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oneforeveryverse replied to your post:This is the most horrific game I have ever played...
You should see some of the things I have to kill…
No, no, I don't think you understand.
The fox... it moves so fucking fast... you don't understand
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Petra stared at the remains without speaking, the whimsical smile she normally sported gone. There was no joy, no hidden humor there now, just sorrow and pain. “She was only sixteen…” The words were soft, heavy, and she felt them catch in her throat. It wasn’t that long ago she’d been part of the tower, not that long ago that these people had been the only family she’d known.
 The blood mage gave a solemn nod to her companion. She had never known the circle, never known what sort of family it might provide. "You knew her?"  she spoke in mere whispers, kneeling to the young girls corpse and closing her eyes. "I am sorry."
"I pledge my fealty to you."
   Flynt was by no means a highborn man. He roamed the castle as if it were his own, true, walked with confidence and comfort and was never bothered for anything, protected by both his reputation and his friendship (if one could even call it that) with the current king. But he would never come close to true power, never sit with the other lords and ladies at their high table or feel the weight of a crown upon his brow or watch thousands of men drop to their knees before him in submission. But perhaps - perhaps he didn't need thousands. Perhaps just one would be enough. Even the greatest of the great had to start somewhere, with a few brave friends at his back and a sharp sword at his hip. Why shouldn't he taste power, he who had seen kings come and go like it was nothing at all? They had no more right to the throne than he did. When was his turn?
   Perhaps he had too much to drink, perhaps he was going mad, but the title of King had never sounded more appealing. And one was enough, for now.
      "As you should," he sniffed. "Get up, you look a fool - I have no desire to see you kneel for me, not you. Your loyalty means more than I can say, old friend, and I expected no less, but I don't want to see you grovel."
I suppose that privilege comes with millennia of walking both realms, does it not?
Kings do not weep--kings are symbols of strength. Perseverance. A king is many things, does many things, but he does not weep.
• oneforeveryverse
He shouldn't really be in this part of town. He stood out, and already he was sure a few civilians had recognized him. It wasn't really that difficult, though; the dust shop he had hit earlier that month was just a few streets down. Perhaps he should've taken a different route... It's too late for that now. He'd been waiting for someone, a hired informant, to stop by the designated meeting place. He needed information, and she would have it, or so he hoped. Minutes passed before a set of footsteps headed towards him. They were easy to recognize, but not met with warmth. Roman practically glared at the girl as she came into his line of sight. âťťPlease tell me you're better at your job than you are showing up on time. Did you get what I asked for?âťž
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Here is an ask. AWAY TO XKIT
omg this is going to make tagging asks so much easier
[text; mason] he said it wasn't ladylike of me to drink more whiskey than him
[text; mason] I told him to stop being a little bitch
♀ {insert cackling here}
Cheers, Brandon!
Kidding. You're a goddamned prick.
