INSÖMNIA
RICH KID ASSHOLE PAINT ME AS A VILLAIN

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a corrupted juggernaut built for brute strength and the ability to physically crush her opponents lay wake among the ruins of what used to be a settlement to a home of badgers or even monstrous beings like herself. her stature proposed of carnal lithium's - beneath her corporeal embodiment were fixtures of comforting and yet imperium sovereignty muscles. insömnia basked in the welcoming haven that shielded her from the inflaming sol hovering above their domes. she was in no dire need for it's encompassing toxins, therefore she succeeded in her refuge under the dawning shades of abyss. the mighty embryos of infused green lanterns scanned the oasis that orbited around her vessel, her mask was a cross between wrath and gluttony but rarely ever did the sin of envy deceive her facial features.

validated, in her own heinous way and her immoral sense of self preservation made this narcotic deprived damsel a little off set due to the fact that she was noxious in the lands of alacritia. her sinful zephyr acid swept through the cracks of the breeze current as it carried distasteful redolence's. the totem of a goliath strained her muscle fractions in an upright position so that she was able to stretch the stiffness that rendered her muscles numb. seclusion's assets were pressed against the bark of a tree, mindlessly staring out into the chasm of endless factions of woodland foundations. everywhere she looked she was shrouded in mother nature's misery, in fact she could barely hear the wails and weeping melodies of creatures dying to the sound of death playing his trumpet - she felt intoxicated by the crushing of bones that could be heard from miles out.

fatality was like ghosts in the snow, choked by their own abominations and precautions whilst the woman's persecution was her valor to such monstrosities and the frigid lass was no stranger to violence. she's seen things, terrible things, some that were executed by her own wrath and vanity. her avarice was presumptuous, albeit betwixt her raging demons she could feel her inner goddess -- asking for forgiveness at the stature of the roman gods. the forsaken burdens and tragedies that the feminine has buried deep within the core are shackles more so than armor, therefore she renders her metallic plates to sunder and her very essence was caked in blood, death and betrayal -- the aroma of a rotten corpus plummeting down upon her. no formality, no redemption and surely no subtle reincarnation with herself let alone the beast inside whom rages beneath the cloak of a carnivore queen; only coming out when it's puppet master deems suitable for it's climatic chaos.

such a beautiful monster, all draped in ravishing muscles yet tainted with choleric cataclysm.

In all of his time as a wanderer, Laufey had never been this far south. There was much to see here and while it was all new and different, much reminded him of the lands he was used to. These woods, for example. Up north they had a doppelganger by the name of Soulless Forest. The only thing missing here was the mist. Unimpressed with it all, Laufey had flopped down beside the base of a gnarled and bent tree to rest. In silence he watched as a fae arrived and in silence he regarded her. To reveal himself or not to? He wasn't exactly hidden where he was at, but as far as he could tell, his presence had gone unnoticed. Well, it didn't hurt any, did it? His mind made up, the surly giant rolled until his paws were under him and he was laying on his belly instead of his side. Roughly he grunted, "Lost?"

INSÖMNIA
RICH KID ASSHOLE PAINT ME AS A VILLAIN

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being self-preserved the demoness reacted quite hastily toward the lad. the creature was designed formally as a knight in shining armor, his mighty attire certainly knew no bounds. the wicked titan was tickled by his reckoning, redeeming his entry with the utmost decency and albeit she was convinced that he was more-so an ally than a foe - there was still one angry monster prowling the depths of her mind. with little to no regards to his status and how he held himself with such pride beneath withering muscles, she analyzed first before proceeding to address the hound. oh no, um.. well. i might be, i'm new to the lands and not quite familiar with them just yet. her cheshire grin was neither licked with gluttony or envy, but something along the lines of wrath and maybe even pride. her claws inverted their harsh journey through the endless cavern of rooted soil and thick woven layers of dirt. her stout defense was nonetheless impeccable as she cross walked over the tree's lumber and halted just before the other wolf, her fragments pursing and shifting as she waltzed - every toned detail and redefined amulet in her bodice was impacted ten times the normal amount a kindly grey wolf should carry; giving her that masculine appeal. than she noticed she hadn't taken the time to pronounce her name to the brute, whence in due time allowing her koi's to shape around the hook of her alias. oh, where are my manners. the names insömnia. mind if i ask of yours?

It seemed he startled her. The thought amused him and brought the faintest of smirks to his lips. She seemed flustered; stuttering out a response and then contradicting it. New to these lands or Alacritia as a whole? The giant himself was new to these parts, but he'd spent his whole life in the northern continent and new it well. Amusement lacing his voice, he asked, "You don't know if you're lost?" The unknown woman recovered and fearlessly stepped closer. Laufey's amusement grew. Few approached him with such ease. He cut an imposing figure and with the exception of his sister, the brute had never seen another who shared his height. Often when he met someone new he was regarded with suspicion and while it had confused him when he was a yearling, he'd grown to take that reaction with more than a little smugness on his part. Insomnia. Hm. Interesting. Dipping his head in a sharp nod that was meant to be polite, he grunted, "Nah. Name's Laufey, miss."