#lamoris

[lashydsdomain]

the boy is finally done. look at this man. look at this tiny ball of death sweet tired boy

hes not on alternia and I would love to get some questions for him

[lamoris-aro]

A woman from the old world

She sought the fruit of knowledge like many before her but she realized that the fruit of knowledge is held in the hand of sleeping death itself, So the women stole it anyway.

So when death woke up to find his fruit gone he was naturally enraged and so his angels set out to destroy the woman who held the fruit, but she knelt before death and begged it for forgiveness…

[lashydsdomain]

🍑🍎🍰

you didnt specify igjkseldf uh i guess ill go for raween since hes the most recently resprited

🍑: Is there a meaning behind your name? Do you like your name? Have you ever changed it?

Hmm... No not really that I can think or for meaning.... I am... indifferent about it, though I don’t know if having an alias really counts as changing my name...

🍎: What, in your opinion, is your best quality? What do others say is your best quality? Do you agree with them? 

How well I can get others to do what I want. It’s. Quite a feat. Hmm.... I don’t... Remember anyone actually. saying what they thought that was about. Well the real me at least. So I cant exactly agree or disagree.... I’m sure Nat could come up with something though.....

🍰: Are some holidays overly mainstream? Which ones feel pointless and over-exaggerated? 

Ugh. The skyball. I was chosen as host once before I was outcast, it was an utter nightmare and I only wish it upon those I hate most. Lamoris week is pointless. everyone knows the stories, and they’re horribly butchered by now. What point is there to celebrating something so far from what it should be?

[lashydsdomain]

Some things are meant to be and some aren’t. When you hear words decreed, a horrible sentence, your own name at the beginning, you begin to think some things.

When it all started it was simple, a few here a few there. Nothing too complex. a thirst for fighting; that’s all it was. I swear. It would have been fine on the planet we used to be from. But here. Here its frowned on to.... Go too far you could say. Within the outskirts there were fighting rings, and there were corpses. Many of them, some I didn't know and some who ended at my own hand. 

In time it has become more. There’s a following. For me. For the crow. I still don't understand my feelings for it. But I watch it work. Very closely mind you. There is nothing that goes on there that I do not know. There is nothing within the copper I do not see. It is my world. I am a god. I feel powerful. Those who wronged me would pay in time. Well. Most of them.

There was a golden guard in the beginning. I took her eye she took my dignity. She will be the last to pay. They do not understand why she is so haunted by my existence.

The laughing child was rather annoying. So we quieted him. He was nothing to us but an annoyance. Interrupting a field meet, such a pest. But now there are reports of metal and bells during such meets. These have been discontinued.

The small rust one. Nat. I am perplexed by her. She is smart. Smarter than those other pigeons. They know it, she knows it. Wants the small one dead. I have my ways of making people disappear. I've done it before. But none quite as smart as this one. Shes special.

There’s a legend, well, more just a children's tale from the cult.  About the little one who took the apple of knowledge from the crow god (I'm laughing so hard this came fro [there's a large ink spill here] and that's why I don't bring people to that bar anymore) and bluh bluh she won his heart or something. What a dumb tale. Probably written by a rust blood.

Shit.