The once resilient, confident, and hopeful mask was being drained and replaced by fear, a fear so great it was palpable on the air, a fear so great it could be heard, smelled, tasted, and seen. His eyes were wide as he crouched on the ground, a deluge of tears mapping lines on his dirty face. He could not speak, could not move, could not turn his face away as his pursuer came forward. Palis watched mesmerized, paralyzed. It was over.
Palis’ Interior Design
my take of Muse’s template
- Palis Ainu
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Fear.
The once resilient, confident, and hopeful mask was being drained and replaced by fear, a fear so great it was palpable on the air, a fear so great it could be heard, smelled, tasted, and seen. His eyes were wide as he crouched on the ground, a deluge of tears mapping lines on his dirty face. He could not speak, could not move, could not turn his face away as his pursuer came forward. Palis watched mesmerized, paralyzed. It was over.
The once resilient, confident, and hopeful mask was being drained and replaced by fear, a fear so great it was palpable on the air, a fear so great it could be heard, smelled, tasted, and seen. His eyes were wide as he crouched on the ground, a deluge of tears mapping lines on his dirty face. He could not speak, could not move, could not turn his face away as his pursuer came forward. Palis watched mesmerized, paralyzed. It was over.
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tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 2699
- Sednai
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BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Sednai
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Sednai stumbled backwards, the pain of the blow echoing through her skull like the vibrato of a church bell on a still, autumn morning. Her boot slipped suddenly in the sludge of mud and half-melted snow, and she fell with a sickening squelch into the puddle. The goo enveloped her slowly, covering the 90 degree angle of her stomach and legs before she could stand up and flick some of the excess off.
"Fitting, isn't it?" she said with a cruel laugh, looking down on her pitifully emaciated form, now drenched in a freezing soup of mud. "What's born of mud should die in mud."
Sednai withdrew the pair of familiar, spiraled daggers from her coat, wiping them dramatically across her shoulders where a patch of dry fabric remained. She smiled a sad, nostalgic smile, a smile lined with blood and mud, a smile in front of lost goals and dreams that would always remain just as the feeble butterflies of hope that they were. She looked up at her pursuer, defiance still alight in her eyes as she raised one dagger to point directly into the center of her chest. She thrusted the knife into herself.
After years of pain, addiction, betrayal, abuse, and solitude, this, this was freedom. She smiled, her lungs filling with a slow and warm deluge of liquid.
"So be it."
"Fitting, isn't it?" she said with a cruel laugh, looking down on her pitifully emaciated form, now drenched in a freezing soup of mud. "What's born of mud should die in mud."
Sednai withdrew the pair of familiar, spiraled daggers from her coat, wiping them dramatically across her shoulders where a patch of dry fabric remained. She smiled a sad, nostalgic smile, a smile lined with blood and mud, a smile in front of lost goals and dreams that would always remain just as the feeble butterflies of hope that they were. She looked up at her pursuer, defiance still alight in her eyes as she raised one dagger to point directly into the center of her chest. She thrusted the knife into herself.
After years of pain, addiction, betrayal, abuse, and solitude, this, this was freedom. She smiled, her lungs filling with a slow and warm deluge of liquid.
"So be it."
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BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Sednai
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Words go here. A simple, typography-focused template. You can edit the text color, the line colors, the dropcap color, and the dialogue text color. Of course, the Googlefont of choice is also editable, too.
"Dialogue goes here."
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BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Palis Ainu
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Palis ran a gloved finger along his lip, laughing slightly as he pulled his hand away from his mouth and noticed the red stain of fresh blood spreading silently through the threads of his white glove.
"I’m much more upset about the gloves than your feeble punch," he whispered amusedly as he slowly stood and pulled the twin pistols out of his belt.
“Oh, well. I could use a pair of red gloves.”
"I’m much more upset about the gloves than your feeble punch," he whispered amusedly as he slowly stood and pulled the twin pistols out of his belt.
“Oh, well. I could use a pair of red gloves.”
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tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 2699
- Benton Borteillo
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The man strode forward, a look of murder creasing his aging face. His right arm was bloodied, and he folded it close to his reddenining shirt. His left hand, however, suspended the flail, a cylinder of spiked metal attached to a chain, mere inches above the ground. The flail swung in pendulum manner forward and back which each step, continuing its path even as he stopped.
“Death be to the tyrants and tyrannical, and death be to those who allow it,” he spat vehemently. Without removing his eyes from the target, he lifted the flail and, with a skillful flick, flung the weapon forward in pursuit.
“Death be to the tyrants and tyrannical, and death be to those who allow it,” he spat vehemently. Without removing his eyes from the target, he lifted the flail and, with a skillful flick, flung the weapon forward in pursuit.
In hell I'll be in good company.
- Sednai
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this is a template for Sednai’s memory threads
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BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Palis Ainu
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Fear.
tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 2699
- Benton Borteillo
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The man strode forward, a look of murder creasing his aging face.
In hell I'll be in good company.
- Benton Borteillo
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Time Stamp....
T he man did stuff.
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In hell I'll be in good company.