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𝑨𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑺
Joined August 2023
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“Today is green juice day. May we all prosper and be healthier for it.” Taking a sip from his glass he immediately projects it toward a pale wall. Leaving a putrid green dripping down it. “Crikey—who drinks this stuff? I’m going to grab a beer.”
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...- These thick poles of light. His skin slowly charred away as the rest of it melts from his bones. Although he could have turned, swam away, a part of him felt like this was exactly what he deserved. -...
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...- he said. There’s a moment of a pause from Vulko who’s hesitant now to anger his liege further. Though he is quick to state, “I meant Garth.. 𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚.” Backing away, Curry collects himself. Clearing his throat, almost ashamed, his eyes darted to the marble floor. -...
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...- “I see—let him in.” That was the only person at this time he felt like talking to. Of course they hadn’t left on the most amicable of terms. Arthur was forced to fight his longest pupil to the death for the sake of his youngest. Undoubtedly… it created a ripple.
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ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ — ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪꜱ POSEIDONIS - ROYAL PALACE 4:48 ( Closed Starter )
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...- It’s more aggressive in its call, like when your parents beckon you downstairs after you've messed up badly. Anger spiked in the now deeper and more ferocious, confrontational cry. Suddenly rays beam down on top of Arthur. -...
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...- The black curdling mass in the sky opens two velvet eyes. Shining bright and deeply as they stare down at Arthur. “No.” His eyes widen dreadfully, letting go of some heavy pants as this familiar face just watches him float away. “𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧!” -...
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...- ‘𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳’ the voice chimes again. “Yes… come to me,” Arthur pleads weakly. Though whomever called for him, the ominous voice turned more sinister. Letting out a baleful hiss. -...
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...- Arthur raises an arm, watching as crimson runs down his muscle lines and seep between his fingers that claw up above for something or 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 else. An eclipse unfolds as the sun turns into this black mass. Curry has trouble processing it as his eyes come to adjust.-
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Arthur would be laying on top of the water, flat like a boat. Pelicans fly overhead and his gold wavy locks expand outwards. The tides are blood red, the skies orange. A whisper calls out to him. ‘𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳’ they mutter, indistinctly. “M-.. mera?” -...
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