younghul
how did you do that thing? do it again. ₚₗₑₐₛₑ.
inhumatus
ofhorns
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ (...) you, shouldn’t be here.
lunarhunts
( . . . ) how long have you been standing there ? ?
lunarhunts
( . . . ) I wouldn’t touch that if I were you . unless you want it to blow up in your face . / literally / .
lunarhunts
( . . . ) i don’t accept drinks from strangers . even if they / have / been staring all evening . . . can i help you ?
lunarhunts
( . . . ) you’re not supposed to be here , are you ? agent reynolds . FBI . I’m gonna need to ask you a few questions .
/ she’s got a fake name & fake badge for the cases she follows up on < 3
pearldeity
“ i hope you don’t intend on making me your next victim with that horrid aim. ”
inhumatus
⠀⠀⠀⠀ › 1͟9͟ ͟+͟
inhumatus
‛ THE TEARS OF AN ANGEL ... IS THE BLOOD OF THY SWORD FOREVER WOUNDING THE HOUNDS OF HELL.⠀ ݁ ... cain’s notes, 2024.02.26 ┈ legendary tales.
inhumatus
( A͟ ͟V͟I͟S͟U͟A͟L͟ ͟R͟E͟P͟R͟E͟S͟E͟N͟T͟A͟T͟I͟O͟N͟ .. of cain, && how powerful of a guardian (he) is. be sure to watch this, as this is currently the only short film I know at the moment that best describes him && his powers when he is summoned. ) : ⤸﹒
[ https://youtu.be/1x02rxGJdfA?si=eEKGejpIiIdU2Dh2 ]
inhumatus
T͟H͟E͟ ͟W͟H͟I͟T͟E͟ ͟D͟E͟A͟T͟H͟,͟ born from a mortal union with unholy ties, OF POWERS CONSIDERED AN ABOMINATION. H͟E͟ ͟W͟A͟S͟ ͟T͟H͟R͟O͟W͟N͟ ͟I͟N͟T͟O͟ ͟T͟H͟E͟ ͟W͟O͟R͟L͟D͟ ͟O͟F͟ ͟W͟A͟R͟,͟ desolation, hunger, bloodlust, and death at the age of seven. TORN FROM THE ARMS OF HIS MOTHER, the boy lost his innocence of mortality in the wilderness, and from a mere boy to a ruthless warrior he turned, lusting of killing his own kind until he fulfilled the unforeseen prophecies. (HE) W͟A͟S͟ ͟N͟E͟V͟E͟R͟ ͟M͟E͟A͟N͟T͟ ͟T͟O͟ ͟B͟E͟ ͟A͟ ͟M͟A͟N͟,͟ ͟B͟U͟T͟ ͟A͟ ͟S͟T͟A͟L͟K͟I͟N͟G͟ ͟D͟E͟A͟T͟H͟ ͟F͟O͟R͟ ͟H͟I͟S͟ ͟B͟R͟O͟T͟H͟E͟R͟S͟,͟ who defiled nature, and the holy land, and corrupted mankind with blood, and injustice.
inhumatus
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〔 .. ⌖ 〕
@FORSAKENCREATOR- : A CREATURE, IMMORTAL AND INHUMAN OF MORTALITY,
wandered in the physical realm, making the immortal god become weary in mood, and disturbed. Wolfe approached, a sword, ancient and covered in latin words, glinted of red as the sun’s rays reflected harshly against the silver, crisp metal. From the middle of the handle, and leading all the way down to the tip, the middle was covered in red, yet not of blood but of a rare stone of symbol.
“You are not welcomed here,” humorously, he’d utter with a click of his tongue and came to sit beside the other, nostrils flaring. Though, he was not angry but rather curious, Wolfe enjoyed the beautiful view, even more so, the soft, cool breeze. He was not in the mood to fight, nor to draw attention to them, he let a gentle warning slip.
“If the reapers catch you .. I am unsure of where you will end up.”
&&. / it is perfect my friend! I appreciate the drop!