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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
“Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
WE ARE ONE, UNITED. “Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
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12⚡6🍾6🔥5💘5❤🔥2☃1🤩1🏆1
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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CLOUDJUMPER, MOREL.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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IMPRINTED: DRAGON'S BLOOD.TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE, CLOUDJUMPER, MOREL.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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37💘8❤7🥰6🤩5🔥4🍓3☃2❤🔥2⚡2🆒1
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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
“Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
WE ARE ONE, UNITED. “Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
5🔥10❤8⚡7🕊5🍓3🐳2❤🔥1☃1🤩1
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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DASHWING, CHESALIE.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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IMPRINTED: DRAGON'S BLOOD.TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE, DASHWING, CHESALIE.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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25❤10❤🔥7☃6💘5⚡4🔥2🕊2🐳2🍓2🆒1
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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
“Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
WE ARE ONE, UNITED. “Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
❤🔥5❤3⚡3🤩3☃2🥰2🏆2💘2🆒1
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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KRILL, WHISKEY.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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IMPRINTED: DRAGON'S BLOOD.TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE, KRILL, WHISKEY.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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❤7⚡3💋3🎉2🤩2🏆2🔥1🆒1
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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
“Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
WE ARE ONE, UNITED. “Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
❤7☃5⚡4🥰4🔥2😍2❤🔥1🤩1🆒1
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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NIGHT FURRY, YORIC.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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IMPRINTED: DRAGON'S BLOOD.TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE, NIGHT FURRY, YORIC.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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Telegram
Ric
❤8🥰5⚡4🎉4🔥3🕊3🏆2☃1🤩1
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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
“Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
WE ARE ONE, UNITED. “Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
❤4🍓4💘3❤🔥2🔥2🥰2🎉2😍2☃1
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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TIMBERJACK, LORIEN.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
ㅤ
STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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IMPRINTED: DRAGON'S BLOOD.TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE, TIMBERJACK, LORIEN.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
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Telegram
Noé Verm.
S0UL.N0T.F0UND: ghost.save.glitched/ 📡⛔ Last heard beneath Tower-Ø7.
❤7⚡4🥰3🍓3❤🔥2🍾2🔥1🎉1
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(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
“Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
(Like sadness personified, fire poured from its lips, heating the air and igniting rooftops.) But the populace stood. In desperation, not glory, shields were raised. They could hear their allies' bones breaking beneath the clamor and feel the heat biting at their skin behind their metal walls.
WE ARE ONE, UNITED. “Not as lords and peasants,
sinners and saints.”
There was no need for a crown. There was no sermon. Only the rattling of chains dragging through dust and the hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards.
ㅤ
4❤10❤🔥9☃6😍5🔥4🍓4⚡3🥰3🎉3🕊1
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STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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TYPHOOMERANG, SHYRLIBBY.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
ㅤ
STILL, WE DID NOT RUN.
The counterattack came next. Through the red darkness, blades flashed, not to kill but to harm, to stall, to weaken. Scale and sword collided, and while many of them broke like twigs on stone, enough flesh was discovered. A roar that smashed windows and made the living want to crawl into tombs was the dragon's shriek. Its wing gave way. Its flames wavered. Then the chains appeared.
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IMPRINTED: DRAGON'S BLOOD.
TOGETHER, SIDE BY SIDE, TYPHOOMERANG, SHYRLIBBY.
But they bound it, arm by arm, inch by inch, limbs confined like a fallen star in a rust cage, wings pinned, neck twisted. No one knew what the beast was saying, but it thundered, thrashed, and begged. They slashed it to a massive wagon made of steel and stone, their faces burnt and their hands shaking.
| It was a weary voyage, through
| the woodland that roared of ancient
| monsters, through the empty streets
| where it had once lit ablaze, and
| into the inside of an abandoned
| structure where not even the light
| feared to go.
Beneath the chapel was a staircase. Beneath the staircase, a sealed gate. And beyond that, a vault carved not for gold, but for monsters.
ㅤ
4🍓10❤5💘5❤🔥4⚡4🔥3🥰3🎉3😍3☃2
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UNDER A FLAME-RIPPED SKY,
WE ROSE TOGETHER. WITH SHIELD
&. CHAIN, WE BATTLED KNOWING
THAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD STAND
IF WE DIDN'T. 𖥠
There were cries, smoke, claws, and iron in the dirty conflict. Even though our arms hurt and our blades dulled, we managed to drive the beast away. And we didn't applaud when its wings gave way under the pressure of our will and its flames went out. We moved with purpose.
We Bound It.
We Sealed It.
We Endured.
Peace returns like ash floating in dawn light now that the flames have subsided. We are survivors, damaged, tired, and wiser than conquerors.
(What We Did, We Did Not For Glory.)
.. ୡ ‘@HouseOfVermillion
But for the lives: [Behind our walls.]
For the silence that children now sleep beneath. Let history call it victory if it must. But in our hearts, it will always feel like a wound we chose to close.
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UNDER A FLAME-RIPPED SKY,
WE ROSE TOGETHER. WITH SHIELD
&. CHAIN, WE BATTLED KNOWING
THAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD STAND
IF WE DIDN'T. 𖥠
There were cries, smoke, claws, and iron in the dirty conflict. Even though our arms hurt and our blades dulled, we managed to drive the beast away. And we didn't applaud when its wings gave way under the pressure of our will and its flames went out. We moved with purpose.
We Bound It.
We Sealed It.
We Endured.
Peace returns like ash floating in dawn light now that the flames have subsided. We are survivors, damaged, tired, and wiser than conquerors.
(What We Did, We Did Not For Glory.)
.. ୡ ‘@HouseOfVermillion
But for the lives: [Behind our walls.]
For the silence that children now sleep beneath. Let history call it victory if it must. But in our hearts, it will always feel like a wound we chose to close.
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6❤🔥6☃4🍓4💋4⚡3❤2🔥2🎉2🏆2