𝗔𝗿-𝗚𝗵𝗼𝗱𝗮

"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙊𝙧𝙘 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚..! ... 𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮." 𝘼 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝... 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙚.

Hoh? Now all of a sudden, securing his own defense against claims as outrageous as her own marks him as some sort of vengeance-lusting lunatic? He shall find no damns to be had, not while his own pride remains at stake by pervert-seeking fools as yourself.

// New phone, who dis–.

// Doing this to get interest going back on my good ol' Orc boy.

*𝙏𝙒𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃...* The Uroki's attempts of celibacy once again seems to has reached its 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁. That monstrous thing has already pressed up against the reader... " . . . " Hardly a word from Ar-Ghoda's mouth, heavy, hot breaths blowing from above.

. . . He focused a bit too hard on a plane beyond his ability to comprehend in his rituals... ... Where in the name of the gods did he get transported to–?

The night of Samhain, All-Hallows Eve, the moment from where the two worlds of man & spirit collide for just that long, dreary moon's domain. Such is the times for shamans such as Ar-Ghoda to prepare. The spirit-world's all-encompassing power provides opportunity for... Rituals.

" ... Bless you."