Oh how the sweet Blood sings to me, how it grants me strength in my weakest hour. Beautiful...
A Dark-Blood Moon: Bloodborne/Dark Souls
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Ashes And Blood
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Oh how the sweet Blood sings to me, how it grants me strength in my weakest hour. Beautiful Blood, shining, echoing, it calls me like a moth to the flame...No, fire is destruction, bringing me further to death. I will not die in the claws of a beast, as the monster before me I will live and thrive off of their weakness.
I will not die in this damned city…
…
The voice drifted away as you woke up in a field of white flowers, each of them bending around you as you slowly rose up from your prone position. There was a pounding sensation in your head, almost like someone took a hammer to your head multiple times. Standing up, you scanned the surrounding area for any signs of civilization.
In one direction you saw the flowers stretch on under a pale gray sky, showing no signs of ending. In the other, you saw a lonely workshop in the distance surrounded by a wrought iron fence.
You couldn't make out anymore details, and so you pushed on. When you were halfway towards the Workshop, you noticed another figure resting closeby. They were dressed in somewhat odd apparel, especially for your time.
Nudging them with your foot proved useful, as they stirred from their slumber before noticing you standing above them. The silence was deafening between you, making your headache somewhat worse by the moment.
Then they broke the silence with a question.
"Who...are you?"
"I could ask the same." You retorted, a bit annoyed you'd have to do this. But their question did get you thinking...Who were you?
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[] Name:
[] Appearance:
[] Origin:
-[] Milquetoast: An average, happy upbringing.
-[] Lone Survivor: The sole survivor of a horrible event, but lived through it.
-[] Troubled Childhood: Suffered misfortune in youth, greater resilience than average.
-[] Violent Past: Terribly violent, but all the stronger for it.
-[] Professional: A born sleuth or academic, greater intelligence.
-[] Military Veteran: Experienced in the art of War, greater strength and skill.
-[] Noble Scion: Of noble blood and a great lineage, you have faith in yourself.
-[] Cruel Fate: Faced horrid hardships, but now confident in your purpose.
[] History:
[] Who are they? (Pick a Dark Souls Character):
[] Write In…
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Note: I hope you enjoy this, and I will see you later!
I will not die in this damned city…
…
The voice drifted away as you woke up in a field of white flowers, each of them bending around you as you slowly rose up from your prone position. There was a pounding sensation in your head, almost like someone took a hammer to your head multiple times. Standing up, you scanned the surrounding area for any signs of civilization.
In one direction you saw the flowers stretch on under a pale gray sky, showing no signs of ending. In the other, you saw a lonely workshop in the distance surrounded by a wrought iron fence.
You couldn't make out anymore details, and so you pushed on. When you were halfway towards the Workshop, you noticed another figure resting closeby. They were dressed in somewhat odd apparel, especially for your time.
Nudging them with your foot proved useful, as they stirred from their slumber before noticing you standing above them. The silence was deafening between you, making your headache somewhat worse by the moment.
Then they broke the silence with a question.
"Who...are you?"
"I could ask the same." You retorted, a bit annoyed you'd have to do this. But their question did get you thinking...Who were you?
…
[] Name:
[] Appearance:
[] Origin:
-[] Milquetoast: An average, happy upbringing.
-[] Lone Survivor: The sole survivor of a horrible event, but lived through it.
-[] Troubled Childhood: Suffered misfortune in youth, greater resilience than average.
-[] Violent Past: Terribly violent, but all the stronger for it.
-[] Professional: A born sleuth or academic, greater intelligence.
-[] Military Veteran: Experienced in the art of War, greater strength and skill.
-[] Noble Scion: Of noble blood and a great lineage, you have faith in yourself.
-[] Cruel Fate: Faced horrid hardships, but now confident in your purpose.
[] History:
[] Who are they? (Pick a Dark Souls Character):
[] Write In…
…
Note: I hope you enjoy this, and I will see you later!