Reaching out, he pulls the capsule closer.
There was a one of those blowy things inside. . . but tiny. He begins to shake the contents up and down.
What was its purpose?
He pondered for a moment on what his light half was up too. Probably gone somewhere he shouldn’t be.
He wonders. . . How would he like his new f r i e n d ?
Malice eyes stare up at the other shade. The one who appeared offering his master’s t r u e power. The times had grown slow.
Tiring . . .
Many had gone into slumber. Yet he waited. He remained waiting.
N o m o r e
“What shall our next move be?”
fingers danced in the air as they reached out to stroke white locks ; his ROOK has awaken , for their slumber has gone for far too long .
their brethren , was a mystery — fallen perhaps .
they should seek anew .
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"A Childish Mind Will Turn To Noble
Ambition. . . And Young Love Will
Become Deep Affection."
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❦LoZ RP Acct❦
@WILDHEROISM dear f
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d waiting any longer.
“It’s been a while.” Tone flat and gaze locked on the chasm rather than the hero. The same indifferent greeting despite it all.
@WILDHEROISM victory. Something was slowly pulling out the malice. Something that Rook intended to find the root of. So he finally makes his approach. No need to keep his-
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The shade just blinks. Unsure how to process the scene he’s witnessing. Although it suddenly made since why the Demon King was so confident in the outcome of this war.