* gazing up at the sky , watching the stars fade with the new dawn light —— 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 settling in their chest.
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grim.xn--6ii im blocked from following anyone right now , JOLLY GOOD SHOW !!!
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the north star ; original character, as written by grim ( they / he, ‘00 ). inspired by celtic folklore , the cruel prince , & narnia. third person descriptive + literate roleplay. pansexual muse, ( they / she / he ). dead dove. mdni. »
well … do you do it to survive ? do you need flesh and blood to sustain yourself ?
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i do not dine upon the flesh of the beings i guide nor do i need that kind of sustenance.
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* their own screams have awakened them , haunted by the memories of previous torture & imprisonment. bluish sparks light off from their hands , smoking the dry grass around the tree they fell asleep against.
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* small waves lap at their ankles , a spray of sea salt breeze shifting onyx locks streaked with silver. the sky is full of shining stars , one is 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔. that one is gazing , forlorn & longing for something it cannot reach.
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on edge with distrust , tension rippling their form , but there is a stark fatigue behind the celestial’s eyes ; it curls their shoulders , stumbles their gait. “ what are you , if you are to 𝑏𝑒 the shadows ? where do you hail ↬
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specks of silver glint in their eyes , starlight in a blackened sky. their spine straightens & brows furrow at the offense , shifting to follow his movements. “and you ? a 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 who hides in shadows ?” emboldened by the insult.
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