Pake twb nya soangg, hype Liz kami

Pernah gak lu di fase ganteng bener alias kalcer banget gw.

siapa yang setuju kita menikah

aku suka nonton sound horeg

ㅤㅤ  { 𑁍 }  ׂ THE MAJESTIC KIN JUBILATION
     THE BANQUET OF GRACE UNFOLDS ANEW
       ETCHED IN THE QUIET DEPTHS OF TIME
            A TAPESTRY OF SPLENDOR WHOLE


In the shadowed depths of eventide’s grace, the kin of the black swan gather in shadowed grace, their goblets gleaming beneath the moon's soft gaze. A feast of lace and mystery awaits, as whispers weave in the hallowed hall. To thee, @KasteelOfDuisterg, @HouseofVermillion, @VonityS, @Wisworden, @RogueLorth, @ShelterOfWest, @ValkyriePiec, @Skateriez, @PinnacleNoire, @EternityOfIgnis, we raise our hearts and blessings, like silver rain upon thy name. As the black swan soars this night, our loyalty endures, steadfast and true.

"let this feast in honor stand a gathering
wrought by timeless hand, where   kin  of
midnight’s shadowed  line  celebrate   in
darkened  shine!” (...)

                              ────── 〔✿〕──────

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    🪶.. )  with reverent heart
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ                @TheEldraeth

⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 🐺 THROUGH THE DENSE THICKETS
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ A SYMPHONY OF HOWL RESONATES ─┄ 🫀

‣ . . A timeless call riseth from the gold-eyed guardians of twilight, noble beings hallowed by the Moon’s gentle blessing, who wander forth in solemn grace seeking the tender shapes of Sire and Dame, the steadfast arms of Uncle and Aunt, and the guiding light of the Elder Sibling whose wisdom shineth as dawn upon the darkened vale; and lo, their dusken howls ascend unto the firmament, a hymn of longing and remembrance, yearning not for dominion but for hearth and kin, where blood and bond are twined as roots beneath the ancient oak, till at last they find the family writ for them by fate beneath the eternal watch of twilight's silver flame.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE HOWLING CROWN
⠀ ⠀ between 1980-1995
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE DUSKBLADE REGENT
⠀ ⠀ between 1996-1998
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✶. THE WARG HEIR
⠀ ⠀ between 1999-2002

Wandering through the emerald expanse, they stray ‘neath ancient boughs and o’er meandering streams, ascending rugged hills and shadowed crags, in search of kindred souls with whom to share both mirth and dole. The forest, in hushed breath, whispereth timeless tales of unity and fate, bidding them press onward upon their sacred quest for bond and belonging. Yet the hand of the muse remaineth veiled, her name unspoken, her countenance hidden, that mystery may ever guide their steps beneath the silent watch of the Moon. Hearken, ye who feel the stir of the Moon’s call within thy breast. If thou wouldst seek thy place amidst the kin of twilight and prove thy worth as child of the wolf, then step forth without fear. Enter the sacred hall prepared for the choosing, wherein thy spirit shall be weighed and thy courage known. Follow the path through this gate → {nd be reckon'd among those who dare to claim the blood and bond of the Wolfkind}

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Duskveil Horizon,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow