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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ᴬ ⠀⠀⠀ ༝⠀͙⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ꒷꒦⠀ ⠀⠀ ♰ ⠀⠀ 𝑺𝙾𝚄𝙻⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀🩸ྀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒊𝒏⠀⠀⠀⠀𓉸 ⠀⠀https://t.co/LUomxgTkIo. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠ𝐓𝐀͡𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐀𝄒𝓼ᅠ┈┈ᅠH𖣠PE.
Joined September 2022
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ( + ) — because she was born behind their jeweled gates. Tell me, Skarlet… if this curse makes me unworthy of Outworld, why does it not stain her throne .ᐣ ”
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ Skarlet… you speak truths most would choke on. They call us… monsters… yet Mileena bears the same rot in her veins, the same 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗮𝘁 that twists my flesh. But she is kept, protected, crowned— ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ baraka’s presence is always accepted in her very own. the mixture of blood that courses throughout his body. it’s calling out to her. for help. his blood is . . . 𝐬𝐚𝐝 from circumstance. —— ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ Your pain echoes my own. Your fury burns with the same bite. And in this wasteland of castoffs— where royals toss the sick, the unwanted into the dirt, you are the nearest thing to kin these ruined lands have left me. ”
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ “ You were cast aside from the moment you breathed. I was not. I held a trade, a purpose— all torn from me the day tarkat crawled into my blood. You learned to live with nothing. I learned how swiftly all can be taken. ”
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ❛ his individuality, almost ripe for tarkat’s arrogation. from nouveau riche to a penniless outcast who relentlessly fights just to survive. your pain baraka, is mine too. ❜ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ❛ his individuality, almost ripe for tarkat’s arrogation. from nouveau riche to a penniless outcast who relentlessly fights just to survive. your pain baraka, is mine too. ❜ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
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ㅤㅤhe raised his eyes, ㅤㅤdrawn by her voice, ㅤㅤa queen offering not a throne, ㅤㅤbut hope. ㅤㅤ" a purpose, you say? ㅤㅤif you speak truth, sindel… ㅤㅤthen i will rise. ㅤㅤnot as a beast, ㅤㅤbut as the man i once was."
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ㅤㅤrevealing not just mercy, ㅤㅤbut a will maternal, firm, ㅤㅤprotective in its quiet flame, ㅤㅤreaching past old scars. ㅤㅤyears of exile and war ㅤㅤhardened his soul to stone, ㅤㅤyet her gaze, unarmed, ㅤㅤcut deeper than blades ㅤㅤever could.
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ㅤㅤ" yes, i was a man once, ㅤㅤ a merchant. a father. ㅤㅤ no hunger for blood in my hands, ㅤㅤ only trade, only peace. " ㅤㅤhe remained still ㅤㅤsindel's closeness unexpected, ㅤㅤnot a blade, not a threat ( + )
"Because I can see that you didn't choose this life, it was brought by circumstance, not by fate. Something tells me that you led a different life, you weren't always what everyone sees you as now, you were human before."
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ㅤㅤ+ “ what burns in my blood ㅤㅤknows no cure... but the cruelty ㅤㅤwe endured that can end. ” ㅤ ㅤㅤa breath. a nod. ㅤㅤheavy, yet dignified. ㅤ ㅤㅤ“ your desire ㅤㅤto ease our pain── ㅤㅤis more than we have been ㅤㅤgiven in centuries. ”
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ㅤㅤhis body remains firm, ㅤㅤbut his gaze wavers ㅤㅤunused to compassion, ㅤㅤleast of all from an queen. ㅤ ㅤㅤ“ your words... ㅤㅤdo not sound like those ㅤㅤwho called us monsters. ” ㅤ ㅤㅤhis eyes fall, slowly, ㅤㅤto the blood-soaked rag.
Sindel couldn't help but show her concern as her expression held sentiment instead of coldness. "If I could help, I would...but whatever seems to be ailing you doesn't seem to have any way to be cured. (Sigh)...but it doesn't mean you deserve to suffer like this..."
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ the tarkatan doesn't quite admit he needs aid, but it's evident he does. he nods stiffly, gaze heavy in pain. “ i appreciate your gesture, general. i must purge the infection, before it claims more than it already taken. ”
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ㅤ ㅤㅤGlancing at a raging── ㅤㅤaching wound on his wrist. ㅤㅤWrapping it with a rag, ㅤㅤsqueezing it hard until ㅤㅤparrying the bleeding. ㅤ ㅤ
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