@crvsnik
i’m thinking.. a feast. and since i’m feeling nice, bring a vampire of your own choice to eat.
«i’ll eat on my own time, thank you. the sight of helpless people makes me sick, as you may know» @fatalefang
i do not want to get involved in whatever t͟h͟i͟s͟ is.
you should leave.
* ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ cb / spec
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ᴵ AM GOING TO FIND, AND I AM GOING TO KILL, EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM .
⠀ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳ [THE VENGEFUL WIDOW] ¹ Grieved and full of rage, Martha had made the decision to seek out Father Agapetus, an old friend of her late husband. “I WILL NOT OUT YOU, FATHER” she said to him, once “BUT I CANNOT LIVE WITH THIS HOLE IN MY HEART, NO MORE THAN I CAN DIE KNOWING THAT THOSE WHO HAD SLAUGHTERED HIM STILL LIVE—FREELY.”
⠀ ⠀ Father Agapetus, who had loved her husband like a father loved his son, could do nothing but grant Martha her wish. She will live as he did—eternal in the flesh, bound to a sinful world forever. “FROM THIS DAY, AND FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS, YOU WILL DRINK THE BLOOD OF THE DAMNED. YOU WILL DEVOUR THE DARK SOULS WHO WALK IN THE NIGHT.” And her hair turned from dark to red, her eyes brown to yellow. Martha had transformed into something cruel, something full of wrath and loneliness. A monster.. who hated monsters. / τρώγων βρικολάκων ☾ THIS IS THE WAY WHICH A GIRL BECOMES A WOMAN. THIS IS THE WAY WHICH A WOMAN BECOMES A WOLF.
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“ you are a strange woman . ” the young king mused , blue eyes assessing the stranger in front of him – a lannister spy , or something entirely different ?
@dunami the young wolf narrowed his eyes , “ and what does / her grace / ask in return ? ”
@THEEYOUNGWOLF on behalf of queen leanna, an ally. she believes it was her father’s mistake for having faith in only the houses of his kingdom——house that betrayed him for an angry man. with foreign support, she believes in the benefit of one another.
@dunami “ /was/ . ” he repeated , her words familiar and foreign still . “ and you say you are not my enemy – what do you seek here , then ? ”
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ CORRUPT, SULLIED, TAINTED YOU ARE. MADONNA NO MORE, WHORE FOREVER. YOU MAY NEVER WALK THESE GOLDEN HALLS AGAIN—LESS IT IS YOUR HEAD WHO WILL MEET THE GLISTENING FLOORS NEXT / malren d̶u̶n̶a̶m̶i̶s̶ ✶ WHO’S A HERETIC NOW? [the defiled] daughter of the holy flame —— whose name is cursed by her great mother. whose face is slandered by her dear sisters. who is forgotten by her dead lover. AND, WHO WILL WATCH THE BLOOD OF HOUSE BEOWULF RISE.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ © DRAGONEIRS. written by bree est 2O19.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ᵈ⃨ᵉ⃨ᵛ⃨ⁱ⃨ˡ⃨ ʸ⃨ᵒ⃨ᵘ⃨ ᶜ⃨ᵃ⃨ˡ⃨ˡ⃨ ᵐ⃨ᵉ⃨ ⃨ / “you spit on the face of your mother, you disrespect the name you share with your sisters.” how did it ever come to this?
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ The cruelty of her mother was never known until this moment. for six years, since the day she came here—only four and ten years alive, then. THE GREAT MOTHER was an anchor. the golden tower, your home. now, the veiled faces turn against you, and a figure dressed in white from head to toe loomed over her and her guilt.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀What could she do, but press her face to the polished floors and beg for her mother’s forgiveness? IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT THAT SHE CARES LITTLE OF HER VOWS. nor was it his fault that she fell into the temptation of lust. he was a man, vile and whorish and slick of the tongue. a magician as he was a thief. and she, was twenty——wishing to see what the world looks like outside the confined chamber of the virgin guardians of the realm—now faced the threat of death for breaking her vow to the dunami.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ YET, THE GREAT MOTHER is merciful—as merciful as she could be. she saw herself in this girl, her daughter born not from blood. a child from words away… AN OATH BREAKER. all because she fell in love with the world she was shielded too much from. but an oath was an oath, AND MALREN BROKE IT. the great mother would not condemn her to death, not fully. instead, she’d be stripped of her status as a dunami. the colors of white and gold will never known her skin, reverence for her virginity and the mystic allure once shared with her sisters . . . would be shattered.
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ She may travel the world as a beggar, never to set foot in the golden home again. a bird without its flock, is as good as dead.
/ OUGH . eats this up
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