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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭.

@xvengeanceflame.bsky.social
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 25/12/2024
// merry christmas my love! im so happy i got to spend another year together with you 🥰🥰
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✧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑹 @modestopponent.bsky.social · 11/12/2024
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 23/11/2024
Embrace thy vengeance, O tormented one. Let thy rage empower thy warpath.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
" And yet there is a gap in your soul. A vacancy left behind in companionship's wake. The seed of an avenger is sewn inside you, yet you do not nourish it with blood; you wish for a kinder blossom to take root. Monsieur, none are born craving solitude. So why do you seek it so? "
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
// guts gonna be on his kratos arc huh
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
" Choosing solitude once again, monsieur? Perhaps a heart of stone does not melt into flesh so easily. "
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𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓶𝔀𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓼 - Reina Kingchester @queenlytrainer.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
bern Instead of having Reina be broken and moping, I made her prove herself she can fight back and possibly be a hero. ...Ironically took Guts harshness to be the straw here.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
// hey chat bsky.app/profile/xpur...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
" Blessed are those who strive for vengeance. "
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
Come, mon amour, do not mind their squabble. Keep your focus on me; I shall be here until you fall asleep.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
. . . Indeed. Pour le bien de mon amour, arrêtons là.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
You've only just proven my own point, thus in declaring victory prematurely, you have lost.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
It's clear we are cut from different cloth, yet you would still attempt to reduce me to your level. Simply put, perhaps I am merely further evolved than you. I'd argue such is obvious from a cursory glance.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
Are you so dull as to not comprehend my words? I'm stating you're the pinnacle of a human that has not evolved for the last hundred thousand years.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
You are certainly proof of such a fact.
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✧˚ · . 𝓓𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 @greattyrant.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
temp pinned.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
🐟
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
Le garçon n'a pas encore réalisé que le poisson était pour lui.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
due time. If you truly still wish for me. . . I shall be here for you always, mon amour. "
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
" I am. . . not whole, at present. I am here, yet. . . elsewhere. " His hand slowly shifted about hers, bringing it to his lips, though still separated by the glove she wore. It was a symbol; even in such a state, he would not forget such an important person. " I shall see you properly in--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 17/11/2024
🐟
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
His own gloved hand covered her own, tenderly grasping her as his eyes gazed into her own; his expression, while solemn, was infused with a sadness only she could have seen. " I apologize. . . that we must reunite as I am in this state. "
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
" It has been quite some time, my dear Master. "
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
// id tell you, but then youd have to read this 1200+ page french novel
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
opened his lips, out poured words in perfect English, mellifluent as though he were some seducing demon, speaking words that he had spoken his entire life. " 'Tis quite the faux-pas to intrude upon another's quarry. Have you no code of honor, o jester? "
To me belongeth vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
he originated. No mere monster could be quite as decorated as he, after all. Yet, human though his shape may be, he lacks any features to conclude this guess; his face without expression, and his eyes concealed behind a mask, the nature of the creature would remain a mystery. Still yet, as he--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
its length is almost desaturated, devoid of its inherent colour. To trace its path in reverse would be to see its originator: a man who had not existed in the space behind just moments before. Silvers and violets adorned this creature, as if he held some form of status in the beyond from whence--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
unnatural form, contorting in unnatural angles. Something wicked this way came. bsky.app/profile/perf... The intruder's speech finishes and his final words are accompanied by the sudden sprouting of a shape from his target's esophagus. Glistening in the low highway light, the crimson which coats--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
closer to the realm of the living. The writhing masses, in all shades of blackness, wordlessly scream in hollow gusts of wind, drawing the ire of winter with the chill each one brought. Within the space where no eyes could see, something more takes shape. Shadows coalesce, amalgamating in some--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
With the unwelcome intrusion of another, the shade seemingly vanishes. Yet, the chill seems only to increase as the shadows around the two shift, dancing and playing in shapes that the mind could only perceive as faces. Perhaps the trail of blood which follows them both has led the deceased--
Un faux dieu réclame les projecteurs pour son propre spectacle, mais il ne fait qu'attiser les rancœurs des damnés à chaque respiration. Si vous désirez tant attirer l'attention, alors je réclamerai la vengeance de ceux qui sont morts depuis longtemps !
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 16/11/2024
// general fyi, my prose ends up being very long winded bc i read a lot of classic literature and i like trying to emulate that style of writing, so dont worry about trying to match length as long as youre putting your spirit into it
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 15/11/2024
// i love you so much 🥺
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 15/11/2024
for the two to finally occupy the same space. For it knew that once the moment arrived, a frightening truth would manifest from the shadows it knew as home.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 15/11/2024
would not bring a stronger lantern. It judged every action of the man, every breath and every step of his every year. Every action he has ever taken, looked down upon by an apparition which seemingly held no history of its own to speak of. And it waited. Waited for the distance to evaporate and--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 15/11/2024
mere trickster; rather, the shorter the distance between it and the traveler, the more malevolent it seemed. Affixed in the air, emanating from no apparent source, it was almost hungry. Scornful. Malicious. It laughed with no voice, mocking one who rode in darkness, wordlessly asking why one--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. @xvengeanceflame.bsky.social · 15/11/2024
it were the River Styx personified. A singular point disrupted the confounding shade, flickering and swaying like a candle's flame. It hung in the space where one might expect an eye, its presence evocative of the taunting of a will-o'-the-wisp. But this little flame was no--
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