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”Show Us All Again, That Our Hands Are Unclean. That We're Unprepared, That You Have What We Need.”【The Blacksmith】(Fairy Tail) (OC)『#GodOfSpeed』

Joined April 2017
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And If I Become A Demon, Then So Be It... —𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈!
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"Ah... It's been far too long."
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"The fires of 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 burn bright on this fine day."
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Ryuji Kurokawa. retweeted
"No matter how much i've changed, i will never become afraid. Mother. Father, are you watching me?" [Hybrid Soul: Artemis] [Daughter of the Tetsu Lineage]
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"My unending quest goes on."
Heart of ember, autumntide. Cooling swiftly, bleeding light. Smold'ring softly, biding time. Marching forward, left behind. Fire as shadows clash, Forgotten footfalls engraved in ash, Fire will be repaid, 'Fore our echoes begin to fade
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The Fires of 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 burn hot today.
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These hands are those of 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚.
Nap under a tree? Nap under a tree.
|| I was gonna have him just fuck around with her for a minute but she'd fucking destroy him lmao
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Eventually, the journey of the cloaked man brought him to a place called Oak Town, home to the Seraphs Chamber guild. While the Guild itself did not interest the man, the guildhall did. A floating library above the town... Fascinating. It caught his interest, he felt the --
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-- need to investigate it. Only to satiate his own curiosity. He stood on the outskirts of the town, head tilted up to gaze upon the floating library. Muttering to himself. "I wonder how they're doing it... Air magic, perhaps?" [@HonorboundBlade]
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Metallic clinking echoed from the cloaked individual. Face concealed by the hood of the cloak, as was the armor one could obviously hear. The man had no intended destination. He simply walked in a direction, allowing fate to simply guide him on his journey. A Journey that he --
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-- himself was unsure of it's purpose. Only that wandering was the path set before him.