𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
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Penned by #Gabbey
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Dragonslayer diary entry:
"𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝."
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𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
"𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝."
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𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
It was not uttered by her first.
It is engraved within the stone. In the language of other men. Lost to time.
There's little reaction. As she turns towards the ruins of her tribe.
The giant leaves. Leaving only footprints in the snow and earth. The dead, and ruins.
Spears still rust in the~>
It is engraved within the stone. In the language of other men. Lost to time.
There's little reaction. As she turns towards the ruins of her tribe.
The giant leaves. Leaving only footprints in the snow and earth. The dead, and ruins.
Spears still rust in the~>
- away, allowing her to spurn him, allowing her hatred to bore into the butterfly coat of arms upon his back. So be it.
December 21, 2025 at 9:24 PM
It was not uttered by her first.
It is engraved within the stone. In the language of other men. Lost to time.
There's little reaction. As she turns towards the ruins of her tribe.
The giant leaves. Leaving only footprints in the snow and earth. The dead, and ruins.
Spears still rust in the~>
It is engraved within the stone. In the language of other men. Lost to time.
There's little reaction. As she turns towards the ruins of her tribe.
The giant leaves. Leaving only footprints in the snow and earth. The dead, and ruins.
Spears still rust in the~>
"𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖇𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉.
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔.
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑.
𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊.
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊."
A croaking, tired voice~>
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔.
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑.
𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊.
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊."
A croaking, tired voice~>
- knows better than to get in between a mother and her young.
" . . . I'll . . . "
He thinks - what can he do ? To assure that these eggs reach adulthood, to assure that Skajdi has a family ?
"I'll make sure nobody else from my fleet sails this way - even though we're not a danger."
" . . . I'll . . . "
He thinks - what can he do ? To assure that these eggs reach adulthood, to assure that Skajdi has a family ?
"I'll make sure nobody else from my fleet sails this way - even though we're not a danger."
December 21, 2025 at 6:35 PM
"𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖇𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉.
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔.
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑.
𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊.
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊."
A croaking, tired voice~>
𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊.
𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔.
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑.
𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖊.
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊."
A croaking, tired voice~>
//If for whatever reason she is forced to go human, we got a faceclaim.
But. I doubt she would do it unless basically forced.
But. I doubt she would do it unless basically forced.
December 21, 2025 at 6:21 PM
//If for whatever reason she is forced to go human, we got a faceclaim.
But. I doubt she would do it unless basically forced.
But. I doubt she would do it unless basically forced.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
🌊
Actually might just call it a night for bluesky.
Getting v tired.
Actually might just call it a night for bluesky.
Getting v tired.
December 21, 2025 at 5:44 PM
🌊
Actually might just call it a night for bluesky.
Getting v tired.
Actually might just call it a night for bluesky.
Getting v tired.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
DRAGON FIGHT!!!!!
a man in a suit says let them fight in front of a group of soldiers
ALT: a man in a suit says let them fight in front of a group of soldiers
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December 21, 2025 at 6:03 PM
DRAGON FIGHT!!!!!
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A booming roar, who's power bends the trees as her stomps crack the earth.
Snow's Grandmother's crown hovers past the trees' tips. Unafraid of the mutant beast on her fief, her snout hisses through the bugle.
Her horns pouring with snow in a threat display.
A booming roar, who's power bends the trees as her stomps crack the earth.
Snow's Grandmother's crown hovers past the trees' tips. Unafraid of the mutant beast on her fief, her snout hisses through the bugle.
Her horns pouring with snow in a threat display.
December 21, 2025 at 6:01 PM
@chaosharbringer.bsky.social
A booming roar, who's power bends the trees as her stomps crack the earth.
Snow's Grandmother's crown hovers past the trees' tips. Unafraid of the mutant beast on her fief, her snout hisses through the bugle.
Her horns pouring with snow in a threat display.
A booming roar, who's power bends the trees as her stomps crack the earth.
Snow's Grandmother's crown hovers past the trees' tips. Unafraid of the mutant beast on her fief, her snout hisses through the bugle.
Her horns pouring with snow in a threat display.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
In the shadows of mist and snow, two antlers stretch on high amongst bending palm trees, the trail of warm breath traces the body of the wind.
Feathers dance in the furious typhoon, as heavy steps carry the scaled titan forward. Staring down at the serpent.
A foreign being. Whom walked here~>
Feathers dance in the furious typhoon, as heavy steps carry the scaled titan forward. Staring down at the serpent.
A foreign being. Whom walked here~>
The spirit would hold up her hand and catch the snowflakes. She would stare blankly… Snow? But how? It never snowed in Faron.
Her ear would twitch when she heard a sound. She snapped her head over to see the figure, her corrupted eyes narrowed.
Her ear would twitch when she heard a sound. She snapped her head over to see the figure, her corrupted eyes narrowed.
Small flakes of snow spill over corrupted skin, palm trees meet the cold wind.
Booming steps of a bipedal beast carry her forth. In blue eyes that scan her curiously.
Booming steps of a bipedal beast carry her forth. In blue eyes that scan her curiously.
December 21, 2025 at 5:59 PM
In the shadows of mist and snow, two antlers stretch on high amongst bending palm trees, the trail of warm breath traces the body of the wind.
Feathers dance in the furious typhoon, as heavy steps carry the scaled titan forward. Staring down at the serpent.
A foreign being. Whom walked here~>
Feathers dance in the furious typhoon, as heavy steps carry the scaled titan forward. Staring down at the serpent.
A foreign being. Whom walked here~>
Her body slowly raises to meet him.
Her trick isn't size. It's density. One agreed upon when the earth cracks upon her torso rising. The cold air curls her breath into plumes of fog pouring from her nose, dancing between the vast antlers of a winter empress, as the wind grazes the horns in song.~>
Her trick isn't size. It's density. One agreed upon when the earth cracks upon her torso rising. The cold air curls her breath into plumes of fog pouring from her nose, dancing between the vast antlers of a winter empress, as the wind grazes the horns in song.~>
Its nostrils before it spoke in ancient dragonic language.》
"𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮?"
《It simply asked. A currious brow raising.
"𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮?"
《It simply asked. A currious brow raising.
December 21, 2025 at 5:53 PM
Her body slowly raises to meet him.
Her trick isn't size. It's density. One agreed upon when the earth cracks upon her torso rising. The cold air curls her breath into plumes of fog pouring from her nose, dancing between the vast antlers of a winter empress, as the wind grazes the horns in song.~>
Her trick isn't size. It's density. One agreed upon when the earth cracks upon her torso rising. The cold air curls her breath into plumes of fog pouring from her nose, dancing between the vast antlers of a winter empress, as the wind grazes the horns in song.~>
Stomp
Stomp
Rolling in the snow like a dog
Stomp
Rolling in the snow like a dog
December 21, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Stomp
Stomp
Rolling in the snow like a dog
Stomp
Rolling in the snow like a dog
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
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ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴏɴꜱ ɴᴏᴡ
ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇ.
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ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴏɴꜱ ɴᴏᴡ
ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇ.
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December 20, 2025 at 7:02 PM
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ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴏɴꜱ ɴᴏᴡ
ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇ.
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ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ʜᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴏɴꜱ ɴᴏᴡ
ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ʙᴇɢꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇ.
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@leviathangod.bsky.social
A low bugle.
Something by the shore.
Another titan has found a docked ship, and her body gently shakes off the snow before locking her antlers underneath it'a shell, and gently raising it overhead.
Her antlers don't creak. Her body is anchored into the earth as her ~>
A low bugle.
Something by the shore.
Another titan has found a docked ship, and her body gently shakes off the snow before locking her antlers underneath it'a shell, and gently raising it overhead.
Her antlers don't creak. Her body is anchored into the earth as her ~>
December 21, 2025 at 8:53 AM
@leviathangod.bsky.social
A low bugle.
Something by the shore.
Another titan has found a docked ship, and her body gently shakes off the snow before locking her antlers underneath it'a shell, and gently raising it overhead.
Her antlers don't creak. Her body is anchored into the earth as her ~>
A low bugle.
Something by the shore.
Another titan has found a docked ship, and her body gently shakes off the snow before locking her antlers underneath it'a shell, and gently raising it overhead.
Her antlers don't creak. Her body is anchored into the earth as her ~>
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Trying to eat the sign.
December 17, 2025 at 7:07 PM
Trying to eat the sign.
There seems to be little need. In eating them, she fills her mouth with their toxins, making her bite dangerous. And the forest is preserved.
She then stops before a great sick tree. Climbing with her forearms to check for nests, she huffs and sniffs.
She then stops before a great sick tree. Climbing with her forearms to check for nests, she huffs and sniffs.
[He observes the beasts movement. Piling up ice under his feet to assist in removing the missletoes.
He seems keen on helping out.]
He seems keen on helping out.]
The warm huff carries on.
Behind her feathered tail, a truck deformed around a tree, as she raises her body to fish out the mistletoe parasitizing some branches.
Behind her feathered tail, a truck deformed around a tree, as she raises her body to fish out the mistletoe parasitizing some branches.
December 21, 2025 at 8:40 AM
There seems to be little need. In eating them, she fills her mouth with their toxins, making her bite dangerous. And the forest is preserved.
She then stops before a great sick tree. Climbing with her forearms to check for nests, she huffs and sniffs.
She then stops before a great sick tree. Climbing with her forearms to check for nests, she huffs and sniffs.
A low hum responds. Her bugle travels through the woods as bones start to appear in the path.
Large antlers still preserved. Great ribs stretch on as colorful and gray feathers alike flail, stuck to the trees like wind sails. Great carvings made into great stones tell the stories of the Nomad~>
Large antlers still preserved. Great ribs stretch on as colorful and gray feathers alike flail, stuck to the trees like wind sails. Great carvings made into great stones tell the stories of the Nomad~>
A small bark of acknowledgement, to let her know he's standing there, mostly just curious about what she's doing.
The Matthias-Wolf keeps a respectable distance, paws leaving distinctive tracks in the deep snow.
He really wishes he had thought to cast some sort of communication spell beforehand.
The Matthias-Wolf keeps a respectable distance, paws leaving distinctive tracks in the deep snow.
He really wishes he had thought to cast some sort of communication spell beforehand.
On it. Her weight felling it from the very root before being torn down. As her beaked mouth tears apart at the wood before scanning the dire wolf.
Hoofing shakes the earth. A small wave of dusty snow around her forearms. Antlers whistle in the air.
Hoofing shakes the earth. A small wave of dusty snow around her forearms. Antlers whistle in the air.
December 21, 2025 at 8:38 AM
A low hum responds. Her bugle travels through the woods as bones start to appear in the path.
Large antlers still preserved. Great ribs stretch on as colorful and gray feathers alike flail, stuck to the trees like wind sails. Great carvings made into great stones tell the stories of the Nomad~>
Large antlers still preserved. Great ribs stretch on as colorful and gray feathers alike flail, stuck to the trees like wind sails. Great carvings made into great stones tell the stories of the Nomad~>
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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May 1, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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ㅤㅤ「My Lord. May flowers bloom wherever you wander. 」
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Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
From the depths of the sea. The waves it creates. It's the leviathan god of the sea.
🌊a leviathan oc!
🌊mdni
🌊18+content ahead.
🌊❤️&🔁
🌊a leviathan oc!
🌊mdni
🌊18+content ahead.
🌊❤️&🔁
December 20, 2025 at 2:59 PM
From the depths of the sea. The waves it creates. It's the leviathan god of the sea.
🌊a leviathan oc!
🌊mdni
🌊18+content ahead.
🌊❤️&🔁
🌊a leviathan oc!
🌊mdni
🌊18+content ahead.
🌊❤️&🔁
Small flakes of snow spill over corrupted skin, palm trees meet the cold wind.
Booming steps of a bipedal beast carry her forth. In blue eyes that scan her curiously.
Booming steps of a bipedal beast carry her forth. In blue eyes that scan her curiously.
She was curled up by the spring… She would occasionally get her control back.. Only to feel her body ache and burn. She’d lay there for ages.. Just scratching desperately to try and remove the substance off her skin.
December 20, 2025 at 8:29 AM
Small flakes of snow spill over corrupted skin, palm trees meet the cold wind.
Booming steps of a bipedal beast carry her forth. In blue eyes that scan her curiously.
Booming steps of a bipedal beast carry her forth. In blue eyes that scan her curiously.
The warm huff carries on.
Behind her feathered tail, a truck deformed around a tree, as she raises her body to fish out the mistletoe parasitizing some branches.
Behind her feathered tail, a truck deformed around a tree, as she raises her body to fish out the mistletoe parasitizing some branches.
[He dusts of the tiny pieces from his shoulders and such. Looking up at the much taller entity.]
"We meet again, it seems."
"We meet again, it seems."
A big huff. The warmth of her breath blows it away.
December 20, 2025 at 8:27 AM
The warm huff carries on.
Behind her feathered tail, a truck deformed around a tree, as she raises her body to fish out the mistletoe parasitizing some branches.
Behind her feathered tail, a truck deformed around a tree, as she raises her body to fish out the mistletoe parasitizing some branches.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
// Fun fact. The General biology of Skajdi is inspired by these animals:
December 19, 2025 at 6:19 PM
// Fun fact. The General biology of Skajdi is inspired by these animals:
A big huff. The warmth of her breath blows it away.
[Aw man, not again. He's been buried in show.]
Dropping snow on the reader. She's peeling a tree from branches.
December 19, 2025 at 11:29 PM
A big huff. The warmth of her breath blows it away.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐢, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫.
