#actual criptid

[godsfavouritesoul]

Fie! For if there be not knight nor champion to carry the weight of this quest ‘tis my sworn duty to my lands and crown to take u the mantle myself, nay?

If none other are to do it let me take the last of my freedom and see it done myself.

Fetch me a sword and the mare closest to the speed of the northern mind, I shall take the armour for my crowning if I must! This must be done, though the moon full and the armour trimmed in silver I shall do what I must.

[godsfavouritesoul]

Is there not courtiers in this land with which I may converse? No jesters with which I may make merry? No knight for which I may commission sword and cast off the cloak of nobility?

It is clear I am in need of others with persuasions such as my own with which to speak freely

[godsfavouritesoul]

Your bloody lips are on my mouth

I’ve cut my teeth on you and you love it.

[godsfavouritesoul]

Should it be so unbecoming of a young lord, liege, or lady to want to converse with those around them? Is this a crime for which I am unaware?

Or is it less a crime of spoken prose but rather the mouth that spews thoughts like water?

Nay, is it not that words themselves are trifling things but rather that it is so detestable for I alone to speak?

[godsfavouritesoul]

God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers, but he also gives us vamp teeth :3

[godsfavouritesoul]

My teeth are so sharp hehheheheh :DDD