#theoldcrossroads

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@the-old-crossroads | | ❝ Hm. Odd bit of trivia. ❞ Marco Polo Starters

                𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓼 𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰  abruptly , and Toothiana stiffens in her seat . Eyes narrowed , gaze lowered , her entire body bends forward from her place a top the balcony railing , and at this her words are weighted with a garnered stark emphasis .                 ❛   I am serious , Shenraga .  You will make enemies far worse than a near-mindless bear if you do not pay respect to the lands you tread upon in your efforts , no matter how arbitrary the methods may seem .   ❜

               The Guardian crosses her arms over her legs , and she looks to him then for       something . Whatever she finds there instead lends to a subtle shake of her head , and a deep breath that exhales the majority of her tension away again . Enough that her wings lift her to stretch and meander on foot along the rail instead , and for that pinpoint-sharp regard towards the elf to be replaced by something more fit to the idea that there is little more to be said on the matter at all .                 ❛   I do not have the time to babysit you in order to say which direction is up when spirits are involved . You should mind each ‘ odd bit of trivia ‘ you can manage to get into that thick helm and skull of yours as you carry forward .   ❜

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@the-old-crossroads | | LIKED THIS FOR A V SMOL STARTER

         ❝ An admirable effort, but I would not count on               you sneaking up on me any time soon. ❞

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@the-old-crossroads | | ❝ Blood moon, very cool to see. And whats the sun doing again? The same regular thing for the millionth time? what a load of worthless trash. ❞ @Wolfpuppy Twitter Meme

            ❝ Not everything in the sky can be as edgy are you are, Mr. Blood Magic Werewolf. ❞

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▲ The 'Souls' series!

▲~For an unpopular opinion: Accepting

{Hrm, well I can’t really think of too much because I never really compare my ideas too much to that of the masses that often in regards to things like weapons and lore and those ideas that I do feel are a bit different tend to not really be summoned easily just because there’s so much stuff and tbh i suck at on the spot stuff.

However I guess one comment that I have about Dark Souls 3 in general is that I don’t really like the prevalence of reused assets and the like. Don’t get me wrong I think they have their uses and there are some amazing ideas that surprised the hell out of me that I also couldn’t help but fall in love with, not to mention I understand there’s only so much new stuff you can come up with and all, just at times it feels a bit lazy??

And don’t get me wrong that’s the last thought I want to have about a Souls game and it’s not the most frequent thought I’ve had but I couldn’t help the thought coming up every now and again as I was playing through the game. Kinda took me out of things a bit though some of that has been soothed a bit the longer I’ve played the game and realized things, but still.}

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✮ = stargazing .

Send a symbol and my muse will respond to yours…: Accepting

Time was fickle in this dying land. As its end drew closer the sky was often more a stagnant, oppressing grey but there were times the flicker of an old cycle would show itself and the sky would grow dark, dazzled with spots of stars and cosmic clouds. At least, that was what she heard during or after the fact. She did not envy them for a thing she could no longer gaze upon, memory of times she could and had sometimes alluding her, but with all the talk sometimes it made her wonder.

It was on such an occasion she heard their newest resident rise and step out for a time. Some minutes passed as the Firekeeper mulled over her thoughts before she quietly rose and for the first time in quite a while she climbed the steps and walked outside near the Giant tree to feel the cool air of the night upon her skin. In a way she could not quite place, it felt refreshing, but even still it seemed to have little impact of note upon her.

As she walked up the path with little trouble, she turned to the man, elf as he described himself, sitting upon the roof. She was quiet for a moment before a chilling breeze blew over her and played with her already messing strands of hair. Her lips formed the words before she thought them or realized she uttered them, “What doth they look like?”

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2: Greatest Strength

Character development questions: Accepting

2. {One could say what few things she’s managed to cling to after all this time. Compassion, concern, kindness, though she does not often act upon them, that she feels them at all must say a great deal of who she was before or perhaps what she holds almost as high as her duty. Guess one could say the ability for her to have held onto them let alone the traits themselves would probably be as such.}