[ misdiirection ]

           ❛They’re all bark and no bite. Too much noise.❜

[ conquistaador ]

He hated hordes.

He absolutely abhorred them. Even now, partially (?) dead, he found their scent disgusting. Then again, that was probably due to the lack of appetizing appeal they had. They could never compare to the smell of a fleshy, kicking and screaming human. The thought itself was enough to activate his salivary glands. With a swipe of sleeve across his mouth, he begins to inspect the surrounding area. If he ignored all the biters with varying levels of decay that surrounded him, he would spot a large vehicle, left largely ignored by the mass of travelling idiots. An RV? Surely he should inspect it for signs of life.

And so he diverges from the group, simply pushing through the dead until he arrives at the front door. He gives the handle a turn and grins at the satisfying click as it gives way. Tentative steps are taken into the vehicle, and immediately his first thought is to check the ignition. While the door was unlocked, the keys were no where to be found. Promising. That could only mean that the keys were with someone; dead or alive, he couldn’t tell yet. The prospect of finding a new group of humans to travel with was exciting. It sure beat being dragged along in a walking dead procession.

Just as he found the supply stash, clearly stocked recently, he hears the snap of a twig and the door open. Only two seconds to compose himself, he retracts to increase the distance between him and the newcomer. Ah, just as he surmised. A healthy sack of pumping arteries and juicy entrails... Bertolt dismisses the thought. The other was cautious enough as it is, and if he didn’t start talking, there’d be a bullet in his head. 

“The door.” He shrugs, before realizing that being a smartass probably would get him killed. A second time. “I was running from that horde and I saw the RV. I thought I could hide in it until it passed.” Lying was certainly something that only improved upon his reanimation.

—— deusexitiium ;;

Does the colossus dismiss the other shifter’s presence on purpose, or is the monster just too deep in thought, trudging through knee-deep blood that pooled in his mind, to even notice? There isn’t any outward indication of malice; only one man mediating upon the things he had done, the things that had yet to come, the things he was going to do. After all, he’d rather be the butcher than the cattle. There was no vacancy left on this world to play a halfhearted role. One could only advance fully left or fully right, but not in between.

Lithe digits twitch back to life, restarting the circuits and reestablishing his mission; kick-starting the murder machine. Years of apathy had transitioned into acceptance, and while hesitation had made a home in his mechanical heart, gears of vengeance and duty drove him forward, despite the dysfunctional cogs. Hand on the hilt of a blade, he prepares for the worst.

Yes, he had indeed noticed Eren Yeager.

"I wonder,” he starts, voice lacking the contemplative nature it was intending, “have you made up your mind? Are you prepared to kill, or will you come along with me willingly? I’m tired of talking this out.” Debates and questions and answers was not a game a warrior played.

—— arciiere ;;

                       High speed chases on maneuver gear proved to be a taxing                        job on the giant. There was some shame felt towards taking                        the coward’s way out through escaping rather than taking a                        stand and fighting, but the chance of jeopardizing the mission                        was too great. Still... The shifter lands on a branch and draws                        out his blade, brandishing it as a warning. A sign of respect.

           ❛Don’t make this more difficult than this has to be.❜

—— misdiirection ;;

                           As he pets the stray alley cat that had bitten and scratched at his                            hands for no less than five minutes, he vaguely wonders what fried                            cat would taste like. To his nearly starved mind, it didn’t sound like                            a bad deal, and the searing wounds that hissed with steam agreed.

hiatus ending: notice;;

It's official; I'm gonna be revamping this blog and coming back ha ha. I had to give in to the urge after that recent chapter rip I haven’t been in the snk fandom for a loooooooong time and I miss you all ahfdklgh I predict this blog will be fully refurbished and finished by June 25th. That’s just an estimation, but it’s the most reasonable date I could set. I hope you’re all ready for some angst and pain and bLOOD AND GORE H ahH HAHHH

casually misses my muse's bday yesterday?!!??! 

[ vegeta ]

Taunting was something that the shifter could ignore with ease, patience was one of his only virtues. Still, it was difficult to negate the insinuation of weakness from the man's lips, and the thought of tearing those speaking lips clean off the visage flitted through his mind. Getting a grip however, he tosses such ideas to the back burner as he contemplates his next move. Callous are the projected images flashing through olive hues. Perhaps the stranger would provide some use after all, if he were as strong as he had stated.

The name is so odd, so sorely foreign that Bertolt had a bit of trouble deducing the other's whereabouts. He certainly wasn't a titan shifter, that was for sure. His mannerisms and the clothes he donned were a clear indicator that screamed doesn't belong. Brow raises in light of this discovery as the monster approaches closer, practiced caution thrown out the window. Fear was not something he wanted to feel ever again.

But the shifter wouldn't let the other past. Unsure of the man's intentions, for all he knew, he could ruin the plan; the mission that Bertolt had dedicated his entire life to. Death would come sooner than failure. The shifter lifts a hand and cracks his knuckles. Whatever game this alien creature was playing, he'd surely lose, if it came down to it. A caustic grin tugs playfully at his lips.

                            ❛ Unfortunately, I'm very hard to kill. Survival is                                  merely child's play for a m o n s t e r like me. ❜

        ❛There has got to be an easier way to do that.❜