𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝕆ℝ𝔻 𝕎𝔸ℝ𝔻𝔼ℕ

|| You know, I almost wanna join one of those writing groups.

|| Then again, the last time I did, drama exploded IMMEDIATELY and I got kicked without a word because of accusations that got disproved basically instantly.

|| Never got invited back, either.
|| Solo writing it is, then.

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“ 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. “

The knight’s eyes start to lose focus ever so slightly, distracted by old memories.

Anger? Despair?
That was putting it lightly.

Beneath the worn visage of a weary warrior stewed pent-up 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲, only kept in check by shame.

“ 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 ‘ 𝘌𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 ‘. “
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And you look like the wrong end of a diseased donkey, I wouldn’t suggest trying to compete.

Not once have I begged, even when I was a mercenary hardly worth the iron of my armor. I sure as hell won’t beg to a cheap copy of a madwoman.

I slew the mightiest Warlord of Valkenheim, even if such an action is my greatest shame. You are nothing in comparison.

|| Man, it’s real fun getting reality check after reality check.
|| But whatever. I think I should be a lot more free nowadays.

And please don’t delude yourself, it’s a very poor look. Almost as poor as your visage.

Tell yourself that if you wish, but you wouldn’t even be able to hurt me in my sleep.

If you want to test the efficacy of our armaments, I would be more than happy to oblige you. Although, I don’t know if you would survive the embarrassment.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 ‘ 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 ‘, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦.

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 — 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝙗𝙖𝙙.

“ . . 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. “

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮, 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝐰𝐚𝐫.

. . 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴.

. . Also, you’re ugly.

Nobody told me we were losing. Quite the opposite, in fact; if we were losing, I would be dead.

As for the blacksmith . .
Please, you can’t lie here. Ilma’s weapons have struck low many of your greatest warriors. So shoddy that many hardly even need to be maintained, am I right?

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮, 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝐰𝐚𝐫.

. . 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?
𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴.

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𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴. “

It was partially a bluff. Elizabeth wasn’t one of those Horkos psychopaths who are just as likely to murder you as they are to look at you.

But it’s not easy to call the bluff of a woman poised to open up your throat.

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Slowly, deliberately, the Lord Warden took a few steps back, giving this poor, distinctly irritating soul a bit more breathing room.

“ 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵
——

Elizabeth quietly sighed beneath her helmet, the constant stuttering beginning to grate on her already worn patience. Most people in her life who could manipulate the supernatural tended to not care about little things like a sword against their throat, so this was new — and not appreciated.
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|| I feel your pain.
|| If it’s all you have, then you might as well use it unless you don’t mind something like picrew.

clench with fury. Not everyone shares her sentiments, and it’s something she has to deal with on a daily basis.

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. “

“ . . 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. “

Her gauntleted hands
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There was some visible reluctance, but Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

“ 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴
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|| Weirdly embarrassing adding nsfw information, even though it’s kind of a downright necessity.

- Firstly and most importantly, taboo can fuck right off, 𝐃𝐍𝐈!

- ATTENTION : Muse is Intersex, NOT FUTA

- Pansexual

- Switch

- SELECTIVE

- There may be occasional NSFW content on TL posts. However, any NSFW RP will be taken to DMs.

- To be updated further in the future if I don’t forget again.

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺
𝙸𝙽
𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂

|| Admittedly I’ve been a bit busy playing a frankly excessive amount of Space Marine 2, but heretics seldom purge themselves.

|| Aight, time to finish up with my pinned. Been procrastinating for a while now.
|| Kind of embarrassing that it took this long —