Jun 4, 2019
the venerable lady of war
seen from Yemen
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Ecuador
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Brazil
seen from South Africa
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Mexico
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
the venerable lady of war
“Welcome, humans, to our blog. I am the Conceptual Existence of Justice.” With an extravagant bow and a flaring blue coat, Justice introduced himself
“I am Philosophy. Feel free to drop by and chat with us, we won’t bite,” Philosophy joined in, stoically casual.
“Hm. I am War.” the last of the three greeted shortly.
// Mun here! I’m so excited to start this blog back up, with an actual storyline in the works, new designs and a new art style that I feel is more fitting than my previous one! I hope you all like the new blog!
its her!!! war!!!
she was the lightning; bursting into action, striking and disappearing within the same instant. silent and devastating and bright
me and linnkyleo have attack each other a lot this art fight!! this time we have one of my girls dancing with one of theirs!
isn’t it odd? the one with the most faith in humanity has the bloodiest hands.
Day 7 - dia los muertos / forgotten
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her name is war flowers are crushed underfoot blood staining their vibrant petals a dark red. straining lungs struggle as they draw in harsh, stuttering breaths. scarlet hand prints litter her path
a staccato beats against the ground
drip...
drip...
drip...
the staccato of war drums
bang bang BANG
a broken body, wounded and unbalanced, sent tumbling to the ground dirt and grime burn like salt in a wound anguished screams held between gritted teeth and bloodied lips fingers harshly dig into gaping wounds, stifling the bleeding and ripping rough metal out
her name is war and she lies in a shallow grave, made of bloodied tulips and broken innocence