#scntcmuerte

[iincinere]

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♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name.

Under the cut cause it got PRETTY dark.

     “While I believe I was in the right for this, the most malicious thing I’ve done would have to be what I did to the group of degenerates that threatened my little sister.  Oh, gods, I made them beg for death.  I made their bodies twist in ways that the human body shouldn’t be able to,” she said with a smile creeping across her lips.  

     “They screamed, they cried.  I laughed and smiled as I watched them bleed.  I left them in their helpless and broken states and set fire to the building they were in.  I even stayed outside for a few minutes to listen to their pleading to every god in the heavens before walking away.  I still have their blood stains on some of my clothes.  They deserved every ounce of pain I caused them and I’d do it again.”

[dcrksun-blog]

❛ you have a sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live. ❜

“The Gods have reason to weep—we are less and less by the day.” Gwyndolin may be the last now and it makes them shiver. They don’t want to be alone. “I do not expect you to understand. You are not...one of us.” 

[mcuntainbcrn]

“snarl” [ just a teef inspection. he isn't like, baring them to scare her or anythin', just like, showing them to her. ]

She raised an eyebrow at him, leaning forwards to peer at the razor sharp fangs curiously, “What’s wrong? ...something stuck in your teeth?” she asked.

[deriision-archived]

scntcmuerte replied to your post “Working on a concept sheet for Adara for once like: I’m giving her the...”

swoledara.

Now Adara can be hella fine, and hella FIT TO LIFT UP NEARLY ANYONE

[hexxborne-a]

“Are you afraid of me?” [ shoots this ur way. this can be, like, in a different situation or w/e, if ur not comfortable doin' the sex slave shtick. ]

   He can’t answer. 

   His breath is caught in his throat. Silvius trembles helplessly, quietly cursing his terrible luck. It smells of blood and death, making him sick to his stomach. He can’t quite force himself to close his eyes- stuck staring powerlessly at the scene before him. 

   Is he? Or is it the gore that freezes him?

   A hushed squeak bubbles up from his throat as he tries again to speak. He’s shaking so badly it can be heard in his voice.

      “D-do-on’t- hu-urt me-” He manages a gentle sob, if only to beg for his life.