ᛋᚢᛚ ᛏᛅᚱ ᛋᚢᚱᛏᚾᛅ ᛋᚢᛚ ᛏᛅᚱ ᛋᚢᚱᛏᚾᛅ ᛋᚢᛚ ᛏᛅᚱ ᛋᚢᚱᛏᚾᛅ
Black scale. Golden rot.
Gate-stone. Clan-death.
They carved the prophecy into his bones
with every lesson, every silence, every scar.
He carved serpents into everything he touched.
A quiet rebellion. A secret name.
He is not what they made.
He is what survived.
ᛋᚢᛚ ᛏᛅᚱ ᛋᚢᚱᛏᚾᛅ ᛋᚢᛚ ᛏᛅᚱ ᛋᚢᚱᛏᚾᛅ ᛋᚢᛚ ᛏᛅᚱ ᛋᚢᚱᛏᚾᛅ
(OOC: Black Dragonborn | Paladin of Redemption | Norse-themed | Mature Themes | Interactions Welcomed)
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Acidic-Faith
Jan 11, 2026 10:53PM
// Yo, played Hellbalde II and I'm obsessed lmaoView all Conversations
Story by [] 𝙰𝚛ð𝚒𝚗𝚗 °•○
