#kolo draws

[outragedslime]

two factor authentication

#ocs #silevan #naoha #kolo draws #my ocs #other peoples ocs #oc #silevans mine naoha belongs to my mate #blorbos #silevans chest looks like that because he has pectus excavatum #like meee #blood

[artisticzaati]

The King and Queen of Harkos.

#zaati draws #zyrus oc #adam kolos #iris kolos #king adam kolos #queen iris kolos #NEW OC DROPS? YEAH.

[freckleocalypse]

Another commission for @iron-kolo featuring his girl, Kila

Thanks a bunch, dude. This was a fun one

#freckle draws #commission #iron kolo #kila the snake #meme #asserting dominance

[tagedeszorns]

Sorry you feel that way towards the fandom! I just got here so I have no previous times to compare it to, but there is something to what you are saying considering I check your blog daily considering you have such a delightful stream of art and texts posts about the 40k boys. And you are one of the few giving the normal astartes members some love too. Care to share some more secondary characters you think are deserving of reading about?

There are a lot of Legions with remarkable Captains and Sergeants who rarely get the spotlight, that's true!

I have to admit I am very biased, so if they are wearing purple, grey-later-red or green I am easy to impress and quick in loving all of them. I have written a lot about my favourite Emperor's Children (In my opinion Vairosean, Kaesoron or Demeter are very overlooked! And of course my favourites - Lucius, Fabius, Saul, Eidolon, Vispyrtilo, Krysithius, Ramos, Narvo, Bellephus, Alkenex ... the newcomers Xantine and Vavisk - so many!), my favourite Word Bearers (well, the usual - Erebus, Saqqara, Kol Badar, Kolos Undil, the Warmonger, Burias, Marduk, Narek the Traitor and brand new - Qaran Tun) and the Salamanders (more 40k, though. But who couldn't love Numeon? The 40k guys are better fleshed out, at least in my opinion. As much as I like Vulkan's Primarch novel, I think the Salamanders don't get much spotlight during the Heresy - their Primarch's spectacular stunts aside, of course!)

But some Legions really get the short end of the stick during the Heresy when it comes to prominent Captains/rank and file. I mean, who do we really get to know from Russ's lot besides Bjorn and Grimnir? Maybe Wyrdmake. But else? Slim pickings!

I would love to see someone get passionate about 30k Raven Guard or 30k Dark Angels! Or 30k White Scars (or 40k WS, by the way. I don't know shit about 40k WS!) Not the Primarchs, mind you! I am NOT interested in people gushing over Primarchs! The little guys! Do it! Go for them! It's free real estate! And so much room for activities!

I know people going feral about 30k Imperial Fists and (a bit at least) 30k Ultramarines. And 30/40k Death Guard. And one Salamanders-connoisseur. Okay, it's always just one person. But it's something!

For some reason, a lot of people go apeshit about anything Thousand Sons. Even if most of them can't name any of them except Magnus, Ahriman and Khayon. But I shouldn't be a snob.

Okay, that was not a very structured essay. But my point is: I would love following blogs about the overlooked Legions! Not Primarchs! Primarchs can appear, I mean, I draw Fulgrim a lot. And Lorgar. And Vulkan. But mostly the second row, please. Focussing on the Captains. And the Sergeants. The specialists. The serfs!

#warhammer #fandom #meta

[keyblack]

Big tiddy snake lady commission for @iron-kolo.

Kila was fun to draw, thanks for the commission dude!

#kila #kind of a scalie fujiko type of character #i can appreciate that #iron kolo #commission #myart

[ms-revived-frogs]

Can you elaborate on your personal faith and relationship to religion and feminism , I've noticed that you recently wrote on your pinned post that you are a catholic although your previous bio you self-identified as an ex-muslim. Genuinely curious!

PS. love ur blog

Ah of course! For me, religion is more of a personal thing and I make a point to separate religious views from any sort of political ones.

The issue of my faith is really complicated because my father's side are Ismaili Muslims and my mother's side are Catholics, so I've always bounced between the two. When I lived with my parents, I went by my father's religion and followed (most) Islamic traditions, except for veiling because Ismaili women do not wear the hijab. Due to personal matters, I started living with my maternal grandparents when I was 12, and converted to their Catholic faith. Since then, I have participated often in religious activities and community. The local Croatian community where I live is revolved around our Croatian parish hall, hence religion is a part of my daily life. My first job was at Church, I do traditional Croatian Kolo dancing at our Church, I have friends I specifically made at Church, I go to a Catholic school. Thus in my personal life, I would consider myself to be culturally Catholic.

However, I also consider myself to be against most organized religion! This is because, while I understand the personal and communal comfort that religion offers, religion as an institution has been very harmful throughout human history. I am critical of religion being an institution with tangible power. For example, I live in Canada and have been aware of what the Catholic Church here did to the Indigenous population. I am also aware of what Islam is doing to women in Iran and other Middle Eastern countries. In my opinion, religion should only exist as a personal and local comfort, an opportunity for local community but not an institution with the power to enact the sort of harm that it does so often.

Like this, I consider myself to be Catholic personally, but critical of major organised religion! Though for the relationship between religion and feminism, of course I believe a woman can be a feminist and religious at the same time, but only so long as she can separate these beliefs. It's important as feminists to understand that organised religions - or at least Abrahamic religions - are in no way feminist. There can be no arguing, debating, or twisting religious language to make them out to seem feminist. The line to draw is that religious women can be, and often are, feminists, but by virtue of not mixing the two.

Hope this helps, and thank you! ❤️

#asks #long post #religion

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Tsuranga Conundrum

Synopsis

As the Thirteenth Doctor and her friends end up stranded without the TARDIS on a hospital ship in space, with a strange and potentially deadly intruder on board, it is up to them, the crew, and the patients to figure out what it is, what it wants, and how to stop it before the creature tears the ship apart.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Battle Ranskoor Av Kolos

Synopsis

Team TARDIS discovers nine different distress calls, all coming from the same location on an unknown planet in the far future. Little does the Thirteenth Doctor know that her very first enemy has survived throughout the centuries, and is looking to get revenge upon her in a crueller way than is even imaginable.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Praxeus

Synopsis

What connects strange bird behaviour in the skies above a Madagascan beach to mysterious deaths by a deadly virus that seems to be spreading? And what does a famous British astronaut have to do with all of this? Can the Doctor, Ryan, Graham and Yaz solve this puzzle before it's too late?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Can You Hear Me?

Synopsis

What connects the nightmares of a young girl from 1380 Aleppo to strange happenings in the present day? Who is the shadowy figure who appears in the night? And what have they got to do with a young woman in the far future, trapped in an impossible prison? Time catches up with the Doctor's friends, whose wants and dreams are set on colliding. They must now embark on a mission that will draw out their innermost fears, to be confronted.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Flux

Synopsis

The Doctor must stop a deadly force slowly destroying the universe, but the trouble doesn't end there as old enemies and new seek to take advantage

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Legend of the Sea Devils

Synopsis

When the legendary pirate queen Zheng Yi Sao, alias "Madam Ching", awakens an antediluvian Sea Devil extremist, the Doctor's TARDIS is pulled off-course and Team TARDIS must try to work together with the historical rogue to save the entire Earth from global flood. But amidst the high-stakes, high-sea adventure, it soon becomes clear the stakes for everyone involved — even the Thirteenth Doctor and Yaz — are much more personal than a legendary sunken treasure, or even the all-important Keystone...

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

#round 1

[haydecay]

…Dude.

I don't know what you could have done to get this reaction from Kolo but it is funny.

This is another drawing I forgot about. This is now around the 472nd time.

#flipnote studio #cartoon lizard #scalie

[outragedslime]

full version of them... dance

#fear and hunger termina #funger #samarie #marina #dysmorphia #termina #fear and hunger #kolo draws

[stateofsport211]

France Stunned Morocco to Set A Classic Final v. Argentina

Tonight's two key players, Achraf Hakimi (left, for Morocco) and Kylian Mbappe (right, for France), who happened to be best friends (📸 Getty Images via Football London)

The other semifinal has France, the defending FIFA World Cup champion, facing a dark horse in Morocco. Since the start of the World Cup, Morocco kept defying the odds since being dominant in the qualifying: drawing Croatia, winning against Belgium and Canada, defeating Spain (in a penalty shoot-out), and Portugal (in regular time) to face the French test. With more intuitive counter-attacking approaches, there is a likelihood that Morocco will advance to the finals.

However, this match was not merely a big match in itself. Apparently, apart from the historical and cultural background of this clash, both key players, Kylian Mbappe (for France) and Achraf Hakimi (for Morocco) are good friends, as they also play together in Paris Saint-Germain. Mbappe visited Hakimi after the Moroccan victory, and even before the game, wished Hakimi good luck in the alley right before the match.

Theo Hernandez's goal right in 5' secured the French's first goal against Morocco (📸 New Zealand Herald)

After all, football is football. France started rapidly by controlling the rhythm, and just like that, they scored a quick goal right when the match got into 5 minutes. Theo Hernandez scored right after Kylian Mbappe missed his first strike, which Antoine Griezmann tried to pick up; a possible domino effect in the penalty box. The fiery French start continued when Olivier Giroud had an on-target chance right after receiving a mis-pass from Romain Saiss.

Toward the end of the first half, Morocco tried to counter-attack more harmoniously, and although it was offside somewhere, it could have been a golden chance. On the other hand, it could also have been a 2-0 lead for France, where Aurelien Tchouameni tried to track Mbappe and Giroud in their positions, only for Hakimi to find the ball and made Mbappe off-balance, and France to regain possession with Giroud firing the ball from 12 yards distance, but went too far. Morocco had a closer chance when Jawad El Yamiq attempted an overhead kick right after receiving the corner, but Hugo Lloris saved it. Ibrahima Konte also defended the ball from Hakimi right after the corner, saving Morocco another chance. The first half ended with a French lead at 1-0.

However, while Morocco attempted to organize their counter-attack in the second half, it did not turn out well while France maintained their first-half level. At the start of the second half, there was a concern when Mbappe was vigorously tackled by Sofyan Amrabat, but he, fortunately, could carry through. Somehow, Morocco had another chance when Yahia Attiat-Allah tried to strike the ball that Konate defended after receiving it from Youssef En-Nesyri. By dominating the ball possession by then (49% compared to France's 37% and the contested 14%), Morocco needed to stay more aggressive at that moment apart from the organization.

Left: Randal Kolo Muani's goal secured the French side a lead and a victory (📸 Getty Images via BBC News Pidgin); right: Antoine Griezmann's heat map (📸 Squawka)

Besides, after the entry of Zakaria Aboukhlal and Abderrazak Hamdallah, Morocco was a little bit more organized with a chance from the latter, but still to no avail. Several minutes after, Randal Kolo Muani scored the goal on his first touch, where he tapped in right after he saw the ball coming from Mbappe. They did not look back ever since: partly, thanks to Antoine Griezmann, who drove the match from the middle, fulfilling his role. Right before the final whistle blew, Aboukhlal made another chance, but it was saved by Lloris and somehow went offside in construction. The other chance in the injury time also flew by, especially after Jules Kounde kept it in his line.

The final whistle kept the score in French favor at 2-0, enabling them to advance to back-to-back World Cup finals (as a defending champion), while they qualified for the Finals 4 times in the last 7 editions. A milestone to remember, and in the case of this match, as a result of their tactical mastering and ability to adapt to different circumstances of the match, keeping the moment and having their experiences.

The Moroccan team prostrated in thankfulness, even after being defeated by France (📸 433)

When the final whistle blew, contrasting scenes were ubiquitous, in and out of the pitch, whether in Qatar or elsewhere. In Losail Iconic Stadium, Hakimi and Mbappe congratulated each other and even swapped their shirt after celebrating with their respective teams. The Moroccan team prostrated in thankfulness (to the fans who came all the way to see them compete), still gracious in defeat. Mbappe, Hakimi, and Boufal were even found chilling in the tunnel after the match. Furthermore, in a post-match statement, the Moroccan coach Walid Regragui said that Morocco gave their best, but they did not start well (added by some injuries), but the outcome of this match did not take away what happened in the previous rounds.

Two contrasting scenes happened outside the pitch. In Qatar, outside Al Bayt Stadium, the fans of both Morocco and France were found vibing together even with the outcome of the match. On the other hand, there were tensions in Montpellier moments after the final whistle. Still, it was brief until it de-escalated, enabling the fans to celebrate the French victory.

The finals teaser between France v. Argentina for this Sunday (🎥 Kan 11 IL; 🎶 Sorge Janchez - The Head)

Two different outcomes resulted in two different matches for the weekend to mark the end of this year's World Cup. Croatia and Morocco once again will meet (after the 0-0 outcome in the first match of Group F) to determine the third place in the competition. From here, memes circulated that "should they advance to the final, they just sit until the penalty shootout," which becomes the third place play-offs instead this Saturday. On the contrary, this Sunday will have a big final between France v. Argentina, where both key players (Kylian Mbappe-Antoine Griezmann & Lionel Messi-Julian Alvarez, for example, respectively) have their eyes on the prize: for the second consecutive title (France) or for their first title after ages, third title overall (Argentina).

Those two matches will be equally intriguing to follow. Besides, regardless of the outcome, this year's World Cup will definitely end with a bang. Buckle up, a rollercoaster weekend awaits.

#fifa world cup 2022 #fifa world cup #world cup qatar 2022 #football news #football updates #semifinals #knock out stage #qatar 2022 #world cup #qatar world cup #france national team #france #morocco

[ancestorsalive]

Polish tradition of drawing protective symbols.

"Kolos draw protective circle with their hands, feet and dancing shoulder to shoulder. The social collective protects and heals.

I call the drawing of symbols, a mother tongue - the letters of the trees. The letters of the trees, tree rings, South Slavic lore, and kolo dances are the South Slavic mother tongue recording all the interactions within the surrounding Moist Mother Earth landscapes. There is no difference between the tree rings or the kolo rings of dance.

Archeologist Marija Gimbutas stated, “Oder river of Central Europe in the west, to the Urals, or even Central Asia as the cradle of the Slavs. The first movement from south Russia to the Ukraine, the Lower Danube basin occurred before some 4000 BCE and the repeated migrations and devastation of the Aegean, Mediterranean and Anatolian lands took place in the period around 2300 BCE.” Gimbutas uncovered the Slavic mother tongue found in vast amount archeological artifacts,”

- Dr. Danica Anderson

Blood & Honey: : The Secret Herstory- Balkan Women War Crimes and War Survivors

https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Honey-Secret-Herstory-Survivors/dp/0988689146/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

#Polish Traditions #Poland #Symbol Speak #Protective Symbols #Kolos #South Slavic Lore #Kolo Rings #Protection #Healing #Marija Gimbutas #Dr. Danica Anderson #Blood & Honey The Secret Herstory- Balkan Women War Crimes and War Survivors

[toninhoeuzebio]

Kolo é uma dança circular do sul eslavo, encontrada sob este nome em alguns países da região e na Sérvia, adversária do Brasil hoje na Copa. Sei que farplay é importante mas hoje estou torcendo pra eles dançarem e a vitória cair no nosso colo. ⚽️!!! #brazil #brasil #brasilia #servia #futebol #soccer #copadomundo #desenho #drawing #dibujo #dessin @moleskine @moleskine_world @moleskinebrasil #moleskine_world #moleskine #moleskinebrasil #catar #catar2022 #qatar2022 #qatar #qatar🇶🇦 https://www.instagram.com/p/ClWnIsJvGQm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#brazil #brasil #brasilia #servia #futebol #soccer #copadomundo #desenho #drawing #dibujo #dessin #moleskine_world #moleskine #moleskinebrasil #catar #catar2022 #qatar2022 #qatar #qatar🇶🇦

[originaldouble]

this is gonna sound stupid but how do u make friends. Like how do you have mutuals. I follow u and ur moots and watch u reblog and interact daily and I’m so jealous of that lol how did you do that..?.? just…..how do u get people to like you

I really dont know

We just interact and comment on each other's stuff and then we just grew from there. And thats all!

Im extremely shy and nervous around new people, so i get that i can be hard to make friends and mutuals around here.

For example, me, @holditbitch and @macckenchiz have one thing in common: spinner is the fucking best. I found Kolo by her fan kids art and then Mac happened too. We just have things in common that we like and share/draw about it and we grow from there.

"Friendships can be hard and it takes work to mainten them. But without friends, things can be a lot harder." -Twilight Sparkle

Theres not really a big formula for it or a secret that i can tell

It just happens, and im sure youll be able to do have a lot of friends too buddy!! Its okay to take time and meet people :)

#life advices with gabriel #ask

[lshark-cs]

Iron God Chapter 32 [Haode]

CW: Graphic violence

Haode looked up at the sky and saw the smallest shadow flick across the full moon. He watched it soar across the moonlit sky. His horse fidgeted, resisting as he urged it forward. It had to be Styzia's lightningfisher. He'd looked ahead, seen the path of its flight, and knew exactly where it would land. 

            Kolo would be there too. And his boys. He was so close, but he knew his time was running out. His mind had already begun to slip back into old habits. His power was starting to fail him again.

He tried to look just far enough ahead that he couldn't see the horror that awaited. He tried to tell himself the promise of agony was not necessarily true, and even if it were, it could never compare to how much he had suffered in life. He tried to convince himself that nothing could happen tonight that would hurt more than how he had lived.

Haode broke into a shivering sweat as he sped his horse to a gallop. He'd never been much good at deceiving himself.

Cold wind stung his face. He forced himself to focus only as far ahead as he needed.

The horse nearly threw him as it leaped over a fallen tree. The trees were getting far larger now, far older, and the understory darkened beneath their oppressive shadows. His mount slowed, as if unsure of where to put its feet. "Walk on," Haode growled, digging his heels into its sides.

The horse stopped and let out a loud, frantic neigh.

"Shhh!" Haode snapped the reins. "Quiet! Someone might..."

Someone had heard them. He knew at once. His mind darted ahead and showed him that someone might come.

He saw Dakko slipping away from the assembly of monsters, seeming horrified by whatever he had witnessed. Then Ido followed him a moment later, calling out for him to stop.

Ido, that traitor...

Haode dismounted. He was close enough now that he could walk, and the horse would only draw more attention. His eyes illuminated, broadcasting a soft red light that showed him the trees thinning ahead. There was a clearing farther out, likely, and that had to be the clearing where the valley's eldest tree grew. Where the pack had gathered.

A quick glimpse ahead showed him where he should wait.

Haode found another fallen tree, this one twice as big around as the first one, black and crumbling with rot.

His sight did not lie, but the minutes he spent waiting for the event he knew would happen were the longest of his life. Haode dug his nails into the wet rotten bark. He jumped at the sound of someone stumbling toward him. Dakko seemed equally startled when Haode lunged out to grab him.

"Quiet!" Haode hissed, clamping a hand over Dakko's mouth to stop him from screaming. "Look, it's me."

Dakko's hands latched onto him with an icy, desperate grip. Cold tears spilled down his cheeks. He sobbed.

"You really thought I wouldn't come back for you?" Haode lifted Dakko into his arms. Weeks ago, he would have thought Dakko was too big to carry and would have screamed at him to walk on his own. Now, he was overcome with joy at being able to hold his boy again, just like he had before everything had gone wrong. He pulled Dakko into a tight hug. "I'll never let you go again."

            Dakko leaned into him, weeping. "Are you...really back?" He reached up and brushed cold fingers against Haode's cheek. "The real you?"

            "Yes." Haode felt tears well up in his own eyes. "I'm really back. Now let's get you somewhere safe."

            "But..." Dakko looked back toward where he'd come from. "Haode, I..."

            For a moment, Haode thought Dakko might be having second thoughts. He refused to entertain the possibility. "We'll get you somewhere safe and then Ido and I will come back with Kolo. All right? I have some allies waiting for us. They'll take care of you."

            "Haode, I can't just..." Dakko reached back toward the thinning trees.

            "Don't be afraid." Haode picked Dakko up and started walking. There would be time later to discuss this. "I've missed you so much, my boy."

            "I've missed you too," Dakko whimpered. "But...you don't understand, you can't just..."

            Haode stayed quiet as he blazed ahead, waiting for Dakko to get his words out.

            "Haode." Dakko's tone shifted. "Why did you hurt me?"

            A knot formed in his chest. It almost made him stop, but he pressed on. "I did what I thought I had to in order for all of us to stay alive."

            Dakko's head turned. Then he whined. Then lightning cracked behind them.

            "Stop right there!" Ido shouted.

            Slowly, Haode turned around. "What's the matter, Ido?"

            Ido stood quivering; his fists clenched tight. "What's the matter? You know damn well what the matter is."

            Dakko clung tighter to Haode's coat.

            "I understand you're upset." Haode spoke in a firm, unyielding tone. "But let's talk about this later. You're scaring your brother."

            "Like you didn't do that every day and night for so long. It was hell, Haode!" Electricity sparked in his fingers.

            Haode took a step back, patting Dakko. "You won't attack me." It wasn't even a question. "If you do, you'll hurt him too."

            "Please, Ido, stop!" Dakko cried.

            Ido took a step forward. "Why won't you fight back, Dakko? Haven't you had enough?"

            "He doesn't have a choice." Haode resisted the urge to raise his voice. "Your brother doesn't have the luxury of being picky about who keeps him warm. He needs me."

            Ido raised his hands higher, building a charge between them. "I hate you!"

            "You might think so," said Haode. "Nevertheless, I love you. I've loved you every step of the way." His heart raced. "Even when I was falling apart, I was there for you. Do you think I'm proud of it? Any of it?" Sadness crept into his voice. "I...I'm so sorry, boys. I'm sorry I brought you to a point where you look at me and expect pain."

            Ido lowered his hands and discharged them. He looked absolutely devastated. "That's the thing." He sniffed and wiped his eyes. "I also love you. Are you...actually...?"

            "Yes." Haode set Dakko down and stepped toward Ido. "From now on, I swear, I'll do what I promised the day we met. I'll take care of you, I'll protect you, and I will never hurt you again." He meant it. "But Ido, please...trust me. Come back to me."

            "What about Kolo?" Ido asked.

            "For now, just come back to me," said Haode. "We can figure it out from there. All right?"

            Ido nodded. "All right." Without making eye contact, he reached out to take Haode's hand. In the instant before they touched, though, Haode jerked away.

            There was a terrible tingling sensation down the back of his neck.

            Ido met his eyes then. "Haode?"

            Haode's breaths came fast and shaky. Mortal terror surged back like a dam had broken. "Both of you, run." He took a step forward, pushing Ido to the side. "Go, now!"

            Ido rushed to pick Dakko up, but the freezing boy struggled to stand. Haode turned around and yelled. "You have to go!" His tone was panicked. The tingling in his nerves intensified. "Now!"

"I'm not here for them."

            Haode recognized the cold, calm voice immediately. Only now, it wasn't in some strange vision. It was real. It was right behind him. 

            Xigon grabbed Haode before he could run, locking an arm around his neck and shoulders. Haode grappled against the restraining arm, but he wasn't strong enough to free himself. "No," he begged. "Please, no!"

"Great progenitor, lead him gently to the darkest shore." Xigon spoke his prayer with icy resolve as he revealed the dagger in his other hand. "Your mercy is not lost to us."

When he saw the blade, Haode thrashed and cried out, pure terror seizing control of him. Somehow, he tore himself free from his assailant's grip. As he scrambled to escape, Xigon grabbed him by the collar of his coat and yanked him back. Haode stumbled backwards, but caught himself at the last second. Then he spun around and managed to catch the dagger. The sharp blade sliced his hand right down to the bone as he fought to disarm Xigon. The pain was enough to make him howl, but he kept on fighting with the ferocity of a wolf caught in a snare.

    Xigon yanked the dagger free from Haode's blood-slick fingers and buried it in his shoulder, ripping through the tendons and grinding against bone. A scream tore from Haode's throat. He staggered backwards, clutching his now entirely useless arm. His eyes darted to Dakko and Ido. "Help me!" he begged. "Please!"

Xigon silenced him with a sharp blow to the head. Haode's ears rang. Though his vision was blurry, he still saw the master's spine-chilling glare. That once-expressionless face was now taut with rage. Stunned, he could not defend himself any longer. He knew what was coming, but he was entirely powerless.

The icy blade pierced between his ribs and into his lung.

His scream choked off into a small, pathetic noise of pain.

Xigon dug the blade in a little bit deeper, twisted it around until blood spurted, then pulled it out soaking red. Haode coughed, splattering the snow with vivid red froth. The sight and the realization of what was happening horrified him beyond measure. He whined, suddenly feeling lightheaded as he fought for each sticky rattling gasp.

Xigon sheathed the dagger and grabbed Haode to lay him down before he could fall. "Don't be afraid." All traces of anger vanished from his voice as he cradled the dying man's head. "It's over. It's all over."

Haode squirmed and wheezed. The blade had done its work brutally well; he was choking on blood. Tears blurred his vision. "No...no!" He coughed, spewing bright bloody froth. "I can't...I can't...!"

"Shhh. Stay still." Xigon pressed a steady hand to Haode's punctured chest. "Calm down."

Haode swatted feebly at the master's hand, then tried to reach for his boys. They seemed so far away now, so untouchable, but he was desperate. "Please, I..." he whimpered. "...I need..."

Xigon pulled Haode's arm back to clasp his hand. "I'll watch over them, I promise." 

The master's touch was powerfully soothing. Haode let out a weak wet cough and relaxed. Tension swept away in waves, spilled out like sand from a cracked hourglass. His injured body was cold, but the hands holding him were warm, perhaps even kind. For a precious moment he felt safe, even as the last of his blood drained into the hungering snow. 

"You have nothing to fear." Xigon's voice gave the tiniest crack, pity laid bare. "Peace be with you."

Haode lay still and helpless, shedding his final tears as the demon tenderly closed his eyes. He waited for nothing and nothing came.

#iron god #original work #dark fantasy #fantasy #my writing #writing #web fiction #web novel #creative writing #original writing #character death #writers of tumblr #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writing community #see pinned post for masterlist

[mymetric360]

🤔Did Greece's 2-2 draw end France's perfect Euro 2024 qualifying record? #Euro2024Qualifying #Highlights #Greece...