Kyra.
@oneandsoul.sunder.my
wrath is such a pretty thing. || #SUNDERVERSE
I knew you'd come to the right path if I set it out before you.
Oh. Ohhhh. I think I'm following now. You know me because you know yourself. that's... huh. and yeah. fuck, yeah I do.
We are so similar. Monsters lurk under our skin. So unassuming on the surface. Do you feel alive when you embrace the violence?
when I wake? the monster is mine to choose when it comes out. no force, nothing like a lack of impulse control. just me. small and smug, big and fucking wrecking shit.
When your dreams bleed into reality, are you a monster in them and when you wake?
What about my dreams?
Nightmares and daydreams tell me whispers about you. What you've done. What you might do.
Wait. Which part of your statement did you assume you were right about?
@themonstergrrl.bsky.social || at work but I'll reply on Kyra and Huey when I get home!
Does it matter now? You don't look like you've been to college. Genius? Prodigy?
what...were you trying to do?
go.bsky.app/5fsLDTj Fully optional starter pack for the accounts I will be on the most.
[The blonde woman smiled widely, the corners of her eyes crinkling happily.] I did it!
Ohhh. that's huh. that's not creepy at all. you're pretty much right on the money.
Too young for college. Liar? Manipulator? Or something else. Sinister. Creeping beneath your skin. Lurking within. Waiting.
Bloodrayne. though Bloodborne is fun! played that one a bit in college back in the day. That's honestly that is the kind of philosophical question that I am not prepared for at 8:00 in the evening.
Then we'll dance, drenched in the rain.
Yeah, its been pouring for like. hours.
sunder I have a tendency to come back to roleplay, get overwhelmed because I account hop chasing dopamine rushes until I fry, and then settle on a few accounts. I'm going to settle on a few accounts now and be active on them so I don't fry so fast.
β EARTH 0298 β Kyra felt the burning within her. Another Earth, another particle she needed, and an old man dressing up as a kind of bird that had unknowingly collected it. His perch was infiltrated silently, an old skyscraper with half a wall blown out, offering shelter and easy access.
In the beginning, there was no light. There was only void. And it was perfect.