𝕏𝕚𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕦
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ꜱᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴢᴇʀ ɢʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴀᴜɢʟᴏꜱᴋ ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴋᴀɪʟɪɴᴅᴏʀᴀɴɪ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇɴʀɪꜱ Mun is 40+ | RP Parody Account FC is Chinese Actor Hu Bing BBQ'd by #ᑢᕼᗩᖇ 🏳️‍⚧️ I own no art posted! ⚰️🕊️ #mvrp | #horrorrp | #marvelrp | #roleplay | #blueskyRP | #WorldOfDarknessRP
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ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ
ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪʀᴇ
ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴡᴀʏ
ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀꜰɪʀᴇ ...

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"Have you got something fae and fancy for me to try?"
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“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 - 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜.”

*ੈ°🌿‧₊-˚༺🌳༻-*ੈ🪷‧~₊˚

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"You song will draw them out for us to lay to rest."
He only smiled, nodding.

He lumbered forward, but only going so far as to smell and sense - to see into the Umbra and listen for the hidden things that might endanger her.

"They are deep. And hidden." He placed a hand on her waist, just briefly.
He was feeding her up.

That was almost romantic.

“Then I’ll dance as you do you do your best work, and if I can, I’ll cleanse this place.”

Even if it meant drinking down the magic within it and repurposing it. Which was the exact sort of magic she did.

Earth magic. -
"They are ghosts of mortal men and my kinfolk. So should think so."

There was a pause. "The spirit world here is loaded with dread and suffering. I know not if your song could sway him. He will fight like me, but weaker. I do not need you to help me kill him."

~
Another long, drawn out pause. He did not look at her as he took his first step into the darkness.

"His blood will make you strong. To leave him in the coal dust felt like a waste."
"They are ghosts of mortal men and my kinfolk. So should think so."

There was a pause. "The spirit world here is loaded with dread and suffering. I know not if your song could sway him. He will fight like me, but weaker. I do not need you to help me kill him."

~
Her eyes looked dull, brown but… hungry. She was looking at him with that same hunger, remembering the taste of his blood when he gave it freely.

One like him. But fallen.

One like him.

For her to feast upon.

She should worry about how happy that made her. -
Shifted, passing into the shape called Glabro. His human form but exaggerated and husky, thin fur and longer hair. Might be mistaken for a man, but clearly in the buff - no mere mortal human. The Hunter's form she'd seen him take from time to time to fight different creatures over the years.

~
"The Dancer's are... All of them must die."

"The humans of my region died here in droves, forced to mine coal for their slave masters. Their restless moans offer it power. We'll sever them from the stone and you may feast on him when we finish."
"One like me. But fallen. Fallen low."

He knelt by the mouth of the coal mine, a look of sickness coming to his lips.

"I caught his scent near the cabin a week ago - it walked too close to where we might raise young. Too close. It will have your scent too."

~
When his war form was simply unreasonable.

"Down in the hole is a thing you can drink, and around it are things we need the knife to kill. My claws can do it, but both are needed for the bleeding thing. The flesh eater, the blood drinker..."

He looked her over, tilting his head to one side.

~
Shifted, passing into the shape called Glabro. His human form but exaggerated and husky, thin fur and longer hair. Might be mistaken for a man, but clearly in the buff - no mere mortal human. The Hunter's form she'd seen him take from time to time to fight different creatures over the years.

~
Not so long ago it barely bothered her, but now it was a constant drumming at her.

Rabbits wouldn't slake it.

Mortals kept it in check for a little while.

But she craved power now. And that was new.
Rotted tracks led down the mountain from where they were - half way up the Appalachia range.

"I have prey, in the dark. Not the normal kind. Tell me, do you have my gift with you...? The klaive?"
Soon they were beyond and in different mountains. They'd left the State of New York long behind - and now they were in Pennsylvania. In just five minutes of running.

When they stopped, they were standing outside a cave - barely held open by the supports.

~
To exceed.

His muscles rippled and he was moving like a diving bird of prey. Bounding not just between the trees and down the mountain - but from tree to tree, from rock to trunk and back to rock - sometimes going nearly half a kilometer without his paws touching the ground.

~
He closed his eyes as he began to run, and she felt a surge of heat emanate from his shoulder blades - as he channeled that profane 𝚛 𝚊 𝚐 𝚎 inside him. Sparrows, hawks, rabbits... All of them fast. None faster than the darting hare. The prey spoke, and his anger fueled his speed. Not to match.

~
Oh his back it was. Her skirts being pulled up over her knees and her feet practically buried in his warm coat.

“I always did want to see how fast you could run when you weren’t having to wait for me.”
He huffed, shifting and growing into an even larger wolf. Big enough she might climb into his back and run her through the trees .

A gesture, asking her to either climb on or change herself.
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𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 8881 - 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒖
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// will most likely do those later
He huffed, shifting and growing into an even larger wolf. Big enough she might climb into his back and run her through the trees .

A gesture, asking her to either climb on or change herself.
“Ack, it’s nothing important. Just inconvenient and I’m annoyed at my own forgetfulness.”

She stretched, then wrapped her arms around his neck, her head buried in his fur.

“Let’s go hunt something?”
He looks up at her,nudging her shoulder then licking her cheek.

He's concerned. Eyes locked on hers.
He looks up at her,nudging her shoulder then licking her cheek.

He's concerned. Eyes locked on hers.
He’s just a big puppy.

A lovely boy.

The goodest boy.

Both hands are in his fur, it’s comforting.

“I’m a wee bit stressed.
Nudges her with his snout, before resting his head on her lap.
"Would you have been satisfied at five?"
“It’s how many I did but I think that maybe I should have stopped at five. I think maybe five stabs is enough.”
"Was that how many you needed? Or wanted?"
“Is thirty-eight too many?”
"Preferably one, but it varies on target and implement realistically."