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              ❝His mouth                              grins all the time—-

         but his { eyes } are  d e a d .❞

        ☢-] Again, he's feeding his favourite cat scraps of human meat, watching the little black thing try and climb up his leg. His own hunger had already been stilled and for once there seemed to be no flesh-eaters out for his skin.

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// I loVE BABYMETAL OMG

mE TOO ughhh i'm annoying my neighbors downstairs by playing it full blast through the apartment 8')

[requiem-of-blades]

hey yo am i late to the party, red string of fate for dante. :UUUU (hit me w/ ur worst shark babe)

63.Our muses are destined to meet as opposing soldiers at the end of a war

Squalo gave a small sigh, glad that everything was winding down. it’s not like anyone had one, but both sides seem to have agreed that if they kept marching forward there wouldn’t be anything left. That didn’t mean everyone was happy with the decision and all the problems were over, but Squalo preferred to wash his hands of the mess. He never liked war, which was why he was often aware of how his actions would effect his surroundings to keep from starting something he couldn’t control.

He leaned back a bit against a tree, which had been stripped of leaves and bark by weather and gunfire. It look sad and plain, but so did most of the ruins these fuckers had left behind. He adjusted the hood of his uniform, pulling his head back into it just a bit so he wasn’t hit with the full-force of the winter chill. Did people ever fight wars in the god damn summer? He always felt like people were pissed off at the cold and decided to get warm they’d just bathe in their enemies blood. Not something he wouldn’t think of doing, now that he mentioned it.

He reached a hand into his pocket, planning on checking in with the boss, only to feel something up against his skull. The barrel of a gun, he’d recognize something like that in an instant. A small snarl passed his lips, his left hand itching with an urge to strike. “Well? Aren’t you going to fucking fire?” How the hell had someone even slipped that close without his notice? Squalo must really be losing his god damn touch.

The only response Squalo received was a laugh. He recognized it before he could even get frustrated.

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me." He sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his chest like he was pouting a bit before turning to face the man behind the gun, raising a rather curious eyebrow. "I should have known with the reports we were getting back that someone like you got involved. The hell did they do, bribe you with pizza?"

"You’re not really going to fire that at me, are you?" There was a smirk on Squalo’s lips, he knew quite well what the answer would be.

[requiem-of-blades]

dante // awaken, beast. (am i toO LATE OR IS THIS OK)

(( DIDN’T WE ALREADY DO THIS KINDA PHFT ))

He didn’t want to be bothered right now. If the other had expected a friendly visited, had expected anything at all, this had to have surprised him. The fact that Squalo was indeed a volatile man was known to few, as he had a pride and dignity that demanded he appear composed. He enforced limits on himself. The only times he would let go completely would be when no one would live to remember it. But even then, those were few and far between. His needs to lash out had dwindled over the years. He’d become calmer. More composed.

This wasn’t the case.

Leave. That was the warning he gave. His voice not teasing, not mocking, not the slightest bit joking. It was harsh, serious, and direct. There was no way to question his words or find the slightest leeway. It was an order he demanded be followed for the sake of both parties involved. But it wasn’t. Perhaps the mutt was merely unaware, but he’d learn. And he wouldn’t fucking forget it.

It’s not a joke, Dante. He fucking means leave, Dante. Are you really trying to press this, Dante. Are you really still fucking here, Dante.

Without warning he struck. One second he was in that chair, his head bent over his desk, fingers curling against the palm of his hand. The next he had a blade against the others throat, his eyes not meeting Dante’s. He wasn’t looking at the other, he wasn’t acknowledging the mutt’s existence in the least. It was merely something he wanted to cut down. He used the rage he had buried from their last encounter, the uselessness he felt at his ineffective strikes, to drive himself relentlessly. It didn’t matter what the mutt tried to do, Squalo had taken a complete offense. Block. Step back. Right until the mutt was backed into the fucking corner. Something has to give, Dante. Something always has to give. You aren’t invincible. Neither is Squalo.

He stopped for a moment, panting a bit, his frustrations filling his breath and fueling him. His blade was pressed against the mutt, forcing the others back with a strength Squalo shouldn’t have had. A strength that was tearing his own muscles to shreds. A strength that didn’t give a single damn about himself. He hated it, hated it, hated it! That weakness of his own mortality! Being reminding how fragile he was! How little he could do! It was why he hadn’t challenged Dante after that first match. He pretended it never happened. He turned his back on it. Squalo wanted to forget it. He didn’t hold Dante in contempt for it, no he held instead the idea of Dante in contempt. The side of him that wasn’t human. The side of him Squalo felt fucking justified to be lashing against.

He continued to push back, forcing the mutt to the floor, towering over him like a god damn dragon, wanting to strike everything at once. Wanting to burn that god damn power into ashes.

But he stopped.

Squalo leaned against the wall instead, letting his hands drop weakly to his side. The hell was he doing? The hell was he lashing out at? He was so close to making a terrible mistake. He could feel it. If he let himself keep going he was going to end up regretting it. This was something he didn’t want to lose. This companionship. This comradery. Having someone who could take the worst of him and accept it. Who had even seen the worst of him at all. He stepped back, trying to forget this too. Trying to brush it off. He hated dealing with his mistakes. It just made him seem like a much weaker man. His pride demanded he laugh, but his honor demanded he apologize.

He did neither, satisfying neither emotion and neither side of himself. He just took the middle ground and stepped back, a look of regret masking his face.

[realta-x]

Tribe Clashes : Connor&Korra/closed

If it wasn't the fact she wasn't lost, Korra would have just given up long ago and went home. She had no idea where she was at and quite frankly, she was at a loss even with Naga being with her. This place was new and foreign to her and she didn't even know where she ended up at. Scratching her head she grumbled a little as she hopped off Naga and looked around. Well at least she can point out obviously she was in the woods somewhere, so that was a start. Though she wasn't too sure what lived in the woods, and that was the keyword what. Was there wild animals or people that would try to attack her for going in here. She could try and think about it but, she just didn't know.

" Hmmm . . . ", the young avatar stood there puzzled as she wasn't quite sure where to go from here. Really, all she was doing was . . visiting she supposed. Well, she had to prove to that guy that bending was a true thing and none of this magic business. Well, she guess maybe it could be related to that in some way but still ! She was the avatar not some wizard or whatever !

Though she supposed she probably should have asked and maybe told that she was going and needed some directions. She supposed screaming the words ' I'll prove it ! ' on a screen doesn't really do much. So, she wasn't really smart about the situation but that didn't mean she couldn't get out of it ! All she had to do was simply find out where she was and well . . . figured out where he was. For she had no idea where he was even at and now she just realized, she just went head straight in and charged again. A loud irritated groan came out of her as she rummaged her hands through her hands like crazy trying to think.

Well maybe she could just believe in her luck and do things that way !

. . or maybe not that was probably a bad idea.

" W-Well, Naga lets just keep going forward I guess ", she grumbled irritably and Naga just made a groan like noise and followed her as Korra kept going forward. Surely Korra would end up somewhere good to where she could find out where to go. Maybe.

Hearing Naga growl a little snapped her attention toward her in question. Before she could even ask what was wrong, she heard other growls that were definitely not from Naga. Well that answered that question. As she looked around she saw that she was surrounded by wolves. Maybe about five or six of them were standing here now surrounding the two of them. She smirked as she punched the palm of her hand and almost seemed excited. " Finally I can do something to get this frustration out ! ".

Korra then took her stance and exhaled a little and then moved her foot behind her to the front and punched out her fire blast toward one of the wolves. Naga on the other hand was biting at one and swatting it away while another one was coming after her. Which made Korra's attention go straight there and shoot another fire blast at one of the wolves to help her friend. In which her turning back to where she was facing before got her to meet face to face to a wolf's fang bearing face which made her flinch a little from the surprisement of that and maybe some fear mixed into there also.

Panting she got into another stance to fire bend once again. But she wasn't too sure if she could fend all of them off like this, even the ones she shot down got back up even if they were hurt. How long were these irritating attacks going to keep going ?