#native metal

[e-punx]

My new Mutilated Tyrant patch looks sooooo nice 🖤 I'm getting better at freehand painting these 😌

[speed-metal-punk]

Support MT "Ho'dichiih Dóó' Sáji'(Birth To Old)" T-Shirt for Merch, Studio time

Another fundraiser with Customink to help us get new MT merch out to all our supporters.

Friends and followers, the amazing lads in Mutilated Tyrant are running another fundraiser. Kick ass Native Black Metal band out of the Navajo reservation, I've been a supporter of this band since I found out about them. If you feel like helping out some Native brothers or just want a cool shirt consider throwing some money their way! You can also find them on bandcamp for tunes

[speed-metal-punk]

Belial Incarnate - Salt Eater

From the mix comp by Navajo Metal Promotions, can be found on Bandcamp

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If you have some time, please watch this and check out the bands. Native metal!

[unearthedgemstones]

Native gold specimen from California, USA

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Native Metal

Eidos of House Ecclesius was one of the most powerful nobles in the known universe. Boasting an ancient ancestry of unparalleled prestige, he had more funds and property allocated in the intergalactic market than any other Senator on Cybertron. His razor-sharp tenacity in obtaining every ambition was notorious among his contemporaries, and his penchant for thorough elimination of obstacles left none that dared to cross him should he make clear his intentions, and clear he’s always made them, often with biting wit and humour that blistered the spark.

This was precisely why, upon his decision to partake his own tour of the themetal plant, not a single vocalizer uttered even a hint of disagreement.

This was also precisely why he was hopelessly lost.

The corridor he occupied looked nothing like any of the ones from which he’d entered this furnace of a hole. The map was of no aid. The management hasn’t thought it prudent to update the floor-plan, undoubtedly deeming it a lost cause, since its winding nest of paths laced with pipes and steam was better left troublesome for the workers than investing vorns to the task of sifting through a poor sop of architecture. The choice was entirely reasonable, one of which Eidos would have made himself had he the utter misfortune of overseeing a place like this. However, he was lost, and the fault was entirely in the sorry mess of a map, hence why a lot of people would find themselves unemployed or worse by the time he rediscovered his way.

Blasting a sigh through his vents, he pursed his lips, and strode on, rotor blades a glittering ripple on his back as he glared forward, icy optics casting his polished cheekplates blue.