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Anung Un Rama.

“ No offence, but it’s not my job to think about whatever vendetta your kind and the humans had however many centuries ago. I’m a here and now kinda guy, and all I saw was you and your pal siccing a bunch of tooth fairies on a group of people who did NOTHING to you. ” 

Great. This was exactly the kinda navel-gazing, thinking man type crap that Red did his best not to think about. He brings the half-spent cigar back to his lips —- drawing deeply and exhaling at a distinctly leisurely pace. STALLING. Not that he doubted himself, or his actions. Just trying to put off a conversation he REALLY did not want to have.

“ Believe it or not, I’m not entirely unsympathetic. I’m sure you had your reasons. But, pal, when even your own SISTER and FATHER are willing to fight to stop you, you gotta wonder if you’re really fighting the good fight. “

‘   they  have  become  weak.  mere  pets  to  their  kind,  like  you.  ’    hose  nose  was  offended  by  chemicals  and  smoke,  ochre  gaze  swinging  upward  from  its  place  along  black  tar.  whether  or  not  this  DEMON  would  wax  poetic  here  and  now,  the  truth  was  simple.  he,  raised  by  man,  would  continue  to  side  with  them.  one  of  them,  perhaps,  in  some  delude  way.  

 the  elven  prince  had  seen  many  a  war.  many  a  forest  cut  down  despite  their  treaty,  and  faerie  creatures  near  and  far  were  forced  to  flea  or  give  up  their  lives.  what  were  they  to  do ?  place  a  glamour  on  their  bodies  and  disappear  into  the  crowd ?  hide  for  the  sake  of  a  survival  that  was,  by  all  means,  their  RITE ?  he  would  not  stop  until  his  people  could  know  peace  between  the  boughs  of  light  and  dark.  until  the  golden  army  had  slaughtered  just  as  many  as  THEM  as  they  continued  to  mow  down  in  heinous  numbers.   ‘   when  they  come  for  you          and  they  will,  demon,  what  choice  will  you  act  upon ?  ’

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 water  on  stone;  sand  on  earth.  he  is  DISTURBED  by  one  who  should  be  beneath  it,  carrying  out  a  duty  that  few  still  alive  could  recall.  the  elven  prince’s  eyes  flickered  from  tome  to  entrance,  thunder  crackling  far  above  the  entrance  to  his  terrifying  and  uncleanly  abode.     ‘   restoring  to  subterfuge  may  be  a  necessity,  my  friend.  no  longer  can  we  afford  to  be  kind.   ’    

@adatrox    (  sc  )

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‘   The  oldest  and  strongest  emotion  of  mankind  is  fear.  ’   a  ghastly,  ochre  gaze  was  cast  on  her  disguise;  pallid  fleshy  prison  with  which  to  CONTAIN  her  malcontent.     ‘   do  you  know  the  human  who  spoke  those  words ?   ’    @dokkstjarna  (  sc  ) 

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Liz.

THERE WAS A TIME when the pyrokinetic’s only wish was the ability to ‘   blend in.   ‘ to be able to CONTROL the flames which coursed through her   &   live a life without fear of hurting those she loved   ——   what a bliss. but despite the DESIRE to accomplish this, liz knows better. many attempts had been made, all ending in FAILURE.  &   every time she did fail   …   HE was there. she had left him COUNTLESS times,   &   yet his LOYALTY never faltered. it was only until recently that she realized where she truly belonged. confidence surged within her, hands balled into fists as she spoke.

“   HE HAS BEEN THERE for me since i was a child. when i was cast aside by my remaining family for having this   ——   this CURSE. he’s more than my friend   …   he is my brother. my family. if the world won’t accept him   ——   won’t accept us, then so be it. NORMALCY is overrated anyway.   “

  the  elven  prince  paused  in  his  pacing,  staring  from  the  corners  of  his  eyes.  he  is  DARKNESS;  he  is  mystery  and  hatred  and  a  need  to  see  the  light  thrive.  

 an  emotional  attachment  for  the  DESTROYER,  it  seemed,  from  the  deepest  sentiment  of  the  human  heart.  the  prince  could  not  understand  her  desire  to  stay.  he,  the  monster  that  would  be  responsible  for  destroying  their  entire  WORLD;  stripping  it  of  life  and  RAZING  it  to  the  ground.     ‘   normalcy  is  what  your  kind  craves.  forcibly  attained  and  then  ruled  over  as  some  societal  necessity.  ’

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Anung Un Rama.

“I really hate to shatter your little MARTYR complex, but I got no idea what you’re talking about,” smoke trailed from the demon’s mouth, the tip of a half-finished cigar burning brightly between crimson fingers. His gun lay, dormant, in its holster, and Hellboy made no effort to retrieve it. Why would he? He was a terrible shot even with his left hand and besides, Nuada wasn’t exactly rushing into the fray.

“I’m not interested in hunting you —– or any of of your kind —- down, pal. If you hadn’t made the first move, attacking the humans for no reason, we wouldn’t have had a problem.”

 ‘  no  reason ?   to  you,  perhaps.  do  you  intend  to  say  you’re  ignorant  of  what  they’ve  done ?  ’     COUNTLESS  DEATHS.  thousands  of  fair-folk  mowed  down  and  for  what?  greed.  envy.  to  OWN  land  on  which  they  would  build  their  destructive  factory.  humans  who  had  forgotten  the  TREATIES  of  their  kind,  going  so   far  as  to  ravage  what  was  left  of  their  forested  homes  to  make  way  for  fast  food  and  venues  for  live  entertainment.  there  was  nary  a  place  that  HADN’T  been  destroyed.

‘   and  yet  you’ve  done  a  fine  job  of  it.  do  you  still  not  understand ?   ’   black  lips   part,  ochre  eyes  luminous  in  tender,  giving  light.     ‘   what  i’ve  done  for  my  people  is  seen  by  them  as  an  act  of  war.  but  for  mine ?  it  is  out  of  desperation  to  SAVE  them.  this  crusade  is  waged  so  that  our  young  can  live  FULL  lives,  as  was  intended  by  our  makers.  can  you  say  the  same ?  ’

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Nuala.

        ‘   have  you  not  treated  your  wounds  ?   ‘    though  MINOR,  slits  lay  on  pale  flesh,    CRIMSON  seeping  out  slowly.     she  examined  the  cuts  for  a  moment,     knowing  that  they  were  insignificant  to  him.     a  warrior  to  his  people,    TRAINING  when  he  was  not  in  battle.      he’d  find  no  rest,    it  would  seem.     /     @silverarmed​

   ‘   and  does  it  so  displease  you ?   ’    they  will  heal  in  no  time  at  all;  such  is  the  way  of  the  GODLY  ICHOR  that  flowed  within  their  veins.  there  were  many  a  way  their  faerie  kind  could  become  healed  in  the  world  of  humans.  though  the  simplified  MAGICKS  they  were  used  to  would  certainly  speed  up  the  process,  yes.     ‘   forgive  me,  sister.  such  things  rarely  bother  stir  my  intolerance.  i  will  do  as  you  command.   ’

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 ‘   do  you  realize  what  will  happen  once  you’ve  eradicated  us?  HUNTED  us  down  to  the  brink  of  extinction ?   ’    the  faerie  prince  did  not  break  in  his  stance,  though  silverlance  was  left  without  its  usual  ELONGATION.      ‘   when  you  and  your  kindred  are  the  only  ones  left,  who  will  stop  them  from  HUNTING  YOU ?   ’

@devilborn

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 ‘   why  do  you  stay  with  the  monster ?   ’       a  QUESTION  poised  with  venomous  intent,  yet  spoken  calmly  in  the  tone  of  an  arrogant  and  pious  prince.       ‘   you  can  blend  in,  pretend  to  be  one  of  them.  the  humans.  why  not ?   ’  

@cursedspark

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INTRUDER.

❛ you have no respect for the runaways, do you ? ❜ he turns off the music, nonetheless, if only to spare the irreparable damage he may suffer as a consequence. ❛ no cherry bomb for you, then. don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who finds silence relaxing or whatever. ❜

        ‘     and  you,  fool,  enjoy  the  sound  of  your  own  voice.  be  silent.     ’       his  eyes  are  reflective  pools  of  gold,  otherworldly  and  filled  with  CONTEMPT  for  the  man  that  stands  before  him.        ‘     now,  where  is  the  crown  piece  ?    ’

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tag drop.

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎; 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜:: ┊ ooc. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗:: ┊ verse ii. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 ┊ ic. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 ┊ replies. ┊ }

┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍? ┊ music. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎:: ┊ verse i. ┊}

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎; 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛. ┊ paintings. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. ┊ nuala. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. ┊ mythos. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝. ┊ musings. ┊ }

#┊♛ ↪┊{ 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎; 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗. ┊ self. ┊ }