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Azzy_Daddy

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About Azzy_Daddy

  • Birthday 08/04/2001

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    Cindyeeznuts#8397
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  • Gender
    Female
  • Location
    America
  • Interests
    :D
  • Location
    Hell

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  1. Best Mod

    1. Toddbringer

      Toddbringer

      Best fans, I love this server

  2. I LOVE THIS PERSON

    1. FluffyBristle

      FluffyBristle

      I love you too, random citizen!

  3. An uncivilized elf of the great Haelun’or would prepare a bunker to hide from the crusade.
  4. Morrigan Arthalion withholds a prideful grin at even the mention of her sisters ascension to the throne.
  5. Coffee

    1. Optimus420

      Optimus420

      you drink too much coffee

    2. Onnensr

      Onnensr

      get a bialetti MOKA pot this shit BUSSIN fr scuurrrrr

  6. 🤨

    1. Acostrob

      Acostrob

      been strobbin a lot since this

    2. Azzy_Daddy

      Azzy_Daddy

      Strob harder, you've been abysmal of late.

  7. Morrigan Arthalion did not personally know the wife of Jan Ivanovich, but she'd be sure to express her well wishes in letter form to the old friend.
  8. I love this person

    1. Laeonathan

      Laeonathan

      wicked being!

    2. Maiyun

      Maiyun

      awh

  9. Late response because my attention span is short - Woot amazing post! Can't find the dang fancy gif
  10. Strobcore

    1. Acostrob

      Acostrob

      strobcore

    2. lemonke

      lemonke

      suscore

    3. X3N0

      X3N0

      the strobber 

  11. Man, I love this persona, she's so nice. Though her profile is a lie - she is the decaffeinated crow.

    1. CaffeinatedCrow

      CaffeinatedCrow

      MAn- I'M TRYNA BE HEALTHY CROW!

  12. A thud, the sound of mud squelching beneath her knees upon her descent - breath tearing at her lungs. The thill’s gaze lifted upwards towards the canopy of tree, towards the figure. A terror instilled within her then, fabric scraping against stone as she stumbled back. A dreadful form craned above her, red locks like smoldering embers draping about its shoulders. Little else could be seen of who stood there. Watching, a raspy voice would escape this creature, the barest of whispers, yet audible over the storm. “Do you remember me, mali?” It questions, a sickening hateful tone to that voice, form lurching forward as lightning struck nearby, and in that split second, their figure, once obscured, was revealed, as a rotting - putrid frail beast. Hollow crevices in place of eyes not even the cartilage remained of the woman’s nose. Bony digits reached forth, wrapping about her chin and digging into the flesh of her cheeks, perhaps to assure that her gaze would not drift. “Look upon me, Aiyeis; tell me who I am.” Spoke that creature in its vile tone. Breath so foul that the ‘thill could taste it on her tongue, mouth watering as bile rose, but through the tears and disgust she croaked, “Meredith, my sister,” And only moments after her chin was released. That hunched body of the once lively woman straightened. A smirk spread across the remnants of their decaying face, as though content on the anguish caused. Insects scuttling free of her mouth as her dry and cracking lips parted, at first only her yellowed teeth would be revealed – as her wretched voice spilled forth, “You are nothing, a thief who survived in place of her lliran,” And with that, the ‘thill sat up. The sound of rain was absent, it had only been a dream. Her back slick with sweat, short breaths leaving her in quick pants. All was quiet for that brief moment after she had awoken, then the ghastly whispers flooded in. Filling her ears with unintelligible noises. And alone she would be, if not for the figure that sat at the foot of her bed. A void in place of its face. Stringy crimson hair draped down its head. A discomforting sight to be sure. Reminding her of the voice that haunted her nights, that twisted her waking day, a hollow forsaken tone all that remained of the lari’onn she knew.
  13. Though she knew little of the fate of the aformentioned Balian Prince, a certain princess in the Barrowlands would be pleased by this missive.
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