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[SQUINTS AT HIM] Where the fuck have you been?

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Quote of the night by @nabordadomundo: “Dead people don’t read starters” b y e

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Best and worst memory involving Portugal?

Best memories? The simple ones. The ones where they’re just laying on the couch with tea and chatting, small Christmases together, laughing over wine, pillow fights and play bickering. The worst are the ones where they’re against one another because of political reasons. 

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<3 <3 <3 

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nabordadomundo reblogged your post:

Don’t go outside, they said. Stay in the city,...

Emil brushed some pines out of his face as he carefully crept along the forest floor. He took care to lift his feet over larger branches and low lying bushes to keep his steps as quiet as possible. The boy skidded down a gentle hill, boots skating over the fallen pine needles. The entire forest had a golden, auburn light to it as the autumnal sun spilled through the trees.

He stumbled to a stop at the bottom and could see the open field beyond the treeline. And beyond that he could see the herd of red deer. Oh, how proud his tribe would be if he were able to take down a red deer. They wouldn’t want for food for a week at least. Emil quietly removed his bow from across his chest and nocked an arrow against the bowstring as he dropped down low to creep out into the tall grasses of the field.

“Fé, Vit, Friðr, Grið, Heill...” Emil murmured to himself as he brushed through the dry, browning grass. He heard a commotion out near the lake and popped his head up above the golden field of grass and looked towards the water.

The red deer were nervously stamping their hooves against the sandy shore of the lake and kept looking in the direction of the trees on the opposite side of the field. They kept snorting and took a few anxious steps back. The branches over there were noticeably trembling and shaking and a crashing could be heard. The sound of trees cracking and snapping was now clearly audible.

Everything fell silent. Emil held his breath in anticipation and risked a glance towards the deer, who also seemed to be holding their collective breaths. He looked back to the trees and tightened his hold on his bow.

  Suddenly the treeline broke and a great beast surged through. It towered near the top of the trees when it rose onto its hind legs to let out a deafening roar. It’s fur was matted and filthy. The creature itself looked like it had once been a bear, now rotting away but at the same time sporting grotesque growths all over its form.

At the ear-splitting bellow, the red deer turned tail and stampeded back into the field. They veered and headed in the direction of where Emil was crouched. The beast snapped its head in the direction of the sudden movement and got down on all fours and lumbered after the deer.

Emil felt himself go pale at the flurry of activity heading towards him. “Oh, fu-!” He cut himself off as he scrambled to his feet and began to run.

As fast as he was on his feet, the red deer were quicker, soon over taking Emil and leaving him in their dust. He could hear the monster roar again behind him, prompting him to run faster. His bow and quiver of arrows smacked noisily against his back as his cloak flapped behind him.

The branches smacked against Emil’s face as he ran, nearly blinding him. He hopped down a small incline and only paused to land before taking off again. Emil broke through a particularly dense thicket and was astonished to see a man a little ways ahead of him. He didn’t look familiar and was gawking at the trees and surroundings like an idiot.

“Hey!” He yelled, wildly waving his arms. “Move! Get out of here!”

Emil was so focused on the sudden appearance of another human that he wasn’t watching where his feet were going. His foot snagged on a raised root, sending him sprawling head over heels to the ground. He pushed himself up and was about to get back to his feet when a shadow fell over him and the stink of decaying flesh overwhelmed his senses.

Emil froze and risked a glance up. The bear-like creature gazed down at him, scrutinizing him. He flipped onto his back and scrambled back some, nocking an arrow and quickly loosing it on the beast. 

The monster howled and dropped back down to all fours, effectively caging Emil. “Heill Rauður Þór Voldugu Óvinur Hvitakrist getur hamar Mjolnir hans vernda mig!” Emil choked out a prayer for protection. He squeezed his eyes shut, tightly held his bow, and waited for the end.

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Apocalypse Is a State of Mind

@nabordadomundo

It was about one hundred years ago the world had ended. One hundred and thirty years ago that the wars had ceased and the world grew deathly quiet.  One hundred and twenty years ago that humanity screeched to a halt and struggled to survive.

The wars had broken out between the Old World’s super powers. No one could remember what the wars had been about; no one that lived long past the end. Those that did survive mentioned something about “Biological Warfare” to their children and grandchildren in hushed tones.

What was known was that a terrible virus had swept over the planet and teetered it all to the edge of extinction. Most of humanity died out, leaving pockets of survivors scattered across the planet. Some areas were hit harder than others. The survivors banded together, traveling far and wide to support one another and live. They collected in the ruins of the cities of old for shelter and found safety in numbers.

It wasn’t long after that when the mutation that the virus instilled in certain survivors began to manifest. People began to present extraordinary powers.They could manipulate the elements, heal the sick, and saw the future in their dreams. Magic. 

By this point, humanity’s thinking had regressed and these magic-users were shunned from what society remained. Those not affected by the mutation became scared and angry with those that were and nasty prejudices began to take hold. “Witches, demons, monsters,” they whispered as they passed. Fearing for their safety, these mutated humans fled the crumbling cities and took to the wilderness beyond.  They became as wary and hostile towards the non-magic users as they were towards them.

It wasn’t just humans that became mutated. Nature did as well. Plants and trees grew rapidly and without abandon. They soon began to choke the cities and reclaimed what man before had taken. Forests flourished, ecosystems thrived. For the natural world, the end of humanity was the best thing to ever happen.

Animals were affected as well. Those that were inflicted with the mutation grew larger than imaginable. Rippling with strength and agility. Their minds dulled and they became fueled by little more than their instinct to kill and feed. They became the things of nightmares and of great legend.

The magic-users, mages as they came to be known, roamed the forests, plains, and high lands. They formed their own tribes based on what flavor of magic they specialized in. They became wary of one another as well as those in the cities. Mages are nomadic, not staying in one place too long, following their food sources as they moved, and scavenged off the land to survive.

And that is where our story opens...

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Emil looped his bow across his chest as he ducked out of the hut he shared with two others. He pulled his cloak tight about him as the chill wind blew down off the mountains. He broke into an easy jog as he left the encampment.

“Emil, where are you going?” Someone called to him as he passed by.

“The village leader’s sending me out to scout ahead,” he replied back over his shoulder. “I’ll be back later this afternoon.” He drew his hood up over his ashen blond hair and bounded out into the trees.

Emil slipped through the trees, watching the yellow and orange leaves rustle free from their branches as a cold breeze ruffled through them. His soft boots left barely a track as he crested a hill that overlooked the valley below. He peered through the brush, his eyes analyzing each bent twig and broken branches. A herd of red deer had been through not too long ago.

He pushed his hood back as he reached up to grab the lowest branch of the tree near him. He hoisted himself up onto that branch and began to climb the tree to its top. Emil’s head crested up above the top branches and he surveyed the vista that extended out before him. By a small lake he could spy the herd of red deer watering themselves. 

A small quirk of his lips was there and gone before it could be identified as an emotion. Emil ducked back down and began to carefully climb back down the tree. He heavily landed on the loamy soil below and paused for a moment before he pressed further into the woods.

Awwww you cuties /)-7-(\ having fun?

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ye! We had a lot of fun c: i am home now so time to do laundry and relax.

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that moment when intense iberibro feels tho