ᅟdigging fingers into the curve of flesh, he drags the nightmare cow forward, heavy steps echoing.
ᅟthe 𝑹͟𝑬͟𝑨͟𝑫͟𝑬͟𝑹 should flee before he finds them, too.
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& another, a red horse, went out ; to them who sat upon, it was granted to take peace from the earth ⸻ that they would slay one another. Of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, comes forth WAR 。
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ᅟwhere does he think he brings nightmares from? people's fears only? that is role for their feeble imaginations. he doesn't prey on the weakling horrors ; there is far beyond to his reach.
ᅟbut alas. . . dancing with death herself is no easy feat. interesting.
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Shadow kissed. Believe it or not, he pierced the veil of death & came back. Your nightmares are nothing compared to experience the in-between & seeing the underworld first hand. You would be surprised to learn all of it is true.
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ᅟ"bit on the nose, isn't it?" his own pushes up against his visage, holding yet another smirk on his expression.
ᅟ"nice work, though. fairly well made."
“just a nickname. perhaps i resemble one.” a prowling behemoth bearing an eerie visage — he’s a ghastly work of intimidation. own ambiguous claim has his lips quirking in mirth.
⠀always an angel , never a god .
always an angel , never a god .
always an angel , never a god .
always an angel , never a god .
always an angel , never a god .
always an angel , never a god .
always an angel , never a god .
cheeky thing, where are his manners? he takes another drag, long and deep, leaning onto forearm—elbow, weight shifting forward and closer. “i asked first.”