Music for Griffith and Zodd on a tropical island looking for fruits.
This Crusade AU is the most beautiful thing ever. LOL
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Music for Griffith and Zodd on a tropical island looking for fruits.
This Crusade AU is the most beautiful thing ever. LOL
@zoddlicious
“Just so you know, kitty, I bent over a table in front of a man today just so an encounter with him won’t result in your premature death. I hope you will take this gesture of kindness and repay it by apologizing to all those you’ve intentionally pissed off for no good reason. I still require your services, and you cannot serve me if you are dead.”
Murder cat gives Griffith a big, fluffy hug that nearly crushes him.
“Thank you, Zodd. Here, have a photo of my glorious thigh gap.”
Melee
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Smoke stung his eyes. The ash of corpses and blood painted black the sky. Screams echoed around him, that of a field of piled carcasses, with those freshly dead wheezing out their last breaths, gurgles of red bubbling from their mouths as steel-plated boots trampled them underfoot.
His muscles ached. His throat was parched. His armor, once pristine, was caked in grime and dried fluids. He dared not to look into those gaping orbs faded of colour, lifeless stares, etched into frozen grimaces of agony. They were willing. They’d sworn him their sword. They were of the fewer, a small but needed relief amongst the horrors and guilt. He led what remained of his men in a final charge, still strong atop his steed, his cry ringing over the cacophony of noise, loose strands of white hair fluttering about his neck, peeking from under his helmet.
Despite overwhelming odds, the tide was in their favour. Griffith pierced a mounted soldier with his sabre, a bright spew of blood amidst the fume, and took a quick survey around him. “The enemy is weak!” He shouted. “Victory is nigh!” He dodged a spear for his head, and returned the sentiment in kind. Red splattered on his cheeks. “Fight now. Fight on. Fight for ruin, and you will rise one day more to witness glory.” He swung his sword in the air. “Band of the Hawk, we will prevail!”