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( `& LET ME lay waste to thee—— burned down their hanging trees.
I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT ALL THIS HOWL IS FOR.
LIKE THIS for a short starter. i'm gonna go fuck around with themes.
strums banjo
please don’t judge people for how many blogs they have
AGGRESSIVE BANJO SOLO
IT’S NOT POLITE AND IT TENDS TO MAKE THEM FEEL BAD ABOUT BEING ON TUMBLR AT ALL
azog don't punch a bee o mg
i'll punch whatever the fuCK I WANT TO, ARYA
❛ ……that’s good?❜
while many could certainly develop a certain level of anxiety at the sight of a large animal, she was not one such person ——- but this creature inhaling her scent was no manner of being she had seen prior. nor was the one whom sat astride the ( warped ) dog-like mammal. even so, any amount of uncertainly is ( supposedly ) kept under lock and key, and she forced her body to relax, accepting the current situation, and allowing herself to be analyzed by the beast’s senses.
❛ she could be smelling my friend, naga, on me. ❜
MANY WOULD be a fool not to be intimidated by the sight of such a fearsome creature; he finds himself curious as to why she of all people is not. She holds herself in a relaxed way, shows off revealing traits that she surely could not know about.
❛ SHE COULD be eating you. ❜
I am very vocally opposed to the Warg designs in the new Hobbit films, soooo I’m venting some of my frustration by way of concept art! Concept art and ACTUAL ANATOMY.
Quick and loose, but there are some ideas here I wouldn’t mind playing around with.
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❝ 𝓣hat is no concern of yours. ❞
❛ THEN DO not flaunt it. ❜
” I don’t fear death — not from you. … It’s not my fear you smell. “
❛ YOU ARE right---- perhaps it is not fear. Weakness? Loss? ❜
nyxic.
❛ THE BEST safety lies in fear. ❜
` nothing!! i just kind of— happened upon you— oh, my… you’re not under a spell, are you? `
❛ A SPELL? No. ❜
❛ Perhaps he does, but reasons for his actions are none of your concern. Why ask such THINGS —— clearly you must have other matters to attend to ? ❜
❛ AND THAT is where you are wrong. I can do as I please---- I assume the same for you. ❜
D E F I L E R. to pollute, t a i n t. a title not gained without reason. curiosity is piqued, & gaze RAVAGES his anatomy, the symmetry of flesh torn & healed, & she has no doubt that his title is both well earned & T R U E.
❝ it fits. ❞
HE CAN feel roving eyes as they move about, & there is no shame in the way he lifts his head. Azog bears his own PRIDE in the blood spilled from his own hands; in the throats he has cut open.
❛ WHO ARE you, draut-ash? ❜
Bravery was something the competitive elf had plenty of. He’d faced off against the spawn of the pale orc and had won, though whether or not this massive brute knew of such feats he was unsure. Either way, he was surely a dangerous and cunning enemy as ever. He did not remind of goblins as most Orcs did. Rather, he looked much like the tales of disfigured elves had once rang true.
Black speak— a tainted tongue that sends a chill down his lengthy spine.
❝ Sevig thû úan. ❞
HOW FITTING would it be to take the son of his enemy in turn for Bolg's life? He had felt the death of his kin and for only a mere moment had it pained him---- but it was no true loss. The death of a LIEUTENANT was more of a disadvantage than the death of a SON. Arms spread wide, palm opens------
❛ I AM waiting. ❜
“ Actually they usually just call me Hawke. “
❛ HAWKE, THE champion of Kirkwall. It is not a bad title. ❜
”Even if you kill me, you’ll be dead soon after.”
❛ AFTER YOU die, I shall make your children drink the blood from your still-warm corpse, and give your husband to my warg for her supper. ❜
❝ DO DEMONS? ❞
❛ IS THAT what you are? --------DAGUL-AT? ❜