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Haunting Echoes
Artist: Nils Hamm TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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Haunting Echoes
Artist: Nils Hamm TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
Haunting Echoes (Odyssey) - Arnie Swekel
adown the valley blow / Haunting echoes of our laughter
“Together,” Carrie Williams Clifford (1922)
Haunting Echoes
Was anyone else on Haunting Echoes as a smol emo role player? Feel free to add me I used to go by Thorn Flower or Thorny if you knew me well. Shout out to JasonAlexander, Woen Sorrow or Askem2. You guys were the best to rp with I hope you’re doing well.
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'He was her salvation and damnation wrapped up in one...' ~~Release Blitz~~ Haunting Echoes by Caethes Faron
Amaia was one of the most sought after courtesans in King James’s London when she became a vampire. Together with her sire, Lawrence, she works to birth a new, more powerful race of vampires. She has everything she could want: wealth, prestige, and eternal life. She fears nothing. That is, until Michael, the first man she killed, walks into a tavern twenty-three years after she killed him. He…
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Haunting echoes || Clara and the Doctor
The only thing that mattered in that moment was one sentence. 'You're a Dalek, Oswin.' That one sentence was echoing around her head again and again, despite her best attempt to stop it.
It couldn't be true. She was human.
It had to be true. He wouldn't lie.
She tried fighting it; she tried to fight it using all of the strength that she had left, but it was too strong. The hatred felt like it had consumed her completely, and she could detachedly feel the Dalek shell not hers, never hers rolling forwards towards the man who had tried to help her, with the shrill voice that had haunted her dreams screaming out that word.
Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!
But then, just like that, she opened her eyes. She was no longer curled into a ball in an imaginary pod. She was laying spread out on a bed. Her bed.
That thought didn't do much to comfort her, though. All she could remember was the pain, because she had been turned into a Dalek; they'd forced it upon her, and the anger and then the fear. So she did the only thing that her emotionally drained body could think to do. She curled up tightly into a ball, and cried.