Jul 15, 2018
@troupebat​
the dancer of the sacrificial flame. a memory does stir, one vivid in the harsh glow of ethereal fire, tempered by its otherworldly heat. troupe master grimm, summoned by the knight’s own call, then succinctly banished from the ruined kingdom.
an executioner they may be, but a judge they are not.
regardless, the crime is not forgotten, and their pathetic weapon is drawn despite its significant uselessness. no further movement is made from the vessel, rather than raising the weapon toward the towering figure the troupe master cuts in the shadows cast by moonlight. perhaps as expected, they do not speak.
still, their weapon stays. what say you, grimm?
