROSE. There were so many things Columbia did not know of; every wild law, every treaty – Marriage was a most ANIMALISTIC state. Perhaps Slate had a point: it was a fine thing, to keep one’s hand’s clean: yet how did he LIVE? Did the Captain’s heart not bleed and flutter as the rest of man’s did? “Captain, I – “ A pause; her lungs rattled with breath. The man had to have been a SAINT, even if he dared not care, and with exhaustion taking over, she leaned into his hand. “…I cannot rest while my husband is… Missing. What if the anarchists and rebels captured him?! What if – “ Her brows rose, forehead crinkling in frustration as she shrank in upon herself. “…I could not bear it.”

Slate could only offer the sainted lady of Columbia his poker face. He was shameless enough as to not fake an emotion; The Captain of the city in the sky was no fan of hypocrisy, and to favor it in circumstances as this would be to go against his principles; there was no ethical dilemma he could stress on, and he preferred it that way. It was not coldness, neither could it be insensitivity; but can a heart that has bled for so long feel the aching still? Time led the Captain of Columbia’s military to get used to the bleeding to the point where the ache no longer bothered–pained– him; he had learned to separate duty and work from something rare on him like feelings. However, despite his abnormal estate, he was still a man; there was no divinity in him that could make him superior; he was no God, nor a saint. No matter how real and truthful his poker face would be, his system was still functional enough to care; ❝I know, but worry will not bring the Prophet back, if those Anarchists took him I’ll make sure their regret will be far strong than their ideals;❞ he titled his head as his face still showed nothing but letting the hand on her shoulder speak of his own way of concern; ❝but you must be patient.❞

#sanctamater #║█ [ verse: A soldier's redemption ]#||► –– ;;thread

retributor:

Slate was lucky to have caught the expression; just as soon as it appeared, it was gone, and the Count had forced that air of calm so intrinsic to his character.

❛ Heavy words for a near stranger to say, wouldn’t you agree? ❜ He countered, with an air of indifference. ❛ What are you even talking about, Captain. Tell me, was I mistaken in divulging that I once had a young flame? ❜

There was nothing more diverting to him than when he witnesses a state of denial. Luckily for Slate, it took him his years of sacrifice on the militia to read a face that he didn’t need to have time as his ally to claim himself correct. Nevertheless, there was no need for the Conde to keep denying it, he recognized that feeling like the palm of his hand....because the Captain lived it, he too hided it once.

❝I’m afraid I was hoping you could tell me, you see Count,❞ he leaned onto his elbows, showing his amusement in the scoff he let escape from his mouth, ❝I might be a stranger, but I don’t need to know your name, and God is my witness, to know what I’m lookin’ at.❞ He shrugged, ❝perhaps the Count of Monte Cristo needs to work on his body language to keep strangers from reading him and find out his body and soul are longing for the woman inside these walls.❞

#retributor #║█ [ Verse: We strode that battlefield like the heroes of Sparta ]#||► –– ;;thread

sorry for not being here, but i had to finish my recovery session and plus the jet lag, i had no time to be here..but now that i’ve finished recovery i can say that i’m free. promise i’ll be here tonight and get rid of my drafts

#outofslate #i still need to recover from this jet lag tho .__.#but i'm also happy cause my legs responded perfectly to recovery :)#so i have the mood

i mean sweetheart..if people are standing for trump i seriously don’t doubt they stand for shit like that tbh. it just proves how ignorant and selfish they are.

#breakthecutie #outofslate

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#this song gets me going every single time #i like english+arabic+a little bit of spanish version better #🎶Phonographs #i'll go work on the 4 replies i owe

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about the ww2 thing: does that mean even if youre writing serious & on the allied side??? or a double agent? like are you saying that anyone who writes anything to do with ww2 fictitiously is making light of the war???? (im just curious becus we're mutuals & i had been planning a ww2 verse so...)

Absolutely not. I do not oppose to the idea of making a wwii verse, like, go ahead, I am nobody to forbid you that. I am only standing for my beliefs; coming from a country whose participation on the war took both sides politically, and not because it was completely defeated but because we had a coward ruler who turned the country over to hitler like a silver tray, believe me it’s humiliating, specially we involuntarily received them as if they were tourists and tried to implement their beliefs on us when we stood completely against it. I’m saying ‘we’ and ‘us’ and I was not even alive back then ( but that’s what I want to get to ), but my grandparents lived it, they had their friends taken ( close friends ) and they happened to be part of the group who were discriminated because of their religious beliefs; so can you imagine how they felt? no, and neither can I, because we didn’t live it, but the least I can do is to be modest, understand what they lived, and not make a joke or a parody of the reality of what happened. I am not saying you take history of that war lightly, and I am sure you don’t; all I am saying is that making a blog that stand for hitler’s nazi ideology is taking the meaning of that war lightly because they didn’t live it, all we know is what we get from history books, and some of us from our grandparents; but we don’t know how the war really felt like. Not to mention, that we don’t know if the person behind the screen roleplaying with us or watching us role-play with a nazi blog is part of that religious group that was dramatically affected during the war, and we don’t know how it affects them. I’m just saying that people need to be careful, considerate, and respectful; because that is a very touchy subject and it does touch a nerve; it needs to be treated with maturity and not parody about it, and by ‘parody’ I mean, as to treat it as if it meant nothing.

#║█「 ✖ ;; 」–– – QUESTIONS #reblogging this because it's so true