#fanalis

TW Blood (drawn blood)

DEPARTURE CHANDELIER "Satan Soldier of Fortune" LP 2024

1. Intro (Napoleonic Battlefield Cleanup) 2. By Way of Torchlight from Parliament to Catacombs 3. Hard as a Coffin Nail 4. Accipitridae 5. Interlude (Graverobbers Profit off the Fallen of Both Sides) 6. Hail Dark Forces 7. Satan Soldier of Fortune 8. Outro (Dragged Via Musket Straps and Set Upon Bivouac Fires)

"From dusty museums and armories arrived an equestrian sadist from the other side the last surviror of medieval Viking raids bringing haunted art to his heir with a message stamped in paraffin the imperial candle...

With your birthright study this last souvenir and when its time to die once upon the other side feel the knowledge of the elders

That loyalty is a mountain where the departed soar peaks in thin air illuminated by the departure chandelier join the candle's wild dance at the ferry's windy embarkation don't be afraid to leave your possessions behind and i'll be with you"

mgi2_cha53-01 Fanalis corps Fullbody mgi2_cha53-02 Fanalis corps Expressions

"Ugghhh!!! I can't. I can't anymore!" You let out a desperate groan. "What are you...? A beast!?"

Up until now, you've been running hours non-stop around Reim. The whole city, up and down. Why? you ask... Because you said you ran. That's right! Your cute, gorgeous crush runs, so why not you? Ooh, but now... Ooohh you are regretting it with your life!

You let another puff of air into your lungs, legs trembling, ready to give in. What were you thinking when you challenged a Fanalis.

Impressing the guy so far out of your league was now out of your mind. Your concern now, was not dying!

A small chuckle could be heard from behind.

"I'm sorry. Perhaps I exaggerated a bit." Says the red-hair male.

Looking up, you see Muu standing in all of his glory. And not a single drop of sweat could be seen. Yet you were red, sweaty and dehydrated. Not a sight for sore eyes.

"Exaggerated?" You ask. The irony falling from your mouth as venom.

In reality, you had no one but yourself to blame. You had dug your own grave the moment you said you jogged. Please! The only exercise you did was from your bed to the kitchen! But nooo!! Tell the f*cking Fanalis you jog. Pathetic really.

Looking into those pink irises that offer you compassion, you can't help but laugh.

Your body, that until this moment was trying to stand proud, gave in to gravity and crumbled to the ground.

"You don't run do you?" Says Muu, who is now kneeling besides you.

"Nah, what makes you think that?" You ask. Trying your best to keep the cool act, yet failing miserably. Making you both chuckle.

"On top of that, you made me wake up early! How dare you!?"

"Yes. Clearly you aren't an early bird. A night owl, perhaps?" He inquires. Giving you a playful smirk.

You shake your head. "I'm not an early bird, nor am I a night owl."

"Oh? Then what exactly are you then?"

"A constantly exhausted pigeon", you respond. Your answer sounding so sincere.

At this, both enter a fit of laughter, echoing around the city. (Probably disturbing others).

You don't notice this, but Muu sees you with a certain dreamy look in his eyes. You weren't anything special really. Actually you were pretty average (or at least you saw yourself that way), but for the young man, you were quite the catch. Funny, witty, honest, a little odd, but your company was nice.

"There's a small breakfast shop down the street. I can make it up to you." He says, breaking the laughter.

You act as if you are thinking, pondering your answer even though it was going to be yes.