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@curseofthecolossi - s.c
His sword is beautiful, glowing just as brightly as the one she remembers her father wielding. While the hilt isn’t the same color as his had been, Robin wondered if the same blacksmith, human or not, forged them both.
The shifter gently lifted a hand, before freezing it in the air. It wasn’t good to touch things that didn’t belong to you.
“Your sword is beautiful. Where did you get it, if I may ask?”
❛ your grief is your own. let no one take it away from you. ❜
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GROWLING SUGGESTIONS meme ! ✿ not accepting. @curseofthecolossi has whispered: ‘ everyone says i used to be a hero, but i can still taste the blood in my mouth & still feel bruises blooming because of my fists & my eyes are still stretched wide & terrified. ’
❝ I’m certain that no one ever said that being a HERO was easy. Sometimes, I even think that being a villain might indeed be much a more pleasant experience than being forced to carry such a tremendous burden upon your shoulders ── As far as I’m concerned, it makes no sense to fight for others whilst sacrificing little pieces of yourself until, one day, there is nothing left. ❞ Despite the DULCET lilt of her mellifluous voice, the words that waltz ‘pon the edge of her serpentine tongue are indeed harsh and cruel / They are HONED DAGGERS wrought with the scattered bones of all those HEROES that have already fallen, whose mutilated bodies have been employed to nurture the soil of her garden and whose ichorous remains have been generously offered as a feast for ravens and wolves. The vastaya has been painted as the BEAST for a very long time, so is it really wrong of her to finally EMBRACE the role that this world has cruelly forced ‘pon her withered heart ?
An elegant swish of silken appendages, the slow fluttering of obsidian lashes and the gracious canting of her head to one side ; there is a MISCHIEVOUS SIMPER painted across the expanse of her lush tiers, one that gives generous glimpses of the inhumane fangs hidden underneath. ❝ I suppose that this is the PRICE to pay for becoming a legendary hero. So tell me, my dear, was it even worth it ? Or, do you REGRET what you have done, what you have become ? ❞
nonsexual acts of intimacy — select from the following for my muse to respond to. @curseofthecolossi Patching up a wound .
Tails curl up defensively however she does begin to lighten up as his touch had been gentle and even the male shows that he is of no harm & the fox didn’t need to worry . Unfortunately she came across some type of strange creature and quite the fight came out , both ran away and Ahri cowered into a tree simply waiting for rainfall to clean her wound until this kind human came along.
Why is he kind to her ? Why ? Golden eyes linger on his brunette strands , slowly but surely does the woman uncurl herself allowing him closer and showing herself so that he may view the kumiho in all of her glory - despite the wounds , she is still quite prideful . “ why . . . why are you helping me ? “
mutuals send me a “🌹” and i’ll give you a compliment!
@curseofthecolossi asked: 🌹 No you wont
HOE THINKS I WONT HUH
Dear E,
LOVE LOVE! EVER SINCE I FIRST SAW YOU, MY HEART HAS BEEN GOING SUPER LOVE LOVE! TEE-HEE! AS IF THERE WERE ETERNAL CYCLONES AND NEVERCHANGING TYPHOONS. MY HEART IS SWIRLING WITH WINDS OF LOVE! I WANT TO MEET UP WITH YOU IN NOAH’S ARK!!!
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The Slayer’s eternal quest, now and forever, was to see all of Hell’s horde’s to the very last purged from existence; this much would always be. Yet, his purpose was not so base. His cause, his drive, was to see mankind in all its forms across the dimensions freed of external malice that would seek their end.
It was the corruption, the perversion of peace, of innocence, that summoned forth his vitriol. And it was rumblings of such possible threats in one world in particular that brought the Fortress of Doom to bridge him here today.
A realm long abandoned, a ground of giants that roamed aimlessly, meandering around the countryside, seemingly devoid of menace -- on its own, nothing worth concern. Yet, these creatures’ surface peaceful nature was little beyond a mere lack of fodder for their wrath. By all known records, anything unfortunate enough to cross their path was hunted, brutalized to their death, without remorse nor concern. If by any means such beasts ever found their way to society, the carnage would be incalculable.
Just more abominations, capable of little more than preying upon the populace. They would not be suffered to live.
...Yet, arriving here, it would seem his records might have been a touch too dated.
A great temple, the landmark meant to mark the border between their lands and the rest of the world -- damaged, in shambles. The great bridge meant to link the path back to civilization over a gorge otherwise-unthinkable to cross had been collapsed. What truly grasped his attention, however, was the condition of the damage. It had been some time to be sure, but this was altogether recent.
It was then he was stopped. An all-too familiar sensation; an icy chill down his spine. Something was in the area. Something that was just plain wrong.
The Slayer turned, double barrels cocked and primed to unceremoniously execute whatever misbegotten hellspawn had made the fatal error of crossing his path -- and yet, there was no such thing to be found.
There, off in the distance, wandering the outskirts of the temple grounds was... Just...some kid. Some gangly, lanky kid in the middle of nowhere.
Was there some kind of settlement here? The possibility seemed worth a look. Nothing else to occupy his time, the Slayer made his approach to the old ruins from the edge of the destroyed bridge where he’d emerged, the pitch darkness of the portal snapping shut behind him.
@curseofthecolossi 🎔‘d
Light filtered through the trees, gently cascading upon her. A warm spring day in the village had given her the perfect excuse to relax after finishing all of her tasks. Truly, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep. She’d been waiting out here for Wander for some time but it seemed his own responsibilities were taking longer than either had anticipated.
But closing her eyes for just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt anything, right?
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“You’re alive.”
It was a statement the fox did not make often. That was the thing about being semi-immortal, she outlived almost everyone. Faces met seemingly recently were gone in the blink of an eye, at the mercy of time and death working in tandem.
His face in particular was one she didn’t think she’d see again, and not on her own ash covered shores. Last she recalled, he was fulfilling a quest that, to her at least, sounded suicidal. For a goal that she did not think would work the way he wanted it too.
The demon was not sure what to make of the fact that he had found his way into her domain.
“Last I saw you, you were taking down a beast larger then I. How’d that work for you?”
