war.

"War does not determine who is right - only who is left." war era kcalb rp blog.

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     "If I awaken to the kitchen      acting as a disaster zone       one more time..."

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right!

so i hit 100+ followers!!

thank you guys so much for everything and i'm gonna try my best to get activity back into swing around here, okay?

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     "Gods are at their worst      when one of their own       goes missing.

     She ought to learn how to      keep emotional ties from      latching onto pawns."

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oh wow i'm

i'm 1 from 100

thank you??? i'm really sorry about my inactivity aaaaa life is dogpiling me--

thank you again aaaaaaaa i love you guys !!! /)u(\

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     " The kitchen was in a state of disaster when I woke up. "

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     "..."

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ahhhhh, sorry guys!!

i haven't had the time to be here lately and everything i've been busy with kills my motivation.

i'll do my best to be more active here soon, okay??

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inersdexs replied to your post:inersdexs replied to your post:△ Do you regret...

{I didn’t send the anon tho :U}

you made it sound like you did

i am Wounded.

( im kidding. )

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inersdexs replied to your post:△ Do you regret being Wodahs' brother?

{haha ari do u hurt yet}

why would you do this to me

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△ Do you regret being Wodahs' brother?

7.

             Such a meaningless question             brings a deep set scowl to his face.              Does he regret something out of his             control? 

             Vaguely. 

             "War is a dastardly thing, only             existing as an opportunity to             show power and will. 

             Familial bonds have no place             in a warzone.

             Wodahs made his choice to              be by their side.

             If he meets his demise through             on this battlefield, than he shall             be mourned only by those he             fought for."

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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sacerem: you're so sweet this is illegal aaaaaaa you're really great goodness,,,,

inersdexs: shhhhoosh. ahaha, probably because you're the rp partner i have the longest thread with. c:

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riixn replied to your post:to be honest, it’s a little strange for me to be...

[ you do a lovely job at it! / o/ ]

aaaaaaaaa thank you!! ///u\\\

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to be honest, it's a little strange for me to be playing this type of character.

i've never played someone like war kcalb! ( well, headcanonish war kcalb but you get what i mean.)

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aaaaaa darn it, i wanted to get another reply out, but i couldn't.

it's 2 AM so i'm going to go to bed now.

good night!!

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Would you have expected anything less?

God’s lieutenant erects himself a statue, proud and hardly prideful, tarried in outfit by civilian blood.

                                                              Do not doubt, do not falter.

After all, the taste of failure still lingers, acidic to the tongue, dressing the throat’s lining in singed sulfur, rendered impossible to speak of.  Failure, in turn, determines weakness. And he knew enough of weakness to bury every shred of it beneath a frail sense of bravado and a scowl that never changed, not even in his tamest of dreams.

And in that regard, it was certain that they were brothers.

❝ Were you hoping for cordiality? ❞ A pause, not from hesitance, but merely from the knowledge of lacking the well-thought words to express. Would it be wise to convey hatred and end this, or remain steadfast in adversity’s face?

❝ Your presence isn’t welcome. And I am obligated to relay this verity. ❞

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     The idea of his brother standing with the opposition never ceases to make his stomach roil. It's revolting, every fiber of his being dragging him further and further into the idea of ripping his throat out without hesitation.

            Damned familial bonds, however, resist and press back.                    Fighting two wars at once will be his downfall.

     Memories of times where they had enjoyed each other's presence pass by at an agonizingly slow pace, blackened eyes frozen on Wodahs.

            Those bonds will not hold him back from tearing                      into the angel if it becomes necessary. 

     War changes angels and demons alike, no common citizen safe from its wrath. It's a wave of death that shrouds the landscape, flickering light only finding a way in when one side claims a small victory.The idea of 'cordiality', even between comrades, is a notion the Devil refuses to put any thought into.

      "Brother," he drawls, lips turning up in a grin full of malicious intent. "relaying information that is common knowledge only makes you sound like a fool."

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     "Those that believe war is a      joke have one foot in their grave."