#glorykill

Happy Belated birthday to the platonic love of my life ans Bestie over @glorykill

                             ❝    𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.    𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.    ❞      she stokes the hearth.    turning over the eviscerate bloodbeat of embers erratically paling      &.      deepening like the frantic respiration of a wounded beast trembling in its den      &.      the profound desperation of its shallowing breath.      the chord once taut cut red.      eyes pulsing in dull glass bells.      outside fields lie black where companies of lesser auxiliaries trudged in snow circled      &.      wheeled a myriad phantoms in the cold moonlight      &.      the pale smoke of their breath clove through the implacable dark with wintry blades of white as she traipses the room in the warm sawing light of the fire,    strides across the sprawling urne tapestry with such haste that would leave the hanging plants swaying from their hewn beams in her passing.      ❝    i take the sentiment is not unfamiliar to you.      the gods of these realms are no kinder.      ❞

" there is always the rite. " elowren's bite of dark humor was ever present. the rite of tranquility was an inky cold blackness of feeling and dreams. nothing there but what is, and what may come to pass. hard to allow ' assholery ' to remain.

" assholes do not last long in this state. we are direct but i have yet to be intentionally abrasive or rude. "

❝   heeeeeeeeeeeey!   ❞      a pout blooms onto the girls lips,   elongated fangs catching on her bottom lip.   [ she makes quick,   sharp grabbing motions at the blade snatched from her hands. ]   but they prove no use.   she’ll settle for baring her teeth instead.      ❝   i wasn’t gonna do anything with it,   give it back   ❞

🔥R̷̦͙̍̎̔Ĩ̶̲͉͇͊P̵̨̛͔̥͔͎̝͓͒̑̀̉̅͆̀̒͠ ̸̨̣̙̝͔͖͇̿͛͗͑͛̕͘A̴̗̙̹̲̟͙͔̒Ṋ̸̝̜̹͑͗͋́͝Ḍ̷̨̪̤̼̽̉̈́͜ͅ ̷̧͙̲͈͓͉͗͒͠T̴̟̮͆͆͛͛Ẽ̷̳̦͚̗̻̠̬̃̋̃̅̇̽̚A̷̦͎͎̘̱̥͕̼̹̿̏̂̓̈̅R̴̟̟̅̌̍͑̋̑͐̇͊🔥

(Credit to who made these 2 masterpieces and edits of fire and lighting I did to this).

(264 BPM Super Gore Nest Beta Soundtrack)

Ω  .           𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃          𝐁𝐘          𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘          /          𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍          𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇          𝐀          𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍          𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐄          𝐎𝐅          ʳᵉᵐᶦⁿᶦˢᶜᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ  .          ʳᵉᶜᵃˡˡ          ᶜᵃˡˡᶦᵖʰᵒʳᶦᵈᵃᵉ          ᶦⁿᵈᵘˡᵍᶦⁿᵍ          ᶦⁿ          ʷᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ          ᶜʳᵉᵈᵉⁿᶻᵃˢ           ᵃˢ          ᵖᵘᵗʳᶦᵈ          ᶜᵃᵈᵃᵛᵉʳˢ          ˡᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ            𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎   -   𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍          𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚎       ,          ᵐᵃʳᵐᵒʳᵉᵃⁿ          ᶜᵃʳʸᵃᵗᶦᵈˢ          ᶜʳᵘᵐᵇˡᶦⁿᵍ          ᶦⁿᵗᵒ          ᶠʳᵃᵍᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ  .          [          *          ᵃ          𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒          ᵈᵉᶦᶜᶦᵈᵉ          ˡᵃᵛᵉⁿ          ʷᶦᵗʰ           father’s          ᵒʷⁿ          ᶦᶜʰᵒʳ  .          ]          ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ          ʷᵃˢ          ᵃ          ᵖᵃⁿᵍ          ᵒᶠ          𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑡𝘩       ,          ᶠᵒʳ          ᵇᵘᵗ          ᵃ          ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ  .          SHORT   -   LIVED           -----     ----     --         ˡᶦᵏᵉ          ᵗʰᵉ          ˢᵒᵘˡˢ          ʰᵉ          ᵈᶦˢᵖᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ          ᵗᵒ          ᵗʰᵉ          𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹          ᵈᵉᵖᵗʰˢ          ᵒᶠ          ᵃˢᵖʰᵒᵈᵉˡ  .            ❝         𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻  .            ᵗʰᶦˢ          ᶦˢ          ⁿᵒᵗ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᵖᵃᵗʰ          ʸᵒᵘ          ˢᵉᵉᵏ  .           ❞            ʰᵒʷ          ᶠᵉʳᵛᵉⁿᵗ          ᶦʳᶦˢᵉˢ          𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦       :           ʰᵒʷ          ᵗʰᵉʸ          ᵍᵒᵘʳᵐᵃⁿᵈᶦᶻᵉ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᶠˡᵉˢʰ       ,          GNAW          ᵗʰᵉ          ᵐᵃʳʳᵒʷ                    &                   ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ          ᶦⁿᵗᵒ          ᵖˢʸᶜʰᵉ  .          ʰᵒʷ           ᵗʰᵉʸ           ˢᵐᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳ  .            ❝         ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ          ᶦᵗ      ,          &         ʸᵒᵘ          ʷᶦˡˡ           ᶠᶦⁿᵈ          ⁿᵒ          ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ  .         𝕟𝕠          𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 .          ❞

ᵃ          ˢᵉᵉᵐᶦⁿᵍ          𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏          ʷᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ          ᵃᵐᶦᵈ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᶠᶦˡᶦᵍʳᵉᵉ          ᵒᶠ          ᵗʰᵉ          ᵃᵘʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ          ᵉʸᵉ    :       ᵃⁿ          ephemeral       ,          ᵐᵒᵗᵉ   -   ˢᵘᵇᵗˡᵉ          ᵍˡᶦᵐᵖˢᵉ          ᵒᶠ          ᵗᵒˢᵏᵃ  .               ❝         believe          me  .          𝐈          𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  .           ❞

" 𝐧𝐨 . " he doesn't want to , because it's not what he's here for , and it isn't what he ought to be doing with him time . the grip of his blade --- kept sedentary at his side --- is a thrumming constant vibration in his hand ; what a marvel that he can feel it through this metal encasing molded to fit his fingers as though it were his naked skin the mercurial magma - orange , obscenely vivid as though the liquid were plucked straight of from earth's core as it raged and undulated vengefully against the raw metal's entrapment from where it sprouts out from it's rain - guard , saturated through and sank through the sinews to touch on his quaking bone . it feels as though it could detonate at any second . he trusts it . he's afraid of it . what a weapon . " but i could start if you like . "