Herrudivah

Dominic takes a long sip of his tea before setting it down upon the plate and leaning to Eunha. "Despicable, isn't it?" - "A man without honor."

MC Name: Herrudivah Discord: D0MINEER Image: Description of Image: A portrait of the character "Dominic Euler" by TaraJess Dimensions: 1x1

Dominic stares in horror at whatever the fuck he just read.

On a mission - Dominic reads the missive with a deep hum. With a puff of his cigarette, he rolls it up and stores it deep into his pouch. "Sounds fun at least." Thus, he refocuses.

Tsubaki looks upon the invitation in confusion whilst resting in her home. "Eh? me?" The thought of free food at a wedding banquet sways her confusion and she grins. "Ouhkay."

Thank you for being the silliest Tech <3 Still looking forward to seeing you around crunchy :D xoxo

gonna roll up some cactus green to that one... </3

Collided to the ground - she lays after falling off a cliff, the invitation received being shoved into her face by Taigen. It takes a woman to come to her bearings to read.. However upon so, Tsubaki offers a proud smile once more. "Dare-Mo, I couldn't be more proud." The medic then passes out with the invitation atop her stomach.. She'd dropped from a significant height.

THE SAINTED LAMB CLAIMS ANEW. Six years of age, and yet within her chest beats the heart of a Warlord. The age of innocence is long profaned; her thirst is not for the sweetness of sweets found within Azuras, but for the blood that sings of conquest. Upon her throne - a great bat-beast, Draz-Vorzuth - she sits, cheek upon her palm, her grin split with the grace of ruin. Her head sways in time to a low, unholy melody, a lullaby for the damned, the slain. “Until we meet next time, best friend. . .” she whispers, and her words fall heavy as a curse upon the air. Her aurum-bladed tail flicks - a sharp strike of gold against the armored plating of her skirt, sending forth a spark igniting brightly within the dark catacombs of the Black Church. The child who reigns upon flesh, beloved of none, anointed in sin. Within the command of such a small fiend, barely old enough to be considered a child - VRIZA'S TALON is claimed by the might of those sworn to her command. In time she awaits the proud embrace of The Black Bishop. And the Recognition of The Pontiff.

erm. my bad slime 🙏

Years slip away, yet not a single day passes without Yu lingering in her thoughts. For what feels like an eternity, she has yearned for her Okaasan - an absence like a missing piece of her very soul. Each day without fail, Oborozuki makes her way to her Okaasan's house shrine, bearing gifts. There, seated in front of it, she smiles softly and recounts stories of the world. - Many know of her Okaasan, whether through the shrine itself or the tales told beside it - stories of Yu’s battles and her strong heart, preserved not in body, but in memory. - One morning in particular, after the chaos - Oborozuki approaches, seated on the cushion however leaning against the painted scroll of her mother - nothing but her dated Yukata worn as she embraced her mother's shrine. - "Ohayou, Okaasan.." - In sickness, the daughter rests against her mother's house shrine for hours on end - silence filling the shop and candles flickering until eventually extinguishing as the day comes to an end, shrouded in darkness.