#transemacabre

[sanguinesaint]

One engineer. One renegade blade....and one self?

It is going to be a long day...

[dragoonbetrayer-blog]

Nights like these @Yazoo

It was a cold, crisp night, to be expected on the peak of this worlds tallest mountain. Though it wasn't minded, and mostly ignored by the young Dragoon at the summit. It had been a long day of training, and was turning into a long night. This had been his usual routine, training through the day and night, not taking a moment of rest. It wasn't needed, he felt that it made him weaker.

This night- somehow was not like the rest. The air was far cooler than before, enough for the breath of the Dragoon to be seen under the pale moonlight. Something seemed off, as if something was coming, or someone. 

He looked around him, nothing out of the ordinary, yet this feeling.... this sense. Suddenly it struck through him, a darkness had entered the steeps of this mountain.

[delusivesoldier]

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     "As much of a piss off Yazoo was, I get it. I’ve been there too; and I think he just needed to find himself. Like I did." 

[finalfantasyparadise]

Please welcome Yazoo!

Follow him here, in all his silver hair and leathery-ness!

- Rinoa

[finalfantasyparadise]

May I reserve Yazoo?

Certainly! Yazoo is now reserved for you until Saturday, August 10.

- Rinoa

[vaingloriousknight]

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[ JLSJ THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOOOUUUUU~ EVEN THO YOUR MUSE IS DAMN SNARKY--- ]

[deaths-requiem-blog]

transemacabre replied to your post: Eyes dead set on yet another powerful force before him. A brother? No. Something stronger. Perhaps something not even of their mother. Long strands of hair brush passed his shoulders, with the tilt of his head. "You are not of mother -- what are you."

A speech most unexpected. Mako-greens eye the strange silver-spoken one before him. “Did you actually wish me to answer that?" Yazoo coos, in an almost completely emotion devoid tone. Locks of silver fall from his shoulder with the tilt of his head.

"Entertain me, if you see fit, I'm certain whatever excuse bleeds from your lips will be far more amusing than anything these lowly peons could produce." His tone lacks interest, lacks concern, lacks amusement; oh, precious pawn, little lamb, he cares not.

[deaths-requiem-blog]

Eyes dead set on yet another powerful force before him. A brother? No. Something stronger. Perhaps something not even of their mother. Long strands of hair brush passed his shoulders, with the tilt of his head. "You are not of mother -- what are you."

"Behold, a new actor arrives, a dim star with little prowess. Pray tell, my dearest little lamb, is life much simpler with strings attached?" His hand swoops outwards, a grand flourish; he produces a slivered smile that thins his eyes, his voice simpers. "Before you stands a true masterpiece, art in motion."