pokes head in.
Apologies for inactivity, btw, real life takes priority.
would anyone be interested in a $20 headshot commission o:
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Katrina Kaif as Suraiyya in Thugs of Hindostan (2018)
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Source: hearttollywood
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Shrik, shrik, shrik came the sound of Zed grinding the edges of his katar together, drying blood peeling off of the blades and pooling near his feet.
“If one is important enough to justify my personal attention, Lady Karma, then it is their fault for not taking caution regardless of likelihood. You have a point though, even a mage must sleep eventually”
Absently, he checked his blades for nicks “Still, a little gold for a guard rotation would have kept it interesting. This was horribly routine, I do hope your other rivals are interesting…. my friend” Ah his left blade must have got caught on a bone.
Ever so casually, she folded her arms and leaned on a nearby pillar. A smirk crept up on her lips, watching him clean her rival’s blood from his blades; she seemed almost enthralled by watching it fall to the floor. The sense of triumph, awash with the feeling of having won over this particular nay-sayer to her was evident. “Ah, if you wanted a guard rotation, you should have said so. He had one, I’d just taken care of that part of it myself. My little way of helping you, you’re so very welcome.”
“Though, of course, all the thanks should go to you for disposing of him. No better time than now,” she mused, no regret or remorse in her tone. “Of course, this means I’ll be assuming his territory as the lady of the higher rank in the area - and his armoury. That, I’ll leave to you. As payment, as a token of my gratitude, however you take it.”
// I may or may not be making a new blog for a new muse soon. Just as a little side project... he’s been a muse for a while I’ve just not had the time or drive to really publicly write him. //
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A black mass congealed on a nearby wall, followed by Zed almost lazily strolling out of the shadow, cleaning his blades.
“One would think that, given the long history of magic in this world, powerful individuals would stop relying purely on physical walls to protect oneself at night”
"Nice to see you've gone and fulfilled my little request both succinctly and personally, Master Zed," came an entertained voice from around a corner. With a small flash of flame she appeared, striding out from an alcove nearby. "Pardon the intrusion on your work."
"Well done. Though, you know, not many individuals expect a visit from a shadow assassin such as yourself. I'd say that keeping your kind out even with magic would prove difficult."
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someone: is that okay w u?
me, in a bitter, petty voice, filled w anger and rage: peachy
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I’d love to relax but it’s just not realistic
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I’d love to relax but it’s just not realistic
// I must sleep, it's been a rather restless holiday for me! //
"Can Neeko Learn from Karma?"
“There are quite a few things I could possibly teach you, Oovi-Kat, but... what is it you’d want to learn, exactly? A lady can’t share all her secrets...”
FOR KARMA, a choker made of pure starlight. Pulsating with the primal energy of the cosmos, the essence of creation.
“If I may say so myself, this is possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever recieved...”
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There comes a sound of metal colliding with metal from within the sack as Crux opens it briefly, an opening large enough for her to peer inside. “Artifacts from a monastery in the East. Here—” He reaches in to pull out a jeweled medallion; gold framed with emeralds adorned. “My master told me this piece is supposed to harness the soul, make it materialize and such. It’s yours, now.”
With a greedy haste, the duchess lifts and ties her hair back to better reveal her currently unadorned neck. Smiling with the utmost pride and satisfaction, she takes the medallion and clasps it ‘round there, it settling comfortably amidst her collar. The emerald takes on a light, it briefly shakes as it attempts to reveal the spirits residing within. For the first time to the naked eye, two spectres swirled around her body; both part of her and not. The raw, primal energy they exuded was evident in their appearance, all roiling scales and writhing forms. “I know this one,” she speaks. “I have wanted to don it since its legend was first told to me.” Karma looks to Crux with a bright smile.
“You’re well on your way to being my new favorite.”
Karma, upon being told no: That's treason.