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Final Judgement... Red Demon.... Loyal Servant... A roleplay blog for the Female Pyramid Head. priv. sel. 18+ only. low activity.

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since i’m making a new blog for fph, should i keep my url or make a new one?

[sanctirubrumdeus-a]

Okay, I made up my mind, I’m gonna quickly archive this blog and @thefemalepyramidhead, and just make new ones. It’s about time I do this, both of these blogs have been around since about 2013, and I’ve had these muses since 2012.  I’ll post links/promos soon. :)

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[thefemalepyramidhead]

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WHO‌:

“Absolutely.”

Jim Stone was a pig-ugly brute, too.

Power rolls off her in waves. He keeps a respectful—nervous—distance.

“It’s—awe-inspiring.”

And then:

“Oh, hell, you can talk…”

         ‘ Not conventionally, soul. ‘

Her hand shifts around the worn handle of her GREAT BLADE, and she turns to move around him. The worn concrete is gouged from the weight of such an object as she begins to circle him.

                          ‘ But I can communicate. Are you in need of my presence? ‘

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WHO‌:

He gazes back, his smile appraising, shifting his bulk. He seems in no hurry to run.

“You remind me of a guy I once knew.”

His voice is low, soothing.

   This man must have been one of the souls that remain here, and her posture slackens only slightly. Even though there’s no mouth, a feminine voice can be heard; as if it were right in his ear.

                      ‘ Do I? ‘

[thefemalepyramidhead]

W H O‌:

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“Christ, you’re really something.”

He whistles, long and low. Contrary to his reputation, he’s got some tact—he keeps his eyes off her chest.

   Even without eyes, a hard stare could be felt. Her neck cracks a bit as she tilts her head in question, only to let out a low rumbling sound. Something about him keeps her there, statue still.

               She contemplates bluffing.                 Cue shoulders raising a bit as she hunches slightly.

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@hell--descended

   She lets out a chuff, as if to respond to his simple chide. There was no gentle easing into her entrances, she was there. Out of nowhere. But, like him, there was no malice or aggression in her body language. There’s that familiar pressure against the metal of her helm, and she interprets that as a hand resting against it. A hand flexes, only to move in a jarring and twitching fashion as it finds itself against his wrist. Gloved && fused fingers pat along his arm, the subtle twitching and jerks could be felt as she reaches for what she assumes is his shoulder. 

Only then does she reach the side of his face, taking it in. More like the blind remembering details with touch, rather than sight. A voice calls out to him, as if riding the nonexistent air between them.

                             ‘ A very long time... ‘