does ones pattern mean less in present times? silence from the commonwealth, choke on thee shallow life.
' 𝐆wyndolin ও
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proceed with thine primal urges displayed to crowds of similar mind. gather’n grow.
you may advance. heed the warning that my greatness is weak with physical defense, hence we shall play as fools.
“ a bow pleases, proceed, ” despite themselves they lower expectations and desires, moving a hand to gesture in a way of acceptance. the divine watches from the shielding of their crown— eyes beaded with the anticipation of a follow-through. and once a bow is given there is a moment of graceful
we proceed to play fight like the swine we pretendeth to be, til my teeth sinketh too deep into thee. thyself then proclaims i have ruined the fun. 💔
silent, debating- letting words sink in and assumptions lay. a scrunch of nose and furrowing of brows beneath crown; chest tightening with ache. distraction to identity pain being the examination of wings settled on opposing frame, giving forth a singular nod of acknowledgement. this one was
[ a silence, one that signifies a baited trap has been triggered. ] to speak with confidence once must haveth the ability to back it up. before thyself a standing divine whom no hesitation in matter of slay, a fool is thee; peasant magic user with instinct to proclaim in hubristic way.
( the mage stepped through the mist in which she used to move around. grining as she looked around. ) if I were trying to cower, I would not have came. no, you should find yourself honored to stand before i; the magical master of mystery, Kai.
addressed has been thee, giveth thine name with haste steady behind.
a humble assortment of body litter the area before i, and thee have no sheltered wall to cower behind. announce thyself.
< — heard there was near-death experiences happening in the area, and morbidly curious.
Introducing "Oh uh... howdy there, names Midas, welcome to Golden-Hand Ranch!" Midas Sol Kane "Gosh, that view sure is pretty ain't it??" The Rancher. "Here lemme get that for ya!"
𝐈 use to 𝙲𝚁𝚈, but now I , 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 up high , … … , Not go unpunished
… , 𝙏hough it’s hurting me, Now it’s 𝙷 𝙸 𝚂 𝚃 𝙾 𝚁 𝚈—
… , 𝙏hough it’s hurting me, Now it’s 𝙷 𝙸 𝚂 𝚃 𝙾 𝚁 𝚈—