#filthycraftything

[doesnotbow-blog]

when u see your buddy since 20 years he’s died and he’s supposed to be dead so you decide to drag him around in that cool golden age shit kids had. 

he hates u.

[houseofblades]

The competitors: kiltriks, laksiris, ritas, sevoriks*, skolas*

The referee: variks

The judge: hiskoriks

(*) attendance varies

[houseofblades]

☠ Mnervis at youknowwho

[x]

Somehow being pinned by this mongrel wasn’t on Khavis’ agenda today. How did she get into this situation again? A few words, some threats maybe… She’s more concerned with what current position she’s currently in.

“Admit it Khavis,” Mnervis’ voice mingled dangerously along with Kahvis’ angered growls “everyone talks about it. Everyone believes it’s true.”

Mnervis’s head hovered a little closer, Khavis could literally hear his breathing from behind his mask and no doubt a vicious smile forming under that too. Oh how much she could smack that (hypothetical) smug smile.

“I wonder what the Kell would think.”

He mentioned the Kell. That was one step a little too far for the (slightly) smaller Mnervis.

Confident that this was a victory, Mnervis surprisingly didn’t react much when Khavis swung her head back slightly… only for the pair’s helmets to swiftly connect with a loud clatter.

The impact was enough to make him stumble backwards slightly, but it was enough for the baroness to take a step forward with a leg while a dominate palm of the opposing side made contact with his chest. Quickly pulling her leg back while the hand pushed forward with enough force it literally made Mnervis land on his back. Hard.

The slight moment while the wind was knocked out of him was enough for the Baroness to retrieve a discarded uncharged shock blade from the side, lodging it’s pointed end on the ugly colored scarf of Mnervis, pinning him to to the ground. Her own head was pounding even if it is protected by her helmet, but that wouldn’t measure up to the amount of pain Mnervis would be feeling right now.

Keeping the shock blade firm and steady in the floor with one hand, the Baroness knelt beside the ex-Wolf, her form looming over him purposely as she was the one in control here. Not him.

A dominate hand rises to rub the chin of her helmet, contemplating. But she thought the better of it. “I could overlook this as an accident however…” Khavis noticed the angles of Mnervis’ eyes turned sharp. The clever fellow knows exactly what she’s thinking.

“…Everyone loves a good story like this”

[houseofblades]

“You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.” // from Mnervis to you-know-who

[x]

Khavis was just sitting there minding her own damn business, albeit messily snacking on a Batadactyl egg (a rare delicacy) and then HIS voice broke her enjoyment of something edible.

That dumb, annoying voice that belonged to Mnervis. 

“What’s a sl-sssluhgg?” the baroness asked, egg white and yolk deliberately hanging on the sides of her mouth. She tried to pronounce the word but felt like asking a stupid question to a stupid comment on her ‘charm’. 

[houseofblades]

when one of ur barons adopts a stray puppy and he’s more trouble than what he actually is

from here [x]

[kellofdevils]

@filthycraftything

Days had passed since the hive incident. For the most part, it was pushed to the back of Kiltriks' mind as he went about the rest of his duties. Barons were always busy, after all. When there wasn't a mission to be completed, he wasn't awfully fond of spending too much with his followers. They just weren't worth his time usually.

However, as night settled over the small ketch, Kiltriks wandered the halls, not yet ready to sleep but awfully bored. He didn't actually expect much to come from it, just a round through the ship before heading back.

He hadn't seen anyone, almost back to his own quarters when he turned the corner of a hall. Down, towards the end, he could see another form approaching his direction. At first, he didn't pay it much mind. But as he walked closer he suddenly became aware of exactly who it was.

Kiltriks paused in his step, searching through the archives of his own mind to find the freshly demoted dreg's name. It started with an "M" he was pretty sure. M... Ma... Ah, yes.

"Mahrvis."

The name tumbled from his mouth with a poison, and he moved again, advancing upon the poor creature. He backed the smaller eliksni up a little towards the nearest wall, his primary arms resting against it on each side to trap Mahrvis for a second.

His eyes scanned up and down the dreg's form for a short second. "It's pretty late to be walking around, isn't it?"