tormentedmasterpiece

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tormentedmasterpiece

♡ apologies to all my rps, dealing with a sprained ankle and lots of work. should be active again soon, and I appreciate your patience :)

clineswrld

@tormentedmasterpiece i’m so late but feel better soon lovely <3
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sadisticnephalem

In the murky depths of the night, where shadows clung to the walls like tendrils of darkness, Cekldir prowled the desolate alleyways with silent determination. The air was thick with the stench of decay and desperation, a fitting backdrop for the twisted deeds that unfolded under the cloak of darkness.
          His steps echoed softly against the cobblestones, each footfall a sinister rhythm that echoed his solemn purpose. There was a palpable tension in the air, a sense of foreboding that seemed to seep into the very fabric of the alleyway as if the night itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.
          With a predatory instinct honed over centuries of existence, Cekldir scanned the shadows for potential prey, his gaze alight with an unholy fervor. In this forsaken corner of the world, where the forgotten and the damned sought refuge from the harsh light of day, he found his hunting ground.
          And then, amidst the darkness, his eyes alighted upon a figure huddled in the shadows – a lost soul, adrift in the sea of despair that permeated the alleyway. At that moment, a twisted smile curled upon Cekldir's lips. He had found his prey.