#penumbra.

[ensrensage]

i really hate how ramses talks to juno like he’s scolding a child. don’t get me wrong, juno steel is a g-ddamn brat and does definitely need someone to scruff him and bring him up to size but also like. not you, you awful scumbag who ruined this man’s life when he was four years old.

[flintmyheart]

Tag dump !!!!!

[penumbright-blog]

boo.

[penumbright-blog]

am i the girl of your dreams?

[butchyena]

holy shit she’s coming out hot

[shuttxr]

into the darkness; shutter and penumbra.

Shutter hated bats.

There was a vivid and evident expression of displeasement across Shutter's facial features. Everything about him did not read happy, nor did it hold his usual sunny disposition: bats had a way of making the boy angry. He knitted his brows together, annoyance and frustration muddled through every part of him. 

"Damn it," Shutter cursed as his fingers curled around the hilt of his most trusted weapon. A scythe was normally not one associated with the most pleasant of things; death's symbol was revered with fear and loathing, but the irony belonged in the hands of Shutter. It was often said that a reaper would use its scythe to bring an end to a person's life but Shutter used his own to protect lives. There was more at stake in the game than just a few experience points, after all.

Swynden was a location where experience points could easily be received. At least, if you were a new player, points in Swynden and Aelbourne came easy but like all major games, the higher your level, the more difficult it was to acquire points. Shutter never came to these low leveled towns for experience points, he had different reasons for visiting. Usually, he would be called on for help. This visit was that sole reason. However, since his original intent was completed, it was time for the boy to do some exploring of his own. Unfortunately, it had to do with bats.

From where he stood, he felt the cool, damp wave of air from the Swynden caves. He took a deep breath and he swore he could smell the bats. A frown formed  and he accepted defeat: he'd go face the bats but first, he looked around.

"Where is that guy?"