It doesn't react to the change in motion, the sword it holds in it's hand glows as it moves into the direction it wants to go. He stays silent, slowly moving with the nothing of the sword and crown. His steps slow, the wind follows. His sheep also follow, their cries making their presence known.

// Uh huh

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮.

. . What was this feeling? Tragedy isn't supposed to 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭.

It seems to be spreading faster.

Unjust anger.

( it seems more aggressive today. )

// Hey chat in SO EXCITED I GOT ONTO A INDEPENDENT COMPETITION COLOR GUARD TEAM YAYYYY

‍ ‍ I LOVED YOU LIKE THE SUN .ᐟ ‍ ‍

The sheep crowd him. They cry in dread.

Plant by plant. Person by person. It's all melting away.

ᵢ 𝒹ₒₙ'ₜ 𝓌ₐₙₜ ₜₕᵢₛ.

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He now stands at a cliff, the view ruined by the plauged sky and the tragedy that follows him. He stares down, out at what was a beautiful land. It feels nothing for it now. Just stares, and stares. . Maybe something will come back to him.

. . It cannot wonder why she is there. It only tilts it's head. .

There's another here. . it feels them lingering near. . Perhaps that why it has paused in it's endless walk.

He looks up to the other, he can. . acknowledge the presence. . But not much more then that. It doesn't feel, it doesn't have to- Whats the point anyway?

// Blinks slow

Hes stopped, just for a moment. Just. . . Standing.

// Oh hi

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// technically The pestilence would still spread, just because it's actually coming from the fountain of youth. . . the most kidnapping him would do is contain his body . . . and cause Cirrus to go ham-

Complaints fall upon deaf ears.

// LMAOWHEHDJS

// Thats an interesting thing to say Cirrus HABWHDNZ

,,, He tilts his head-

// LMAO

oh she’ll cause chaos !! just nothing destructive ! like these human sized dancing shrimp that suddenly appeared —

. . . how futile.

Unaware.

It looks up towards the sky, the endless black rain drops onto its face. It doesn't react.

,, 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄. ,,

It would wonder how the being of the world coped. If he could.

( It stares at @nefelibaka.bsky.social , although- there was no face to stare back at. )

the more you carefully examine the child‘s smiling face the more you feel an indescribable, unspeakable horror creeping over you.

It only tilts it's head, the words not processing.

// Hey hey chat!! If you wanna tag me in things regarding tragedy don't be afraid to!! I would love to see your ideas :D

It stands. . and stands. Nothing, or no one motivates it- as it can not hear you. It moves nonetheless. Towards nothing in particular.

EVENT : ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST — a solo thread tied to @wartornpaths.bsky.social and @y0uthful.bsky.social

// LETS NOT TALK ABOUT MY MISSPELLING IF YOU DO YOU WHEN ME AND WANT ME TO DIE

EVENT. :: TRAGEDY PURSUES 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙀𝘿𝙔. > solo by @y0thful.bsky.social

“𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.”

“𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙.”

[ 𝘿𝘼𝙃𝙇𝙄𝘼, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙏. ] ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ. - NO LEWD! - 18+ writer - Crack / Banter / Serious ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ?

Theres a heavy feeling in the air.

Storm clouds, it looks like rain is coming.

ACC EVENT :: AND THE BELL TOLLS > a solo starter by @wartornpaths.bsky.social CW: - war mentioned