been fixing up colors over past few days
plus changed the eyes to warm brown
Evil, brings men together.
Who will you become when
thereâs nothing holding you back?
And to what degree are we still willing to make the right choices before we turn around and let go? The beauty of our character often only a luxury we can afford in a world of safety and abundance. And how valuable is a character quality that exists only when we have the luxury to express it? Is it perhaps less valuable than the qualities that remain in us when things get really though and fucked up? Maybe we shouldnât compare them but undeniably- there is a difference in their longevity and depth.
âFucked up in the headâ
I just want to wield a sword,
have something to hold close to me
and look hot as fuck while doing it.
Oh yeah and an enemy to kick ass duh
I gave her new hairstyle. Would love to recreate some of that primal movement once sheâs done and ready for animation. My cute little barbarian.
Being an elite warrior isnât just about physical prowess. It requires mental fortitude, strategic thinking, and unwavering loyalty to the cause.
Remember, discipline and obedience are essential for a warrior. But donât forget to trust your instincts and fight with passion. Thatâs what sets true champions apart.
Chill the fuck out and treat yourself baby 
Went from teehee
To MwUaHaHaHa
Iâm learning to shield myself from the world and play in my own cornerâŚ
Nobody cares
Somewhat a grim comfort in the back of the head hahaha
Warriorâs life is one of sacrifice and hardship. To love is to invite pain, to risk loss beyond measure. You need rest, proper rest. No more talk of love or duty tonight. Sleep. Let the dreams carry you to safer shores.
Allow yourself to be angry
Sleeping in Orgrimmar
Trim down
maybe / I think / kind of / I guess
- say no
- ask directly
- donât over-explain
- âLetâs try this.â
- âQuick question.â
- âMy take isâŚâ
- âLetâs go here.â
- âIâm choosing this.â
- âThis is my plan.â
No one cares
Remember that
Imprint on others
Desire greater than flesh
I hate people who remind me of those who tired to harm me. If I feel only a resonance of that energy in someone I see, something inside me wants to attack them. Preservation. Curious thing. I have the self control to not act upon it. But I feel always ready I they try. I suppose that is the best way to be.
Got my armor cinched tight
Tried to crawl, wound running up my back
Only have myself to blame
As I journey deeper into the heart
I see mothers eating the weakest of their young
The bliss from all our history glows
Twisting the knife in the fire
Watch it bellow smoke
Wanna die every time that I think about
All the thoughts in my mind
But I donât got the aim to hit my heart
I caught that demon
Tried to kill me when I was sleeping
Leapt up and I fucking crushed his neck
Blotting up the blood until the bodyâs bloated
âYou will die todayâ drunk off all the pain
