#spearthegungnir

[crazydreamthing-blog]

@spearthegungnir Death and life in hell

It was Sunday evening, after her trip to the other world with the early incarnation of Ell she again without thinking found herself what the christian/pagan humans would describe as the underworld/hell.

Its a quiet gloomy world yet beautifull in its own way, this world is unknown for her, she never set foot in it, she traveld to so many worlds yet this world is unknown, she quiet like it yet it also scared her.

in the meantime,  death fell into a wormhole, again, after  a headace of a last journy he decides to avoid wormholes but he had a tough day and didn’t look where he was flying and landed on Sephena again.

“Hey bag of bones I’m not a lan

Ell: sigh, does it look like I want to be here

eh, no I only see a grin mate, get off me with your heavy bones.

She quiet like this Ellengar, even though he find her a bit annoying, yet they created a small bond of friendship. They both heard something.

[rxmilia-blog1]

spearthegungnir:

“The one that is out of league here is you. Who do you think you are, with those kind of manners? A doppelganger trying to match someone like me? Hah! You are a good joke, but maybe you would learn a few things if I decided to beat you up before feeding you to the werewolves.”

“You’ve got quite a nerve to be mistaking the original for a fake, little girl. My perfectly astonishing face ain’t easy to come by, y’know? A copy like ya can’t hope to mirror the perfection that is I am. But still... this is a royal pain in the ass. Is this another trick set up by fate or something else?”

[outsidersmith]

spearthegungnir started following you @spearthegungnir

Ah, but one that looks upon the outsider as prey, or possibly no more than cattle. Had he arrived later, or her earlier, that might hold true with a grim ending for his life.

But it didn’t; he yet lives, though she was responsible for a _different_ crimson mist than he recalls. Not that he’d know anyways, as he was one of the few to have enjoyed the phenomena.

But he had still found himself up to the vampire.

Putting aside any curiosities of a western creature in an eastern land, he could assume she understood English. Not just that, he had no reason to act in a hostile manner, yet, trying to act decently to this new person.

She would get friendly eyes. And a friendly wave, absent of fear but still brimming with caution. “Hello ma’am, do you understand me?”