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vlad Today at 1:38 PM like Immediately After the wild ride room is a room full of giant axes hanging from the ceiling
leon vc is any of this necessary
chii Today at 1:39 PM Joachim vc yes, Does he want to cheat and let joachim carry him to outspeed the axes
vlad Today at 1:39 PM maybe..........
chii Today at 1:40 PM Too bad, it's the dark palace of waterfalls :^) joachim hasn't joined the party. Suffer, Belmont.
💚💙 aaaaand also ❤ :3c
RELATIONSHIP CALL.
💚 - friendship
💙 - kinship
❤ - romantic relationship
YOU KNOW IT ALREADY!!! BITCH I AM HERE FOR THIS!!!!!
@waterfallbound
A single heartbeat drummed with fear as diamond blues twist around taking in the castle walls; every corridor and hall looked absolutely the same. The screeches of monsters pierced her eardrums, Sara Trantoul’s happiest day had taken the most frightening of turns. This day was supposed to be one of perfect bliss, not become a day where she found herself trying to flee a castle filled with horrific creatures. Her hand trembled whilst it felt over the stone wall and the other feeling the locked door; tears poured down her pale cheeks as her breath remained labored. Why, why was this happening? She was still struggling to grasp her mind around that the vampire had stolen her away for a twisted game. To lure her beloved Leon to his castle for a means of entertainment.
How could anyone be so cruel and heartless? Perhaps she truly was too pure and innocent as the people of her village proclaimed her to be. Sara only ever saw the good in people as her brows furrowed upward, the bride stepped back from the locked door with hope depleting. “Oh lord, I beg of thee guide me out of this castle and return me to my beloved.” She whimpers wiping away the tears; a chill ran down her spine when she hears the encroaching snarl of a beast entering the hall. She glanced over to see a grotesque monster that appeared to be a lion of sorts. Yet it had the strangest of tails and wings upon its back, instinctively she stepped back as it released a ferocious roar.
The young woman barely had time to react when it lunged for her and its claws struck her in her right bicep; a cry emanates from her when she went spiraling into the nearest wall before slumping to the ground. Pained cries parted from her lips as she laid on the ground, she was going to die here, wasn’t she? Had she done something to upset her lord in such a manner that he thought she deserved to be taken by a monster of the night and to be killed by him or his pets. Trembling nails dug into the cobblestone pushing herself up slowly, droplets hit the ground as she wept. She closes her eyes for but a moment thinking of her beloved Leon, she wanted to see him one last time if she was to be taken from this world.
The manticore’s snarl was the last thing Sara heard when the creature struck her again; this time into another part of the hallway wall but when she fell to the ground this time the floor began to rumble beneath her cascading inward and crumbling. A scream escaped her as she fell with the debris and she fell farther down into the castle; her body striking the ground many layers below and her world becoming consumed by darkness.
A groan escaped her, cerulean hues lulled open placing her hands forward Sara felt ground she winces when she scrapes her hand along a rock. The climate around her had changed as the air felt damp; she could smell and hear rushing water. Yet her sight was still blurred and she was slowly regaining it, fumbling to her feet she brushes off her dress before touching her forehead. It throbbed and ached; she felt moisture and looked at her fingers noting the blood. Sara staggers over to a small puddle of water to take in her reflection, she noted the cut on her brow and the bruise forming around it. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a door beyond a waterfall, hope danced to her heart as she saw an opportunity. Would this lead to her freedom?
Venturing forth Sara managed to get around the water to the door, she noticed it locked by strange means. What seemed like hours to Sara could have been mere minutes, but somehow the door unlocked to her surprise. Sara took a breath praying that she would find freedom beyond this door, Sara stepped into the dimly lit room and her gaze twists about warily. She was dismayed to find that this door did not lead her to beyond the castle, but her ears picked up the sounds of breathing alerting her of another’s presence.
“H-Hello? Is someone there?”
waterfallbound replied to your post: dont be friends with me i send terribly sad asks...
I LOVE YOU BUT THE SECOND I THINK OF SOMETHING JUST AS SAD IT’S OVER FOR YOU
I WILL ACCEPT MY PUNISHMENT WITH PRIDE
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Joachim vc bITCH I AM FLAWLESS, YOU HAVE THE ISSUES-
mmhmmmmm. says the one shouting.
’ the only way to go on is to go on. ’
GOD PUNISHES US FOR WHAT WE CAN’T IMAGINE.
how funny that joachim is telling him this. how funny that years ago, they had been in opposite positions: joachim, lamenting his imprisonment, mad with grief and rage and hunger – and leon, a beacon of light, a holy soldier who had opened the doors and said follow me.
he feels strange. he should have realized what was happening before it did. mathias is gone – mathias has betrayed him. leon’s wrath has faded and in its place is heartwrenching sadness, a black pit opened up between his third and fourth ribs that says look what has happened. it says look what you could not stop.
he wants to give up – for a while, at least. leon has sworn his revenge, but it feels so empty. there is a world out there he has sworn to fight, one he can’t fight alone, and his dearest friend has betrayed him. his betrothed is dead. the only one in his corner is –
leon tilts his head up at joachim, at the hand offered to him by the vampire. here is your next chance, his mind whispers. here is your only chance.
“ …i hate it…when you’re right. ” he reaches out, hooks his fingers with joachim’s. there is only one way to go. looking back does nothing for him now.
"What in the blazes did you think you were doing in there, boy?" Your voice is as sharp as the blades that swirl about you, crimson hues boring into the hunter with an air of utter disdain as you slam the safe room's door closed and deposit the hunter rather roughly on the ground. "I warned you, did I not? That the plants were living and consumed flesh? Recklessness won't save your woman, you fool. Heal yourself and rest.. We return to the Anti-Soul Mysteries Lab the moment you've recovered."
you fool. leon thinks he’s heard it a dozen and a half times since he entered this damned place. joachim’s bedside manner is piss-poor at the best of times, but leon can appreciate the help with getting into the safe room, particularly because the poisonous gas spat by the man-eating plants is making his stomach turn and his head spin.
he’s a bit glad he hasn’t eaten in several hours – in almost a day, he thinks. if he had, it’d be all over joachim’s shoes right now and he doubts the vampire cares enough about him to spare him the anger if that happened.
it takes a solid moment to make the room stop spinning and leon takes that moment to squint up at joachim’s face, to take in the vampire’s huffing and puffing and pacing, and wonder why he bothers to rescue leon if he thinks leon is such a nuisance. instead of asking that, though, he thinks better and asks a more pressing question.
“ – the plants. their toxins aren’t – fatal if you breathe them, are they? ”
