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Featured: Evangelion: 3.0 - 10
The Fallen Prince - The Cleric“Alright, time to wake up.” A gruff voice called out. The light of dawn cut across the sky, the night being pushed away as the sun took its place. It was a cold morning, yet the villagers began making their way from their homes and to their various jobs. Queenshead was a quaint village by the River Kent: cobblestone streets connected the brick houses, leading to a marketplace facing out onto the bank of the river. It was a fishing village, with boats littering the water as fisherman made their living.The Fallen Prince - The Cleric by =KingPuddinArt
“I said get up, priest.” The voice commanded.
“It’s cleric. Everybody gets that wrong.” The man murmured.
The morning light blinded the cleric. With one eye open, he looked at his surroundings and was surprised to find himself in a cell: a hanging cell, to be exact. He had pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to capture some warmth from the night, yet an uncontrollable shiver ran through his body. He looked down and saw the calm water of the
The Fallen Prince - GaranThe horses galloped at a brisk pace, though the rain had made the ground soft and gave the beasts some drag. Garan kept his focus, however; he was riding with a small group of the Shades, enough to finally bring Carr to justice. The madman and his gang of savages had terrorized the outskirts of Duskendale for months, much to the chagrin of the lords and ladies that resided in the kingdom. It was only a matter of time before they called on the Shades, and Garan had made sure to be the commanding ranger set with the task.The Fallen Prince - Garan by =KingPuddinArt
It was no secret that Garan had a past with Carr; the two had been playing a game of tag across the continent, and each time he managed to get close Carr would somehow escape his grasp. Tonight may not be any different, but if there was a chance to capture the slaver Garan would take it. His lead had taken him to an abandoned mill, and as the Shades approached Garan noticed the absolute quiet of the area.
The area was completely empty.
Garan looked around the mill, sear
The Fallen Prince - ProloguePrologueThe Fallen Prince - Prologue by =KingPuddinArt
“You, and you - search the basement,” a gruff voice commanded. The two subordinates hurried away, their footsteps echoing as they made their way downstairs. The slaver and his gang had information on the nearby mill on the outskirts of town. Only a few villagers, more than enough to take hostage and sell for a good price. Beams of sunlight pierced through various openings in the walls and broken windows, the fallen shards crunching under his foot as he walked to see the view outside.
The temperature had gone up since morning, though Carr barely felt it under his armor. A dull metallic grey, it was covered in strips of brown leather and a tattered dark green cloak, which would help him blend into the forests should he be pursued. Carr knew it would come in handy today - he only had so much time before the rangers would be on his trail. It would be best for him to escape a fight, especially with the slaves he was about to capture.
Carr was not a happy man. Years of s
Spaceman.What I want to know is how the whimsical vividity of purple, orange and green combine only to make greybrown the colour of dead fish eyes.Spaceman. by *Amethyst-Grave
I want to know why our faces and gazes harden like clay when exposed to summer breezes and sterile winter frost.
I want to know why we want so badly the hivemind we never evolved, I want to know why there are those who deserve to die.
I want to know why we don't think we deserve better than the priestly paracosm of a lofty eternity of sterility and frigidity. I want to know why we cannot, will not think outside of the haranguing frequency of breaking harp strings.
I want to know why we shut ourselves in we want to be opened up, why we look at the ground when we want to be seen.
I want to know where the pieces of broken hearts fly off to, I want to know what they become instead.
I want to know what is so scary about our own skin, apart from how easily it breaks and weeps, and how it so callously stays intact while it holds our inner hurricaines.
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