— sanctified ,

I HAVE TOLD YOU OFTEN ENOUGH THAT I DID NOTHING BUT BY GOD'S COMMANDMENT. I BORE THIS STANDARD WHEN WE WENT FORWARD AGAINST THE ENEMY TO AVOID KILLING ANYONE. I HAVE NEVER KILLED ANYONE. ❞ { INDIE JEANNE D'ARC RP BLOG }

[thesunshinegirls]

"Hey, are you alright?" Rin looked at the young woman with concern. She was clearly a Servant - but also obviously new to Fuyuki.

Looks like the Carnival had a new participant.

[oholyvirgin]

          "Forgive me," she speaks to the concerned magi, lips tug into a brief smile. To violaceous hues, the magi before her is swathed in silvern lines. No Servant dwells within the immediate vicinity, causing the saint to ponder if she is a participant herself. "I am indeed, though... I fear I have wandered to somewhere I am unfamiliar with."

[laveidem-deactivated20171107]

暴君と聖女 by dith_YTK

[oholyvirgin]

          "I know not why, yet I feel as if I have awoken from a long reverie... one I cannot quite recollect--"

[laveidem-deactivated20171107]

From Fate/Apocrypha Vol 2. 

[swordofrupture]

oholyvirgin replied to your post: oholyvirgin replied to your post: …

//………….. i must go my people need me

[oholyvirgin]

[princeofuruk-deactivated2014010]

A small smile appeared on his lips. How long was it, since someone gave him a good answer?

He didn’t answer her - not immediately - he watched her. Her appearance was strange to him. Of course Ur himself was blonde and he had blue eyes, but still, this girl and her whole aura was…different. “No. I do not question such things. Most people came through the goddess, most people will go through her.” Ur said with a calm voice and lowered his head. “May I introduce myself? I am Ur-Nungal And who are you?”

[oholyvirgin]

Ironic, an amused smile playing no her lips at the information he had revealed. For a goddess to allow one who does not believe in their absolute presence to let her breach these walls was beyond her, yet she would not question. Rather, she kept herself in check so the kind boy would not think ill that she were making a mockery of him before evening introducing herself.

" Then one day I might have word with said goddess of her choices, " a small jest to lighten the mood more. At his name, a brow rose. " I did not dream of a time where I would encounter the face which belonged to that name. 'Tis a pleasure, indeed. I am known as Jehanne, if such a name strikes familiar. "

[servantkingofisrael]

He glanced at the woman who, at first glance, was greatly alluring.

“It would be my pleasure, fair maiden.” 

He gently picks up his harp, slowly closes his eyes and starts plucking the strings of his harp producing such captivating tunes.

[oholyvirgin]

Every pluck of the string could only be described as captivating, the maiden finding peace in each hum of a tune. Divine, the only word she could use to describe the brilliance of his playing. A tilt of her head as she took this time to speak to the other legend before her. Peculiar that such a conversation was to be had between two entities as themselves.

" Your skill with the harp is impeccable, " her voice light and gentle to match the atmosphere. " Might I inquire how you came to play such a celestial instrument -- as well as what I might hail you?

Your class would be enough to appease me. "

[arielshepard]

{ ☨ oholyvirgin }

—Asked if she knew she was in God’s grace, she answered: ‘If I am not, may God put me there; and if I am, may God so keep me.’

The dead pile up fast. The earth and rocks smolder from the long battle that had transpired. The soils was burnt, ruined. The military woman in ebony armor was willing to break the laws that dictated how man should the earth in times of war in order to win. For the rules of war only went so far on a conflict of this scale. They had to be broken by officers who many classified as tyrants. Warlords in military uniform and branded with rank that could command forces without hesitation. They spent no time brooding over casualty lists, for they were the ones who were willing to send a thousand men to their deaths so that one million could live to see the dawn of the new age post-war.

Smoke still billowed from the small fires that are left and contained in the middle of forestation. A few hours ago, those tall oaks were filled with flame, walls of fire that consumed the enemy. The air was still peppered with the sound of gunfire as the men combed the field for any survivors, those wounded and could see the next light of day when tended to by medics. Men who combed the field for any who didn’t die, hissing and groaning corruptions of once livings beings that were promptly shot in the head. They couldn’t even speak with all the technology that made them puppets to the Reapers, their capacity for intelligence reduced to killing. They were called husks for a reason.

The Commander finished wiping the thick indigo blood from her sword of Solomon before placing it place in it’s sheath, mighty holy weapon placed on a bet that shared a holstered pistol and ammunition. She looked up and examined her handiwork, scarlet red eyes that scanned the great expanse of wartime ruination. Black bruised of ruptured vessels beneath the white of her skin began to form on her face, paired with the blood that ran down her hollow face, hard and bony and cut with scarification. Holy fire, holy blood, holy rage. The wrath of God and the Law had been born in the twenty second century, ready to defend her species against the invaders that would see the children of God and the civilizations that bore of the marks of thousand of years of development slaughtered into oblivion, into obscurity. 

She saw a light, something pure that glowed like a tear in the desolate landscape of decay. A woman in armor with a halo of light about her head. The harsh chill of the air did nothing to the military officer as she walked toward the apparition. A vision? A messenger? Who could possess such a saintly light in the middle of a warzone? The Commander put her armored hand up to her face to block the blinding glow of white and gold as she moved closer, her black lips parting as if to remind herself to breathe as she approached the armored woman.

Crimson irises narrowed as they they adjusted before widened slightly, her hand lowering as she finally made out the identity of the woman before her. “It can’t be…” she asked in the form of a whisper, the chill of winter’s bones and the American Midwest imprinted upon her tongue. “Are you… who I think you are…?”

[oholyvirgin]

... this earth had not flourished as she once hoped it would.

Bright hues of azure and scarlet sparked viciously, the scintillating orbs compacting together from her toes till the crown of her golden head. A summoning, not one of masters or grails -- the Counter Force wailed in agony, a soul sacrifice was in dire need. Silvern sparkles dispersed in a quick motion, their chosen warrior emerging in a scene of utter devastation. Viloaceous hues could not find solace in any direction. What peace could be found in death and chaos?

Smoke wafted gently to the heavens from the smoldering soils beneath her feet, a nostalgic warmth emitting from the crackling flames that burned through the foliage of forests. Destruction, as if she had been too late to pull innocent lives from a grave dug so deep into the Earth. This world that she returned to was not in the image that her Lord once lovingly molded, the ache in her chest clawing fiercely with each beat of her heart.

Rubble crunched with every step, blonde plait swaying at the turn of her head. Ire only flared in the back of her mind with every new sight. A wave of relief reminiscent of the ocean's frigid touch soothed each ember in a moment. Someone addresses me, the simple notion was all that be needed with the turn of her head in search of the origin.

Crimson, the first colour that stood out to her as her eyes locked on the approaching woman -- no, rather a soldier. Gender was of no purpose upon the field of battle. Death took no prisoners, only the multitude of lives that served so courageous. Gauntlet digits gripped at the holy sword, wondering if this visage was one she should know from a past so distant.

Crackling flames filled the air, a gentle voice returning their words. " I fear I know not the countenance of who speaks to me, " an apologetic tone as to not bring harm to the one who had made their way. " Yet if you approach without apprehension and recognition, I pray you are one whom destiny has chosen to aid this land rather than ruin. " Meagre was the smile that followed her speech, the realization once more settling in at those last few words.

" ... or have I come too late, o stranger... are these the flames of Apocalypse that sweep the worthy into the Kingdom of Heaven? "

[shinichameleon]

By 貴邑

[princeofuruk-deactivated2014010]

|| ♔ inhuman—perfection ♔humptydumptys-contractor ♔ sacredosmagnus ♔ oholyvirgin and ♔ retiredhero found the prince.

“Oh —-lately I see more and more faces” he mumbled, more to himself than to the other person. The prince offered the stranger a friendly smile “What are you doing here? It’s not a place for humans.”

[oholyvirgin]

" Your answer is as good as mine. "

Violet hues took their time to examine the boy and her new found surroundings, bewilderment fresh upon her features. A few steps forward as she pondered to herself in silence, her eyes returning to the young man with golden tufts. " Alas, if it is no place for humans then I am to wonder how one such as I has breached it. Should you not inquire how did one happen upon this sanctity rather than why? "

[oholyvirgin]

Irises & Gladiolus

" I do my best to avoid violence by my hand if I can, yet if a time calls for it then I shall wield my blade to uphold the regulations and discipline that I am tasked with. "

[oholyvirgin]

Irises.

" I know not if these are wise words, but I will say this: do not forsake what it is that you believe. Many people have the power to take away your life, to take what you cherish and destroy it before your eyes. However, this reign can ne'er rip your belief from your heart if you stand firm to defend it.

It is inevitable that our bodies shall decay one day, but our notions are eternal until we choose otherwise. "

[shockwaver99]

By ムアン

[oholyvirgin]

Lilies

" I have not gotten so close to another to have lost them as you imply. Perchance it would be my family... in exchange for my campaigns, they had fallen beyond my reach. "

[oholyvirgin]

tyrannicalcrown a ragi votre billet :

(thats hella rude) As if Id eat rotten flesh such as yours.

" Then it seems we have come to an agreement, for I am not a feed for curs that decorate themselves as king as if it will higher their worth. "

[oholyvirgin]

If you were mine I'd throw you to the nearest hungry animal.

" ... the nearest hungry animal? Perchance if you were to crawl upon all fours many would mistake you as one to feed me to. "

[oholyvirgin]

If you were mine I'd protect you till my last dying breath. Never would I part ways with you of my own accord nor let anything but a smile grace your face.

Taken aback, the young saint blinked at the lovely words bestowed to her. A slight chuckle, trying to imagine the fantastical imagery. " As a lady would to their knight, I would be grateful that your sword was there to let me live another day. The day we shall part shall be the day death claims either of us.

... and if it was you who must go then I would let this smile you inspired remain, to remind me that I once knew a knight so brilliant she could drown the sun. "