Oct 29, 2019
(rust) emo drift emo drift emo drift
“ i’ll gut you where you stand ”
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(rust) emo drift emo drift emo drift
“ i’ll gut you where you stand ”
hooooooooOOOOOOOOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH YOUR CASTLE IS GONE
“ Jokes on you, trash rat, that castle was of little importance to me. It was merely used for meetings, sometimes killings, and nothing more.”
Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
ooc;
It’s both, really, but if he HAD to choose it would be wisdom.
rust-l0rd replied to your post “ooc; I had a weird ass dream that RustLord got an entire new look....”
we got BUFF LORD NOW
g O D HE HAS ME THIRSTY
(Rust) "...So, your building's gone. That's... kinda funny and sad considerin' the place is now Texas."
His eyes drifted to a close. Fingers DELICATELY aligning the papers before tapping them against the wooden surface. Ah. His hotel. A business to help provide a greater LEAP in money. Earning it, rather than only stealing it off those they kill.
He leaned back against the chair. It CREAKING with the sudden weight. His eyes opened once more, letting his gaze stare up at the ceiling. “ It is. This god forsaken island somehow surprises me more and more each and every day. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep UP with it. ”
rust-l0rd replied to your post “ooc; I want,,, the Beef Boss skin so bad”
YOU MADE WHAT IN CREATIVE?
ooc;
LISTEN IT WAS @gumptioned IDEA
Suddenly, a plunger on the window, and now a whole man bursting through said window. "hEY!" Said the trying to get up. "WHAT THE HELL IS ALL THIS FUTURE GARBAGE?!"
One hand reached for his coffee mug that sat on the dim lit desk of his second living place at tilted. The plunger only made red eyes look up from the rim. Continuing to sip the heavily creamed brew all in the while a man- Not just any man- flung through the window.
In his opposite hand, the news paper was folded and his reading glasses were taken off to be sat aside. His coffee, the last to be gently placed beside the small lamp.
He folded his hands. An eye brow quirking. “ You know you’re going to have to pay for that.”
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ooc;
I’m not shitting you when I say reading this only made me thing abt THIS
"They’re here, and that one’s still alive. There, there! Don’t let him get away!"
Outlast Sentence Starters
His breath of hunger heated up the inside of his muzzle. Fingers twitching while his attention hunted the pray he was pointed to. “ Stay back. ” His voice was venomous. Hungry. A warning.
His feet picked up, scaling up the hill without any struggle. His nails digging into the soft dirt at the top to yank himself up. His hand taking hold of his muzzle, ripping it from his face and tossing it blindly down the hills edge.
His fangs bared. His hiss echoing enough to send shivers down a mortals spine. A leap and a tackle. His nails digging into flesh, blood pouring out from the wounds. His brows furrowed, snorting and frighting to pin them.
Finally after a moment of struggle, he struck. His fangs ripping into the flesh of the neck. Letting the blood ooze into his mouth while the mans screams carried along with the breeze, alerting any other that dare wonder the area.
His eyes rolled closed. The pleasure of the rich taste was oh so delicious as always. How warm it felt sliding down his throat. The thrill that creeped through every vein.. Wonderful.
The sound of footsteps caused his fangs to release, red eyes glowing bright in the night as he turned quickly. Hissing blindly at his partner. He wasn’t in his right mind. Not yet.