#celeth

                   &. he is battlewrought, torn from mountain stone itself  &. shaped into being.  from his bones and blood comes the mountains caves and precious jewels, his determination and pride the people and their culture. their words he finds himself undeserving, ill fitted, for what king is he to leave his people to wander ?   what home has he given them ?   pride to be unmatched yet the shadows whisper. a soft voice, calling gently and speaking it’s hushed poison. (  you have given NOTHING. look upon the faces of your family and lie as you have been, exiled king, for there is nothing else you can do but bring these false hopes and fractioned guarantees.  )      distrust runs deep within each shadow and crevice brought on by life changing history. a burn within his memory that even time cannot come to heal, refreshing anew with each site of POINTED ears.                       ‘   what business do you have with me, elf?     ’             location only brings even more distrust and suspicious curiosities. where nothing but trees, rock, LIGHT from the soft calming darkness of homey halls can be seen.    @celeth

and because of the video my pyro’s loadout is the EXACT same as in the video. googly eyes and all.

                                ‘ i will admit, for some of us, DEATH                                  cannot come quickly enough. ‘

( Fun fact: I have a friend who orders pizza without any meat or cheese. Meat, sure -- but cheese? Just end your sorry existence right here and now friendo because you are not fully living if you only eat dough and tomato sauce. Hot dog crusts are the bomb and I feel bad for anyone who has not the stomach to handle it. )