ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉 ㅤ

ᅠ ᅠ Her tone only caused subtle irritation to the husk before her. Unable to really feel anything. A soft blink as he was waiting for her first move. Her chuckle was rather irritating to him. A soft full quick exhale. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠNo killing, that is what irked the hunter. Gripping his fishing spear a bit tighter. Sparking up a deal ᅠ ❝ You win you have some blood. I win - I have some of your flesh. Deal? ❞ ᅠ ᅠHe stated as he hunched over with his weapon. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠThe husk's emotionless gaze remained locked on the other, a soft sigh. A soft shake of his head as the face remained neutral. Before the bleak voice spoke. ᅠ ❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞

ᅠ ❝ Neither am I. Kinda pitiful to claim others to be one. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Loser? Sure you're not talking about yourself? ❞ ᅠ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙐𝙕𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉/𝙋𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝘾𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

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@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social ᅠ ᅠA digit moved to poke her head. John is awakened once more in the realm of flesh. Curious with those emotionlessly cold hues.

ᅠ ❝ It is easy to smell your scent of cheap booze. Clearly, you have more problems than me. ❞ ᅠCold, brief, and quick. Those sheep eyes gazing at the wolf. A soft inhale and exhale. His version of a laugh. ᅠ

@hockeyhound.bsky.social ❝ You look pathetic. A drunken fool. ❞ ᅠThe sheep hues on the canine snout glared at the other. Merely doing detective work out in the city. A rarity. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ I ... ❞ ᅠ ᅠ Hesitantly choking up a bit and about to say the words before faltering. Looming over her typically and watching her. Curious as can be. Bleak eyes gazing down at her. ᅠ

Ancestor Kinda might flip. No one seems invested in here anyways.

ᅠ ᅠSoft blink and that emotionless face of his gazing at the woman. ❝ Your eyes are red and crimson like a blood moon. ❞ ᅠ Flirtatious? He's just hoping she didn't hear him. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠThe homeless man was honest to God trying to find a nice jacket to steal. ᅠ

@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social ᅠGlaring at her. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠThe husk's brown hues only glanced at the cigarette then to their own pair. A blink as his face remained static as ever. ❝ Nicotine, a crumpling addiction that kills. I do not have one, neither would I aid you. ❞ ᅠThe monotoned voice stated. A few more blinks before gazing back at the lake. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠTaking the money as he crumpled it up. Putting it in his fishing vest's pocket. A pair of yellow aviators and a bucket hat. ❝ Farewell, lady. ❞ ᅠWalking his way to leave back to his own world. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ My five dollars. ❞ ᅠQuick, blunt, cold. He had no care nor sympathy for the Vaewolf. Especially after not paying him before dying. ᅠA thin arm with long digits spread demanding his money. He wanted it now of all times and to leave. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ ... ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “You know…I missed that voice. Funny, huh.”

ᅠ ᅠMoving to walk over to the now older Zeppelin. ᅠBiting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A firm hand gripping the back of her collar. Lifting her up and spat right into her mouth. ᅠThe bitter blood. This John was searching countless times for her. Including how his owed him money. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ You think I care what I am? Aren't you a hypocrite? ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Ew, more vampires. Go suck on someone's else blood. Your meat just is foul and rotten like the walking corpses your are. ❞ ᅠ

@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed. ❝ Toothpicks. ❞ ᅠ

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 __________________ ׂׂ

@agentofarchives.bsky.social ᅠ ❝ By God if you do not tell me where she is I am going to mess up the multiverse. She owes me fucking money. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠJohn is very well emotionless, but observant. He remembers so many things word for word and heart to heart. Those cold brown eyes glared and brows furrowed. ❝ Tone changed. Clearly I am not the only source of your fit. Usually you take my insults. No lashing out. Subtle irritation. Silent +

ᅠ ᅠThose brown eyes of his moved up and down as he looked at the features of Alyster. His other arm raised. The fingers cleaned their tears as he held their head softly in those cold lifeless palms. Internally, John wanted to source whatever was happening and murder who made such a meat of venison +

ᅠ ᅠWill silent Sheepwolf cuddles make it better? ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠTaken aback as his dark brown cold gaze shifted to gaze at the ground. Reminiscing silently from the actions Alyster displayed. It was too similar to that of his ex-wife, but he couldn't really feel such remorse. Neither did he feel bad. Despite owing this druid his entire life for saving him +

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ 『 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝚈𝚁𝙴 』 — Queen Akasha — The Great Mother — Nihilistic Sadist writer is 21+ . mdni . #iwtvrp #mvrp #horrorrp ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

ᅠ ❝ Paranormal investigators irritate men. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠBrown eyes of the anorexic tall figure blinked as he heard the tone of Alyster. The face remained the same as he got even more reaction. Seeing the druid mad was different - more accustomed to irritation. Moving to get closer and attempt to hold their hand. His lifeless cold feeble grip. Unable+

ᅠ Definitely will get jealous, but can't even put a hint of the feeling. ᅠ

His way of saying he likes you

ᅠ ᅠThe unfortunate thing of being a husk was unable to care for others despite others caring for them. John's brown eyes remained locked at the druid so emotionlessly. Maybe. Maybe some compassion. ❝ Asshole? If anything, I rather not fuck you. ❞ ᅠL Rizz clearly. Stifled reaction. ᅠ

ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ , ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ , ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴏɴ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 #mvrp × #rpsky × #jojorp × #jjbarp × #jojobarp × #anirp × #animerp × #supernaturalrp × #horrorrp

ᅠ ᅠNote; do not let the husk eat your flesh if you are a god. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠHe did not feel any remorse one bit, but the only thing given was a simple blink. An inhale then exhale; his version of a laugh. Seeing how he displayed the dominance today was enough for him. ❝ I'm simply stating the truth. ❞ ᅠBlunt, quick, and very monotoned as ever. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ What's funny? Only thing that is funny is your fucking ears. ❞ ᅠThe dull voice of the man stated as it echoed amongst trees. Coat bristling in the wind and a soft blink. Unwavering emotionless face. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ You, venison. You're a talking tree. ❞ ᅠ ᅠHe's not happy today. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Wait, this talking tree is real? ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Everyone here is just meat. Filth. They deserve to lie six feet under. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ People are hell. When it does not fit to their criteria they become so hypocritical. Becoming consumed by what they follow and what they believe. Unable to just be themselves. It's pitifu. Unable to hold their own beliefs. Their own ideas. ❞ ᅠ

Ancestor. What lives rent free in my head in a crackhead strutting down the street with a boom box playing nothing and then started breaking it down in the corner of the street while saying yuh over n over. I was like young watching from my window.

ᅠ ❝ Conditioning humans, much like a dog, is easy as that. However, it involves the will to harm someone. A bag of broken glass, blindfold, and music to condition someone. Watch the blood run down their palms, that crimson liquid. Nectar. Trickling from an action the conditioner did not want +