#rotdivinity

[fellcarnate-a]

Kicks u in the shin

M I S S

[fellcarnate-a]

🔪

[felltactic]

@rotdivinity   /   unprompted.

      not if i kick yours FIRST

[exaltears]

♕ —– ᴅ ɪ ᴠ ɪ ɴ ᴇ  —– ;     CRYSTALLINE GAZE FELL upon condemned beast ; she uttered not a WORD under breath -- only a gasps innocence resounded from within. Fallen Seraph knew nothing of malice , nor HATRED, even after all that has been done. Distant memory of what was cherished gone ( locked away ) , though her virtuous morals lingered and stayed true to her divine grace. 

—– ;     SOVERIEGN no more, she was, she considered herself before the other as nothing but a commoner. Child of Naga she was -- still -- yet , such titles held no value for her. She was neither Grimleal nor Saint / though she still, naturally ( unbeknownst to her  ) , held the esteem of angels. Perhaps a FOOL, like Lamb, to stand before the Fell Dragon : HARBRINGER of Death ; yet she was enthralled of Divine Wolf.  

          ❛ you are . . .  angry . .   grima . ❜

are you sad dear wolf ?                  what does it feel like ? 

.ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ ♟ — @rotdivinity​​​ — ♟ ғᴇʟʟ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ.

[aetherit-blog]

@rotdivinity

      child,   do you remember when the heavens above were the brightest blue,   &   people would look forward to tomorrow   &   days after?   yes.   it is a distant,   faraway dream of better days,   perhaps,   where humanity isn’t struggling to endure.   none smile;   EVEN THE CHILDREN ARE SILENT.   the sky is endless crimson,   as constant as smoke over the horizon     /     storm clouds without rain.

      yet you have this unlikely hope.   all is not lost.   (believe this even as residences burn around you,   &   people die to the corpses walking this very earth!)   you can slay the monster of this tale.   only a gemstone is missing.   ‘tis the reason you’re a ways from ylisstol.   alone.

      footsteps that echo in an eerie quiet,   rusted doors left ajar...   the signs of your presence in this abandoned place.   (you could turn back   &   leave.)   you step inside one final room,   left unblocked by debris.   ❛   ...   papa?   ❜

      your voice is a whisper,   DISBELIEVING YET SO HOPEFUL!   you don’t think;   you rush forward   &   wrap your arms around the figure  (it's him,   it's him)  in a desperate embrace.   as though he might vanish at any moment,   like dust in the wind   /   a mirage.

      ❛   oh,   papa...   i thought...   we all thought you were dead.   ❜   ———————   &   you weep.