#skajavi

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inktober day 8. star Skajavi used to be a father before his death- and he thought the spark of life left him for good after he was twisted into undead servitude. But he found another spark worth existing for. A cold, dead star- the corpse of a fallen Naaru, the perfect powersource to consume for his deterioating status.

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my varying troll characters theyre all either wannabe models, tsunderes, idiots or just undead

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Shhhh~ (from Zadji)

The undead remains vacant and passive as the druid rubs himself all over his translucent remains, one skeletal hand impatiently reaching for his beloved runesword which remains sheathed over his spine. Sword as in, sharp deadly object it would seem. Skajavi makes an odd, guttural and undead noise from his almost-hollow-chest before firmly shoving a hand in to the amourus Zadjis face and punting the unfortunate troll away. He is dead, ain’t nobody got time for that!His cold, emotionless eyes stare the other troll down before moving a single, bony digit across his own throat in a slitting motion.fok ye ded son run fo yo life ermahgerd-