𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽-𝗌𝖾𝖺 。
@wulfgir
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⠀ * 𓃦 ⠀#𝐑͟ᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ 𝐈.
Joined February 2024
⠀ ⠀ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘⠀ ⠀ᵈᵒᵗʰ⠀ ⠀𝙼͟𝙰͟𝙺͟𝙴 ⠀ ⠀ 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒⠀ ⠀𝓞ᶠ⠀ ⠀𝖴𝖲⠀ ⠀𝑨𝑳𝑳 。⠀ ⠀ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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⠀ If words alone shalln't dissuade you, th — then thou ought to face me proper! 💦 ⠀
ㅤ ㅤ❛Such empty threats won't scare me. I don't make threats, I make promises.❜ ㅤ
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⠀ Thou wilt scoff down nothing, o — other than steel and thine own blood! … 💦 ⠀
" Aw, someone is scared 🥰"
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︶꒷꒥ 𝖇arren curtains that you're weaving ¸ like the stories that you keep inside your ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. she can't keep them all safe ¸ they will 𝕕𝕚𝕖 and be afraid. 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ¸ tell me so I say .ᐣ ♡ + ↻ .ᐣ
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⠀ S — stay back! ⠀
ㅤㅤ ㅤLivers are a delight to eat ㅤHuman livers of course.
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ᅠ ᅠᅠ The years pass gazing at the sea.ᅠᅠ 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 were those who came ᅠᅠthey 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 returned, for 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 was the nymph's 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. ᅠᅠ𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 on that 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 would be their 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
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⠀ Viera? Forgive me, but I am wholly unfamiliar…. is it far? ⠀
Fran, viera outcast.
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⠀ “ I know the feeling well enough. Perhaps I could be of use? An additional blade by one’s side never hurts. ” ⠀
ㅤ ㅤ❛ My intention was that a few see me as a target to unleash their frustrations. Little to say, they want to confront me. ❜ ㅤ
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⠀ ⠀ 𝓗𝗘𝗜𝗥⠀𝕺𝗙⠀𝕾𝗘𝗜Ð𝗥 ;⠀〔 𝕭𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗥 . 〕 𝒘eight 𝒐f 𝒕he 𝒘orld 𝒚ou're 𝒖nder – 𝒍et 𝒆verything 𝒇utile 𝒃urn 𝒂sunder ; 𝒉exenzirkel's 𝒔corching 𝒔cion of 𝒇ire. ⠀ ⠀
⠀ 𝒑eer 𝒊nto 𝒕he 𝒆ndless 𝒗oid ; 𝒈aze 𝒅eep 𝒊nto 𝒕he 𝒆dge 𝒐f 𝒆xistence . 𝒘itness 𝒕he 𝒅own𝒇all 𝒐f 𝒏ations 𝒑ast — 𝒘atch 𝒚our 𝒉istory 𝒃urn 𝒂sunder . 𝒔et 𝒕he 𝒔park 𝒐f 𝒂 𝒇lame ; 𝒇rom 𝒕he 𝒂shes , 𝒓ise 𝒂gain . ⠀
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⠀ “ Are they ever? ”⠀ ⠀
today isn’t my day i fear.
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⠀ “ Beef? I beg your pardon… but have they wronged your cattle somehow? ”⠀ ⠀
ㅤ ㅤ❛I don't know why people want ㅤto beef with me.❜ ㅤ
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𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. ݁ᛪ༙
THE HIGH PRIESTESS.
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⠀ scream 𝗚𝗟͟𝗢͟𝗥͟𝗬͟ ❛ ⠀⠀ scream COURAGE’
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⠀ Wulfgir gently cups the mound of milled herbs, and guides their rightful descent into a porcelain cup. The leaves drifted tardily across the water, turning it first to a pale, tender green before deepening in hue. “ Best served lukewarm… courtesy of Castle Morne. ” ⠀
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⠀ Continual gnashing motions of the hand ground the dried leaves til it becomes a granulated heap of what once was. “ Mother’s recipe... ” he muttered, as though the words alone would conjure up memoirs in service to allay the lady’s behest. https://t.co/ewXvVSSbvq ⠀
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⠀ With practiced leisure, his digits find purchase atop wearily labeled containers——and shortly thereafter, empty their respective contents unto the nearest trestle. https://t.co/ewXvVSRDFS ⠀
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⠀ “ Aye——and if memory serves me well, I arrived no later than midnight. Good going, for a man afoot. ” so spoke the knight, said from the furthest reaches of his delicate lips. https://t.co/ewXvVSRDFS ⠀
finally allows her attention to shift to the man in the mirror's reflection. "New face around the caravan? Haven't seen the likes of you around."
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⠀⠀ Beneath the moon's forsaken light, music weeps of lost delight. ⠀⠀
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