#valianthearted

[warriorofdestruction-blog]

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[rapusodosu]

rageawakened started following you

valianthearted started following you

"And what do two strangers wish from me?" muttered the wayfarer as he locked cobalt sights on the pair that approached. Had he stumbled into another world yet again?

[guardian-rikuhaitus5eva-blog]

valianthearted started following you

Riku saw a girl not far with a pink hair. It reminded him of a certain Organization XIII member. But he tried not to think of that now. The girl had walked up to him and he thought it would be rude not to greet her. "Um, Hello."

[ephemeralsummoner-blog]

❦ { Fragments of Faith

It wasn't often that she returned here, even after she had fled the Isle of Besaid to become a sphere hunter alongside her cousin. Her heart was at ease--perhaps wrongly so--at the sight of the departed tourists, and the growing number of those pointy-eared creatures now scurrying between her feet. A placid smile tainted her countenance whilst pallid hands clasped behind her back. She shifted her stance in a swaying manner, bathing in the ethereal aura that the flowing stream cast.

The fallen metropolis emitted an ever glowing ambiance, pyreflies circulating the devasted ruins and clinging to its remains. Recollections of her own emerged once her nostalgic gaze flitted between the fire place where she and her guardians had been seated once so very long ago, and the elevated cliff upon which Tidus had stood. Alleviated from the dread that had encased them those two years ago, tristifical thoughts still clung to her inner being, though she forced herself to suppress them to return to the task ahead. (No one will return here anymore... That's all that truly matters...)

She had been assigned with uncovering a sphere within the Zanarkand Dome, though she had been briefed about its peculiarity. Generally, Shinra was able to identify contents or the origins of the spheres his captivator picked up, but this time a question mark hovered above the lost relic.

Thus she distanced herself from the symbolic fragments of her past, ambling towards the ruins itself. Although the ominous sentiment that had cleaved at her chest was no longer present, the manifestation of death was perpetually resident in these parts. Her guns were withdrawn from the sides of her denim shorts, anticipating the assault of fiends. Though she was alone, she wasn't any less capable of holding her own in combat.