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About Cally

  • Birthday 04/01/2003

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    World Of Warcraft, GOT, Legend Of Zelda, Dungeons and Dragons

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    Ylva Lyn
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  1. Discord: callypso#0420 skin I’m bidding on: I and My Annabel Lee @annanicole__ Bid: $17 USD pls these are so good
  2. Absolutely none of my business but I dont like it being compatible with Mystic, as well as Naz. just me, no? Ah anyway.. Besides that, this isn't absolutely awful. (Its pretty good actually im just mean) Good job worm man!
  3. Beautiful, Heph... I'm crying real tears.
  4. Krokah decided to her own accord, the stupid bird couldn't decide much for herself; but thought this once. She swept off the dirt from her featherless body and equipped her jangly hat. Taking flight, she thwapped her wings against the foggy air for that Frogman in his honor. A subtle cerulean bubbled within her throat as her anger for the world grew. An Eidolan of endless loyalty to the radiant Sun of Black, puffed a plume of deadly breath from its stone nostrils at the thought of a crusade of the Blackened Sons. As a daughter to the Barrow of the Fog, if the hulking beast could have grinned, somewhere it did. Readying its sword of alienistic power to reap, it churned the blade unto the waters below. Each rune took ablaze with the vigour of the black radiance. It readied the windswept glaive for the demise of a thousand Druidic souls to its innards.
  5. Krokah, the Zevn of greatest obedience; had a more competent person read to it - a missive so vile. Telling news of a kin of its own, a creature just as itself.. It began to stomp around in some violent brigade for the death of the Wonk King to people as horrid as Nevaehlen. There it spake, "KILL! KILL! ELMER AVENGE! ELMER AVENGE! DIE CIRCLE! DIE DIE!" So she carried on to the grotto of liars and fiends with crumpled talons and porky breaths of anger.
  6. Eternally sound, the Heir Apparent was.. Loomed she, stepping from her icy throne.. Setting her cares aside, her cerulean globes of frigid prowess scanned over the missive; telling news of one with a False Crown.. Gaze igniting with vigor, she allowed her frost to envelop the paper; one foretelling of a mere witchling laying claim to the power of the Four Elder Hags. It folded in on itself.. Shattering to a fluttering of snow shards - The Mother of Frost now sought to chisel out a plan in iceforged rage.. To see to the end of this egotistical banter in the name of their Blessed Brunhylde.. Gritting her sharpened teeth all the while. "Such a threat by the means of a missive?.." The mother's lip curled up in disgust. "How asinine.. Who dares to ignite this war?" A looming realization struck her features, cleaving aside her rage.. Her countenance parted into a sickly, multi-rowed grin.. Now, she sought out her Lobalm and close acquaintances for their opinion on the matter. [COPYRIGHT: @Werew0lf]
  7. The Other Matriarch of that crying sect of broken women stood prideful at the cusp of their blood-filled grounds. Under the infernal countenance of unbeknownst vigor, a grin split an entire cavern across her face as the Fennites scurried around in their faux-citadel for some solution to the conflict they instigated. "Doo-mah Yatl." The woman spate her horrible tongue on the grounds they found so holy.
  8. The loyal mutt of yearning, festering loathe sat upon its jaden throne. It’s weary, skeletal sockets bobbed up with a twitch of scorn. It instinctively followed the rabid will of its Lady, the darkest few rumbled with..- Anticipation. Hungry were the few whom flooded the Remnants of what once was a city among the skies; now sodden with malice and blood below. “Radiant is the black sun-..” The awakened flame of torture flumes within the light of such oxymoronic stars. Chuckles and chortles of promise crawled up the walls of the geist’s sticky, and humid cage. It gnawed at the bars, breaking free. The feral beast of dribbling darkness split its face into a grin; which spread like a ravine across a sunlit battleground of flayed bodies. The battle cry of hounding barks and howls radiated from the Far East as the servant bound for the winter land blight.
  9. Vitomira watched from her stone citadel whom remained forever on the coasts of the green mountains. She cracked a smile which quickly gained the gap of a grin that carved like tectonic plates through the earthen soil of her facade. The light in her crystalline eyes soon.. shimmered out as the lightstones of the mausoleum of Xan dwindled to a flicker- then to silence. The snake ate.
  10. Lets get started, mhm?


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