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@sadoldhunter
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Is there a story to your garb? Few hunters travel in such piercing colors and no garb can absorb electricity like yours.
❝ — I was young and careless. Mistakes have been known to happen to even old fools. — ❞
That wasn’t the whole story - it never was. Too old to bother with long, cautionary tales that he knew no young one would take real heed from, Henryk just sunk into a memory that he could never seem to shake.
Metal armor had been his go-to; something to suck in the blows but flexible enough to keep moving, keep rolling. He could laugh in the faces of beasts who chipped their claws on silvery metal. Not once had he had to worry about the arcane striking him - nothing he had fought had struck him with anything, and super-heated metal he did not have to fear. Fire struck fear in beast and man alike; they did not wield it for they feared it so.
Blue sparks danced across the fur of the beast, shoulders hunched and hulking, maw drooling, hungry for his blood, the blood of the hunter. He laughed at it, screamed and roared as though he too were a beast, letting the rage that always followed him. Such anger had always come naturally to him, since he was but a lad, dirty feet scrabbling at the ground, grubby hands hunting for pockets and purses laden with coins.
Beast, sparking and blue, returned the roar; bloodthirsty, claws grasping. A missed dodge was hardly fatal - but the current ran through Henryk, made him angrier. Sparkling through his veins, lighting him on fire, fire blue fire -
Victory did come to him. Cleaver tore strips of meat from bone; young Hunter with his teeth clenched, breathing HEAVY. Head addled by the rush of the fight, he desired to take a trophy. He thrust his arm to grasp onto the head, expecting the thunder beneath its skin to have died with it.
It did not. The lightning flashed through his arm in a great release, all of it rushing in at once and running through his arm till it smoked and went numb. He screamed and screamed till the lightning reached his tongue and still he did not die. Collapsed upon the ground, arm no longer containing any feeling.
When he managed to pull melted flesh and skin from fused metal and clasp from his body, the scars came to stay. Where there was not pale and melted, warped and scarred meat and aching bone, there were electrical scars the length of his arm. Never had there been a pain like that - never would there be again.
He didn’t plan on getting hit anymore. He didn’t plan on it - he didn’t plan on the thunder anymore. Perhaps it was a weakness of his; this fear of bolt and blue arches coming forth...
Unconsciously, he brought a gloved hand to his ruined arm and grasped it, once more recalling the pain as nerves damaged beyond repair brought the lightning back.
In which myself and hunter-of-hunters discuss experimenting on Henryk ( sadoldhunter) to grant him “mustard on the inside”, which then logically means that he breathes mustard gas, which makes him a potent bioweapon with which to combat the plague.
We are doctors, I assure you. People of Yharnam, your streets shall be cleansed, with the help of code name… “Mustard Seed.”
Goddammit, I’m still objecting to this.
Going to Tennessee
This time around, I’m going on a family vacation we’ve been planning for around two years that kept getting postponed due to emergencies. I will be gone from July 4th to July 10th! Once I return all activity will begin again; I have no games to play and no more blogs left to start up.
There will be some changes though! I will be adding a blog finder page where you can click a banner and go to any of my current rp blogs, so you can hunt around for where I am at the moment or interact with me wherever you like! Currently it’s in the works, but expect it to be done very soon. Secondly, I’ll be hosting livestreams when I can! I’m hoping a weekly draw or game stream. Lastly, I’m going to set a schedule to my blogs so hopefully no activity staggers.
Also, if you wish to contact me! My skype is ame-dadra - please make sure you tell me who you are before you send a request! My personal blog is here so you can also contact me there if you wish, and you can always send an ask for my phone number if you wanna text me. Chances are I’ll probably give it to you.
See you all in a week!
New post on knifecenter http://ift.tt/1Fkw0EC
(via I could throw a million times and never do this again. Holy Hell. - Imgur)
Some months back I designed and laser cut a throwing knife hairpiece that functions with part of a larger story. At some point I’ll try to put it all together to show you, but for now have a small taste! It’s mirror acrylic with a titanium blade.
Bought some new knives while I was on vacation earlier this week.
I just gave the new throwers a try and they all stuck on the first throw. So proud of myself.
by Horton Knives
Custom made Zero Tolerance ZT452 alutex scale
New post on knifepics http://ift.tt/1Fkw0EC
Mayo / Williams Collab Dr Death Jr Timascus Flipper
Behring Made Technical Bushido
Stainless Steel, Brass, Tasmanian Oak