UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
“True despair is for the weak, even if I never live to be the strongest, that’s just because I was never meant to me. I don’t care if I will be the strongest or not, my quest is just a goal.” He finally looks to the man, his eyes somehow filled with fiery emptiness.
The man stares at him, as if observing his very soul. His own eyes are like peering into the abyss, terrifying yet comforting
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*As long as it doesn’t violate the rules, we don’t care*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
a leviathan like person with bioluminescent markings and a lure glides into the dome, air trailing behind them. after getting about forty feet in the dome, their glide instantly stops, and they cast fly then descend to the ground
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
“True despair is for the weak, even if I never live to be the strongest, that’s just because I was never meant to me. I don’t care if I will be the strongest or not, my quest is just a goal.” He finally looks to the man, his eyes somehow filled with fiery emptiness.
The man stares at him, as if observing his very soul. His own eyes are like peering into the abyss, terrifying yet comforting
He doesn’t turn from the man, looking silently into his eyes, just waiting for him to say something, no fear in his face.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
“True despair is for the weak, even if I never live to be the strongest, that’s just because I was never meant to me. I don’t care if I will be the strongest or not, my quest is just a goal.” He finally looks to the man, his eyes somehow filled with fiery emptiness.
The man stares at him, as if observing his very soul. His own eyes are like peering into the abyss, terrifying yet comforting
He doesn’t turn from the man, looking silently into his eyes, just waiting for him to say something, no fear in his face.
His frown returns, as the weight of some invisible force weighs down on him “Say. Your. Name.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
a leviathan like person with bioluminescent markings and a lure glides into the dome, air trailing behind them. after getting about forty feet in the dome, their glide instantly stops, and they cast fly then descend to the ground
The man watches the newcomer, the frown not leaving his face
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
UN NUEVO RETADOR SE ACERCA (A new challenger approaches)
A slender yet muscular male enters the dome. He has fairly short, messy black hair, pale white skin, a black upper lip, and green eyes with small slit-shaped pupils, similar to a cat's. Part of his hair fall between his eyes. He wears a white jacket, black sash, and a white hakama, with a sheathed sword at his left side. A object seemingly made of bone lies on the top-left side of his head, forming a broken horned helmet.
They sense a monster following after them, although at first they do not see them. They see a person, muscular with sharp features, toned to perfection. His hair is completely Jet black, he appears to be around his late 20s, his hair split down the top of the middle, sharp at the edges. His aura feels like being hunted as they move past them, no visible weapons on him, not even claws.
The man’s perpetual frown disappears slightly, looking interested “Who are you?”
He looks to him, his hands in his pockets, looking tired at the man “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got people to kill right now.”
“Disrespectful. You remind me of someone in a way. Who are you. That is not a request.”
“I don’t care about respect, I don’t care who I remind you of, I don’t what you have to ask.” He begins walking inside.
His frown returns, this time in annoyance “What would it take for you to answer? Torture? Power? Money?”
“You’re wasting my time with things I don’t care about, torture means nothing, I’m strong enough, and money means nothing to the strongest.” He begins attacking people, brutalizing them with martial arts.
“You’re far from the strongest.” He appears right behind him, whispering into his ear
He shrugs “Don’t care, I will be, and I’ll do it without the help from crumps like you.” He continues brutalizing people in minimal hits.
His frown disappears, replaced with a sick smile “You will never be the strongest. Your quest will show you how pathetic you truly are. And then, you will know true despair.”
“True despair is for the weak, even if I never live to be the strongest, that’s just because I was never meant to me. I don’t care if I will be the strongest or not, my quest is just a goal.” He finally looks to the man, his eyes somehow filled with fiery emptiness.
The man stares at him, as if observing his very soul. His own eyes are like peering into the abyss, terrifying yet comforting
He doesn’t turn from the man, looking silently into his eyes, just waiting for him to say something, no fear in his face.
His frown returns, as the weight of some invisible force weighs down on him “Say. Your. Name.”
He looks into the void that is his eyes, putting his hands back into his pockets “Fine. Garou, the hero hunting monster.”
The pressure disappears “Hardly a monster. Ulquiorra Cifer. La cuarta Espada.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The pressure disappears “Hardly a monster. Ulquiorra Cifer. La cuarta Espada.”
He smiles at him, absolutely sickeningly evil “You think you’re more of a monster yourself? Adorable.”
“Very much. You’re human after all.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*I feel like making a member of the Espada now, but everyone’s Bankai’s are so broken or so trash that I don’t know who to pick.*
*Grimmjow Jaegerjaques perhaps?*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*I feel like making a member of the Espada now, but everyone’s Bankai’s are so broken or so trash that I don’t know who to pick.*
*Grimmjow Jaegerjaques perhaps?*
*Grimmjow is a good option, might pick him. When that thread droppin for UndeadUnluck?*
*When I finish redoing the op*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The pressure disappears “Hardly a monster. Ulquiorra Cifer. La cuarta Espada.”
He smiles at him, absolutely sickeningly evil “You think you’re more of a monster yourself? Adorable.”
“Very much. You’re human after all.”
He raises an eyebrow, taking in a deep breath, “You haven’t seen me hunt.” *Dont have a sheet to fight yet.*
“I’ve been watching you. It’s unimpressive.” *No problem*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The pressure disappears “Hardly a monster. Ulquiorra Cifer. La cuarta Espada.”
He smiles at him, absolutely sickeningly evil “You think you’re more of a monster yourself? Adorable.”
“Very much. You’re human after all.”
He raises an eyebrow, taking in a deep breath, “You haven’t seen me hunt.” *Dont have a sheet to fight yet.*
“I’ve been watching you. It’s unimpressive.” *No problem*
He scoffs “That sounds like a lie to me, if I beat you then you’ll be pathetic. Why are you even wasting your time talking to me then.”
“You’re…interesting.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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The man stares at him, as if observing his very soul. His own eyes are like peering into the abyss, terrifying yet comforting
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*are we allowed to start at any level?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*As long as it doesn’t violate the rules, we don’t care*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
a leviathan like person with bioluminescent markings and a lure glides into the dome, air trailing behind them. after getting about forty feet in the dome, their glide instantly stops, and they cast fly then descend to the ground
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He doesn’t turn from the man, looking silently into his eyes, just waiting for him to say something, no fear in his face.
His frown returns, as the weight of some invisible force weighs down on him “Say. Your. Name.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
The man watches the newcomer, the frown not leaving his face
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He looks into the void that is his eyes, putting his hands back into his pockets “Fine. Garou, the hero hunting monster.”
*Cut*
The pressure disappears “Hardly a monster. Ulquiorra Cifer. La cuarta Espada.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He smiles at him, absolutely sickeningly evil “You think you’re more of a monster yourself? Adorable.”
*I feel like making a member of the Espada now, but everyone’s Bankai’s are so broken or so trash that I don’t know who to pick.*
“Very much. You’re human after all.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Grimmjow Jaegerjaques perhaps?*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Grimmjow is a good option, might pick him. When that thread droppin for UndeadUnluck?*
He raises an eyebrow, taking in a deep breath, “You haven’t seen me hunt.” *Dont have a sheet to fight yet.*
*When I finish redoing the op*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I’ve been watching you. It’s unimpressive.” *No problem*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Why? Just because of the suggestion I had?*
He scoffs “That sounds like a lie to me, if I beat you then you’ll be pathetic. Why are you even wasting your time talking to me then.”
“You’re…interesting.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow