#battlefcrged

[ulfhrafnxa]

 @battlefcrged liked for me to steal his boners.

    ❝ --Behind you, ❞ no sooner do those words escape her lips does a dagger fly in his direction, meeting it’s mark before it had time to strike. ❝ Death hound. ❞ Silently she moves to recollect skyforge steel, remaining aware of her surroundings whilst examining the corpse of the creature. Where death hounds roamed their masters did not follow far behind.

[aldrichfaithful-blog]

battlefcrged replied to your post: WORKING ON A RINGED CITY ARC

i thought u were dead

[heavenbright]

please follow, onegaishi-please uwu;;

@battlefcrged​ && @wrathcwen​

super srs and legit rp blugs

[littlebearwithinthebullarchived]

“it’s my job to protect you.”

Protector starter sentences

Ursula had always been a cute thing, she was ornery ashell and tormented anyone that had the misfortune to go anywhere near her butshe always looked downright adorable. Her features had always failed to portraythe brutality that lurked in her heart but that would not be the case anymore.It was a calculated decision on her part, she had spent a considerable amountof time heating up her favorite blade in the fire while her adoptive father waspreoccupied. When she was satisfied, she sat down and blindly ran the sharpedge down her face. Three slashes, placed with the intention of mimicking clawmarks. It was her way of throwing a fit, she wanted to raid, wanted to leaveher mark on the battlefield but he continued to coddle her. Her response was acarefully placed strike that didn’t sit well with him in the slightest. Shefelt his hands on her face, so gentle for a man that had been forged in thefire of war. Ursula knew that he was trying to determine the damage, trying towork out if it was something he could manage on his own. It was precisely whatinfuriated her.

“No, it isn’t,”frustration became increasingly apparent one her face, viper green eyes glaredat him from behind the wreckage she had inflicted upon her face. Ursula shiftedher weight, tried to lean away as her hands aggressively shoved against hisshoulders. A growl built in the back of her throat as her face continued tosting and throb. Regret was building, it clashed with the paranoia that hadbeen simmering in the pit of her gut for years. Ursula didn’t understand why hewould want to look after someone like her, couldn’t figure out what he wouldget from it and why he was always so damn gentle. Perhaps it was pity, god shehoped that it wasn’t. The mere idea of someone extending a charitable handbecause they pitied her made her want to retch. Exhaling loudly, Ursula turnedaway from him as she continued, “I never asked you for any of this! Didn’t askyou to take me in, didn’t ask you to feed me, you did that on your own accord.Never forget that I’m not your responsibility, Raider. I never have been and I neverwill be.”

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@battlefcrged

What about sliced bread

humans made that.