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Sorry for the lack of activity, in the process of condensing blogs. Ana is going to be moved to @collectionofethics and this blog will be archived. Please link any threads I have over there so I can put them on the thread tracker.
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Sorry for the lack of activity, in the process of condensing blogs. Ana is going to be moved to @collectionofethics and this blog will be archived. Please link any threads I have over there so I can put them on the thread tracker.
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Well, everyone lies. The difference between a hero and a villain is whether anyone believes him. -Joe Abercrombie
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Sorry for the lack of activity, in the process of condensing blogs. Ana is going to be moved to @collectionofethics and this blog will be archived. Please link any threads I have over there so I can put them on the thread tracker.
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You Either Die A HERO
Or You Live Long Enough
To See Yourself Become The VILLAIN
|| Multiverse || Multiship || Multimuse Blog penned by Purple (x) ||
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The old Hunter had heard rumors of a dragon jn the area, one of her jobs besides dealing with the violent supernaturals was to help those who wanted peace. Certainly a wonderful creature as a dragon would want to be left alone. The voices and the growl she could hear led her right to the commotion. "Hey! Leave him alone, he's under my protection!" Ana yelled, pushing her way through the poachers.
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➶ The dragon was displeased by the commotion – finding itself cornered by a group of men about five or six. They had been after the poor creature for a while now, being the cause of the discoloring in its scales to the unkept main and the wild, fearful look in its radiant eyes. Naturally, the men wanted to capture the dragon, not only for its rarity but because of its beauty as a strong, young, purebred male. It crouched down defensively, arching its spine and releasing a warning growl in an attempt to scare the poaching humans away.
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There's a spiteful feeling curling in the Ghoul's stomach as she stared at the Gunslinger. She may dislike the Witch herself, but he was wandering too close to Junkenstein. "Go away." She muttered, sounding very much like the missing Alchemist. The old Wanderer had disappeared after they dealt with the mad Doctor the last time he got rambunctious.
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“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My apologies for scarin’ you, I’m just lookin’ for … the witch herself. I gotta stay on my toes.” And with that, he hung his crossbow back on his shoulder.
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The knife pressing against the base of her helmet only brought a tilt to her head. She had no reason to be afraid of the hulking brute in front of her, she had just been passing through on her way back to the portal she came through.
"Can I help you with something?"
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To the anon in my inbox. No, I’m not shipping anyone with Ghoul romantically or sexually. You wanna know why?
She’s a reanimated corpse. No thank you.
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show me how you JUSTIFY
telling all your lies like second nature.
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Jesse had heard the rumors that odd things went bump in the night around here but unfortunately, there had been very few details about just what was going on in the woods around here. All he knew was that something had killed one of the townspeople and they had turned to him for help when he’d made it known that he was a Hunter, and he was currently trying to find any sort of signs that would lead him to whatever had killed the civilian. He hadn’t found anything quite yet but he was preoccupied by his ‘friend’ at the moment.
He flicked some ash off the end of his cigar before turning to face the individual head-on, making it quite clearly known that he was aware of their presence and that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. If they wanted to take a shot at him, then so be it. Although, he wouldn’t attack first if they didn’t, evident in his non-aggressive stance. No, he was more curious than anything else, now that his confusion was starting to go away a little.
She hadn’t meant to kill that citizen, just scare them off. But she had swung too hard and aimed too high, her claws tearing through the soft flesh of their throat and down they went. The blood had taken awhile to clean off before she brought the body back, making sure she wasn’t seen. But now, it was too late. It looked like an animal had torn the throat out instead of another person, but there wasn’t many animals out as of late, most having moved farther away when she found her hollow.
One hand pulled off the tree trunk she was on, leaving marks on the trunk, and she moved around the cluster of trees. The glow of her armor and mask disappeared as she moved, aiming to get closer without him seeing. She wanted to know why he was here, though she had a feeling he was going after her.
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Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.
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The stranger so close to her home had caught her attention. With the Witch of the Wilds using magic to hide the rebelling undead from Aldersbrunn, it only did so much when someone accidentally stumbled across it. A poor townsfolk had found the Ghoul there and she had no choice but to kill them, leaving the body near the town so they could mourn the dead. She hadn't meant to start a hunt for her, she just didn't want ti be found by the Wanderers.
The woods were her own, self proclaimed territory. Her safe haven to hide her small hollow, but even now it wasn't wise to hide when there were others searching. He was one of the last she had to scare off, the others having already been turned back by one long look at that always-grinning face. With the moon shimmering through the trees, it lit up the glow of her mask and armor. The Alchemist had never returned from the last attack against Junkenstein, only those inside his domain knew of her fate.
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It wasn’t often that Jesse was left at a total loss but damn, was he thrown for a loop. Who was this person? And why did they seem hauntingly… familiar? He couldn’t see their face–or really even a whole lot about their figure–but their garb was sparking some sort of recognition, from the flashes he’d seen of them flitting about.. It was only confusing him more that they appeared to be stalking him through the woods, which left him feeling rather guarded as well. He was on the hunt for a beast that was terrorizing the nearby town that resided in these woods and he wouldn’t take too kindly to something else picking a fight with him.
He took a cigar from one of the small bags hanging off of his belt and lit it, taking a drag before he looked up at the faint orange glow that he could see peeking down at him from a distance away. He had his other hand resting on Peacekeeper just in case they came down. But, for now, he was content to watch and wait, to see what they would do.
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🎭 For Junkenstein and Reaper c:
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