you may advance. heed the warning that my greatness is weak with physical defense, hence we shall play as fools.

point. 🫵.

my greatness desires play.

“ a bow pleases, proceed, ” despite themselves they lower expectations and desires, moving a hand to gesture in a way of acceptance. the divine watches from the shielding of their crown— eyes beaded with the anticipation of a follow-through. and once a bow is given there is a moment of graceful

we proceed to play fight like the swine we pretendeth to be, til my teeth sinketh too deep into thee. thyself then proclaims i have ruined the fun. 💔

silent, debating- letting words sink in and assumptions lay. a scrunch of nose and furrowing of brows beneath crown; chest tightening with ache. distraction to identity pain being the examination of wings settled on opposing frame, giving forth a singular nod of acknowledgement. this one was

[ a silence, one that signifies a baited trap has been triggered. ] to speak with confidence once must haveth the ability to back it up. before thyself a standing divine whom no hesitation in matter of slay, a fool is thee; peasant magic user with instinct to proclaim in hubristic way.

addressed has been thee, giveth thine name with haste steady behind.

a humble assortment of body litter the area before i, and thee have no sheltered wall to cower behind. announce thyself.

< — heard there was near-death experiences happening in the area, and morbidly curious.

⠀ ⠀ 𝑓𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝕾𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝕺𝐅 𝕾𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒… ⠀ ⠀

Introducing "Oh uh... howdy there, names Midas, welcome to Golden-Hand Ranch!" Midas Sol Kane "Gosh, that view sure is pretty ain't it??" The Rancher. "Here lemme get that for ya!"

𝐈 use to 𝙲𝚁𝚈, but now I , 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 up high , … … , Not go unpunished

… , 𝙏hough it’s hurting me, Now it’s 𝙷 𝙸 𝚂 𝚃 𝙾 𝚁 𝚈—