CHECK UNDER YOUR BED. i'M ON THE CEILING.: DeadHead shakes his head. “I don’t think you can. He might be under a...
DeadHead shakes his head. “I don’t think you can. He might be under a lot of stress but he won’t snap.” DeadHead tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Why do you eat them?” A pause. “The Angels I mean. Why eat them?”Why not? I have to eat to survive, as do the shadows. So hey why…
*he partially lifted up his mask to speak again* There’s really nothing like eating something alive is there? Like you said the kicking, thrashing but what about the threats? Those empty threats they scream as they’re already doomed. That has to be one of my favourite parts *he smiled at Dead Head* I like you. You’re good. Stick around.
DeadHead shrugs. “I couldn’t give less of a fuck what they scream at me, as long as I got to eat, I was fine.” Ark walks back into the room looking around for something. HEY, DEADHEAD, WHERE ARE MY KEYS? DeadHead shrugs. “I thought you left them on the table…” He giggles. I THOUGHT I DID TOO….
DeadHead shakes his head. “I don’t think you can. He might be under a lot of stress but he won’t snap.” DeadHead tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Why do you eat them?” A pause. “The Angels I mean. Why eat them?”Why not? I have to eat to survive, as do the shadows. So hey why not catch and eat some of the easiest prey to catch *he smiled at DeadHead* It’s not fun if I can’t break him, is there atleast a pressure point for him? Something that I’ll get a few laughs from?
DeadHead shakes his head. “There is nothing that you can do. He’s level headed. Close to the ground. Nothing can drive him off the edge.” DeadHead then chuckles. “You sound like me when I was in the Asylum. Wonderful place. Really. It was. I ate the other inmates. Raw. They were great. Screamed. Thrashed.”
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CHECK UNDER YOUR BED. i'M ON THE CEILING.: Ark smiles. MY EX WIFE. I LOVED HER DEARLY. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT...
Ark smiles. MY EX WIFE. I LOVED HER DEARLY. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO LIVE, DAY BY DAY, KNOWING THAT YOUR FIRST LOVE HATES YOUR VERY BEING. SHE’S STILL A LIVE AND SHE HATES ME. DeadHead grabs Ark and holds him back. Ark does nothing but let out a little laugh. AND WHO ARE YOU…
*he turned to DeadHead and shrugged* Heard screams, thought hey someone’s in trouble. Should investigate then the hobo king was here screaming his fucking lungs out *he smirked at him* I prefer you over him. He’s too shouty, bit irritating. I guess I need to gain a tolerance for it *he shrugged and adjusted his hoodie* Think I can make him snap?
DeadHead shakes his head. “I don’t think you can. He might be under a lot of stress but he won’t snap.” DeadHead tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Why do you eat them?” A pause. “The Angels I mean. Why eat them?”
Ark smiles. MY EX WIFE. I LOVED HER DEARLY. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO LIVE, DAY BY DAY, KNOWING THAT YOUR FIRST LOVE HATES YOUR VERY BEING. SHE’S STILL A LIVE AND SHE HATES ME. DeadHead grabs Ark and holds him back. Ark does nothing but let out a little laugh. AND WHO ARE YOU TO TALK? WHAT? A LOWER DEMON? A SHADOW WALKER? WHAT? DeadHead tightens his grip. “Ark. No.”
*he grinned and stretched* No I don’t know how that feels. It’s so lovely to hear that you someone oh so dearly and they hate your very being *he laughed and looked around at the trees* I’m no Demon, you think demons have skin this smooth? Because they do. Seriously some are scales and all that jazz and others are just so smooth *he chuckled lifting up his mask to speak clearly* I’m a shadow holder, except I’m bonded with them on a higher level then most. Not what you’d expect from a low class angel is it? *he grinned showing his sharp teeth lined with the flesh of his kin* Are you upset lil’ Arky?
Ark giggles and claps his hands together. NOT AT ALL! He turns to go into a different room and pokes his head out. I’LL BE A FEW MINUTES. He disappears into a different room. DeadHead says nothing and pulls his coat on himself tightly. He sways a bit and takes a deep breath. “So why are you here?”
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CHECK UNDER YOUR BED. i'M ON THE CEILING.: *Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering...
DeadHead shrugs. “He was Satan for a while….” He pauses. “In a way he was… Not a good creature….” Ark chuckles a bit and looks over to Grim. WHAT MORALS? I ATE THE DEAD BODIES AND ANYONE WHO WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK THAT I WAS THERE TO SAVE THEM… He grins. DER ENGEL DER HOLLE. He chuckles again. THE ANGEL OF HELL.
*Grim laughs and steps closer to Ark* Bitch you aren’t no angel and you aren’t from hell. You’re just a shell of a being that is tasked with holding something they have trouble with. Did you ever have someone to love or care about? Or did you know that one day you’d kill them, destroy them, annihilate them? That one person who you’d want to spend your life with and you’ll be the one who kills them *he started to grin* You can’t believe how happy it makes me knowing that. *he flicked Arks forehead and started to chuckle* You’re pretty damn useless aren’t cha?((I’m sorry he’s such a bitch :cnot sorry))
Ark smiles. MY EX WIFE. I LOVED HER DEARLY. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO LIVE, DAY BY DAY, KNOWING THAT YOUR FIRST LOVE HATES YOUR VERY BEING. SHE’S STILL A LIVE AND SHE HATES ME. DeadHead grabs Ark and holds him back. Ark does nothing but let out a little laugh. AND WHO ARE YOU TO TALK? WHAT? A LOWER DEMON? A SHADOW WALKER? WHAT? DeadHead tightens his grip. “Ark. No.”
CHECK UNDER YOUR BED. i'M ON THE CEILING.: *Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering...
*Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering cookies to my grandma and on the way there a big bad wolf tried to get me, I out ran it easily and made it to my grandmas but the wolf made it there before me and he ate my grandma whole! He dressed up like her but I knew it…
*Grim looked at DeadHead and smirked behind his mask* Of course I do, they’re a cult. I think I read about them, their practices was nothing of interest so I carried on… Come to think of it that was 150 years ago.. How time flies *he laughed thinking back before smiling at them both happily* Sooo did you guys skip around during the world wars? Pretty fun. Humans do make some of the best inventions, lovely race *he turned to them and lifted his mask up a little and chewed a cookie* Well. These are disgusting. *he threw the rest on the ground and slid his mask back down* So can I tag along with you guys, maybe I can get some more food.
DeadHead shrugs. “Suit yourself..” Then he added. “They think that Ark is their Satan.” He chuckles a bit. “It would be hilarious if they weren’t so fucking serious with it.” Ark sits up and pulls on a black coat. I WAS AROUND DURING THE WORLD WARS. DEADHEAD WAS STILL IN AN ASYLUM… I WENT INTO THE DEATH CAMPS AND HAD MYSELF A GRAND OLD TIME…
*Grim twitched and looked at Ark* Well your grand time better have been freeing those trapped there and killing those fascist bastards otherwise our morals are certainly going to clash. An no offence you don’t look like much of a fighter. *he smirked at him before turning to DeadHead* That actually sounds pretty funny, the cross eyed man being satan. How stupid.
DeadHead shrugs. “He was Satan for a while….” He pauses. “In a way he was… Not a good creature….” Ark chuckles a bit and looks over to Grim. WHAT MORALS? I ATE THE DEAD BODIES AND ANYONE WHO WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO THINK THAT I WAS THERE TO SAVE THEM… He grins. DER ENGEL DER HOLLE. He chuckles again. THE ANGEL OF HELL.
CHECK UNDER YOUR BED. i'M ON THE CEILING.: *Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering...
*Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering cookies to my grandma and on the way there a big bad wolf tried to get me, I out ran it easily and made it to my grandmas but the wolf made it there before me and he ate my grandma whole! He dressed up like her but I knew it…
*Grim looked at DeadHead and smirked behind his mask* Of course I do, they’re a cult. I think I read about them, their practices was nothing of interest so I carried on… Come to think of it that was 150 years ago.. How time flies *he laughed thinking back before smiling at them both happily* Sooo did you guys skip around during the world wars? Pretty fun. Humans do make some of the best inventions, lovely race *he turned to them and lifted his mask up a little and chewed a cookie* Well. These are disgusting. *he threw the rest on the ground and slid his mask back down* So can I tag along with you guys, maybe I can get some more food.
DeadHead shrugs. “Suit yourself..” Then he added. “They think that Ark is their Satan.” He chuckles a bit. “It would be hilarious if they weren’t so fucking serious with it.” Ark sits up and pulls on a black coat. I WAS AROUND DURING THE WORLD WARS. DEADHEAD WAS STILL IN AN ASYLUM… I WENT INTO THE DEATH CAMPS AND HAD MYSELF A GRAND OLD TIME…
*Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering cookies to my grandma and on the way there a big bad wolf tried to get me, I out ran it easily and made it to my grandmas but the wolf made it there before me and he ate my grandma whole! He dressed up like her but I knew it wasn’t her so I tore its head off and helped my grandma out of his stomach before tearing her head off aswell. And long story short the special ingredient to my cookies is flesh. Want one? *he got the shadows to fetch him some cookies and held it out to them* You can still taste grandma!
Ark shrugs and takes a cookie. He bites into his and throws the rest of it. WELL THEN. DeadHead sits up on a table and starts to go through some books. ANYTHING ON THE EYES? DeadHead shakes his head. “They were gone for centuries and all of the sudden they come through like this? Why?” DeadHead looks over at Grim. “Do you know what the Cult of Eyes is?”
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Welcome to blood and bites: to-the-ark-operator: ask-pandelle-and-venom: to-the-ark-operator: Ark...
Ark shakes his head, some hair getting in his face. PEOPLE CAN GREET YOU AND SAY HELLO WITHOUT KNOWING YOU. IT’S JUST A NICE THING TO DO, YOU KNOW?
“oh..das weirds”she snickers putting her hands over…
Ark takes a deep breath as they head into the park. YOU’RE GOING TO LOVE IT HERE.
98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
though a well known fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living instead off his monthly state pension of 80 euros.
there’s still good in this world
