Ravensblood Forest you be talkin hella tough on twitter, pull the fuck up
in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold, blood and flame
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He smelled his uncle before he saw him, sensing the foreboding presence creep forth before words were spoken. Vaati turns to meet desolate eyes, optics that expect him to grovel but are due to be sorely mistaken. “Damien.” The behemoth of a man returns the stale gaze, lacking many emotions behind the intensity of his glare. If the other wished to confront him, he may do so, and Vaati would welcome the challenge. Perhaps pushing along the cadence of the conversation, he follows up, “Where have you been?” At the back of his mind he wonders if his words will stir an anger within the other, based solely on the irony of his question. He then turns to Nyx, giving her a passing glance before returning to his uncle. He could not say he missed either of them, not like he could say the same about Cassiopeia or Maegi - for his fidelity had been brief and infrequent. Vaati’s loyalty is a difficult thing to acquire, and when one believes they have, they should question whether they truly have done so at all.
for the sins of the unworthy
must be baptized in blood & fear
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RE: you be talkin hella tough on twitter, pull the fuck up - by Vaati - February 27, 2019, 08:29 PM