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             instead , it smelled of menthol and vermouth . a passable concoction until he got back to his pipe back home . 
            ⠀⠀ nonetheless , he’d have to wait until the rain died down . and considering the sudden roar of the skies opening up and pouring — he’d be here for a while . guarding whatever mangled thing The Order had asked him to kíll . 
            
            
            ¹ ⠀⠀ @GODLYSHAME

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            ⠀⠀ giang stood over the mangled pile that was once some beast . he doesn’t care for what it used to be — it could’ve been a human or a creature that called the underbelly of hell its home . all that mattered was that he’d been told to take its life and wait till the ashes dissapated . the unfortunate part of all of this was right as giang had carved the creature’s throat to spill blood and deliver its final rites , it had begun to rain . this wouldn’t do . he’d have to wait for the rain to settle before he could even think of burning the body . and he couldn’t leave , lest someone pass by and make up their own story of the horrible sight in front of him . so giang decides to stay beside the beast until the downpour settles . 
            ⠀⠀ he squatted beside the body , using his blade to check the incision on the neck again , makes sure it was clean . it was , of course — but it bled freely with the rain , and pooled around the body and swirled into the nooks and crannies of the asphalt . turning the beige of the ground a dark black . giang would have to burn the blood off the ground as well , later . 
            ⠀⠀ the rain didn’t seem to let up, and his uniform’s white went grey with rainwater , his hair going lank and heavy with the water weight. part of him worried about the ill effects of staying out with his human body . fickle thing , easy to fall sick , easy to get cold with the rain . just at the thought , his treacherous mind allowed his shoulders to shudder with the breeze that swiftly passed through the street .  he reached into his shoes for a cigarette before it got too soaked to use , and flipped open his lighter . the flame an uncanny blue as it burnt the tip of his cig . it took a little longer for it to light because of the rain , but it finally caught light . it wasn’t what he usually smoked , and didn’t have the bitter smell of ammonia and whatever else he managed to put in his pipe when he smoked at home .

for eons, life continued to prosper. they never believed it would falter.
            
            this was mother earth, the home to the first kingdom, where colours were worn by creatures, where music was sung by of birds, and where rhythm was granted to the creatures with two or more legs — their hops, prancing & racing.
            
            this was Mother Earth.
            the home to the first kingdom.
            
            the second kingdom was the human nation, a ghastly kingdom it was. an empire that has cursed this kingdom to rot.
            
                     A͟C͟T͟ I͟
            
            
            the presence of a being suffocated the area where their nostrils would have been. though the woods were not all that silent, with the critters scurrying through the dirt, rustling of leaves as some journey to their resting place, marsupials seeking prey, there was a cry that called for help, faint & yet so vocal. there was also something else, the scent that was mentioned before. this would not do.
            the earth would rumble as they rushed to the scene. the trees seemed to bent with the gust of sudden wind, and  as they neared the two, it only became more violent & apparent — AND THEN  ...    it stopped.
            
            the woods were silent. completely silent.
            & there it cried once more. enough to set them off, vines lashed out to wrap around the limbs of the human. nearing birds rushed away, their many wings alerting the other animals that all ran from the scene. 
            
                 ❛  DEATH BE TO YOU. ❜
            
            ...      ˚⸙͎۪۫⋆  @musicphiles 

           .    ⸙͎۪۫⋆   @herospider  ;;     all yours.   <3

I'll obviously do a far better description later, this is temporary for those who wish to find some sort of beginning to our interaction.

       basics  !!
            
            this is a rough draft.
            
            it stands at 10 ft .
            Many years old, perhaps as old as the earth.
            XIO .
            Heavily based on environmental issues. 
            Fandomless.
            

       FOREST SPIRIT.