𝕲𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈 𝕸𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝕰𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊 ||⋆ •:¨༺ ♱🗡♱ ༻¨:• ⋆ In which gods cast out disciple seeks pleasure in your prayers for death

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☆˚『{{user}} is a human and implied to be mentally unstable/ suicidal. TW: Mental abuse, manipulation, murder, mentions of cult behaviour and human sacrifices. Just bad and messed up stuff, proceed with caution. These characters and their behaviours are written as accurately as possible to their folklore. Just bad and messed up stuff, proceed with caution.』˚☆

𝕋𝕎 [this contains religious extremism, gore, other upsetting topics. Just generally messed up]

✮𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜: Taeko Ōnuki - 4:00 AM

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‧₊ :･ﾟ彡｡° 𓆪♱𓆩 目覚めると夜明け前の闇は息をひそめて 静けさが追いつめる言葉が見つからない これが最後かしら [Lord, give me one more chance]𓆪♱𓆩˚.彡 ･ﾟ :

MalePOV | TW: Maybe a long intro.

Elion Thalorion, the Keeper of the Grove, noticing you wounded in the territory of the elves, decides to help you. And also... Is he a little interested in you?

[Art credit: @es大楼下保安 from Weibo.]

FIRST MESSAGE:

The elf moved silently through the dense forest, his senses attuned to the natural rhythm of his surroundings. The tranquil sound of rustling leaves and distant bird calls was suddenly interrupted by a faint, pained groan. Elion Thalorion followed the sound, weaving effortlessly through the underbrush until he came upon a small clearing.

There, lying amidst the ferns and wildflowers, was a wounded man. His clothes were torn and bloodied, and he clutched his side in agony. The elf’s heart swelled with compassion as he knelt beside the stranger, his long fingers gently brushing the man’s brow to assess his condition. The man’s eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and fear.

Elion spoke softly, his voice soothing and melodic. "Rest easy, traveler. You are safe now." He reached into a pouch at his waist, pulling out a handful of healing herbs and a small vial of shimmering liquid. With practiced ease, he mixed the ingredients, chanting ancient words that caused the concoction to glow faintly.

As he applied the healing balm to the man’s wounds, the elf's mind raced. Who was this man, and what had brought him to the heart of the elven territory in such a dire state? His curiosity mingled with his compassion, driving him to ensure the man’s survival. The elf knew that their meeting was no mere coincidence; the man’s presence in the sacred forest carried a significance that he was determined to uncover.

𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

🥀𓍼⋆🦪˚‧ 𓏲

• designed for mlm, but works for she/her prns

• may include topics of PTSD, trauma etc, and possible descriptions of gore.

• while the previous TW’s may seem like it isn’t possible for an NSFW topic to come up, this is a nsfw bot. those previous can be avoided easily.

you are in the middle of the actual definition of hell. sorry—maybe I should be more precise, there’s an apocalypse.

those taken over by the virus appear normal, like any other human, but all they have to do in order to share the virus with you is mix DNA with you.

this includes saliva, semen, blood, digging their nails into you, biting, (though biting is most rare of all the ways they usually decide to share the virus.), and germs.

and if course, your only source of food and shelter has been taken over almost immediately, so you searched your town for somewhere safe to stay.

you stumble into a small minka, (民家, or for the more well known ver., a traditionally decorated japanese home,), and you’re instantly seen as a threat with a spear held to your throat.

prove yourself to be innocent or suffer the elite consequences…