________▌█ ☢ Demonique ☢ xxxxxxxxxxxx☆ → Keeper of Time ☆ xxxxxxxxxxx ✗ Allistair ✗ This world. Is mine for the taking
I'll strip it to the bone.
Til there's nothing left for the buzzards.
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Nothing, not even enough for the maggots to call theirs.
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Allistair frowned upon coming into the area of the Broken Tower. Not even the smallest trace of Eximo Octava Caelem. The guy was crafty and ellusive. He was a fool to openly state his true purpose or was it for that apart of his plan as well. To cause a bit of anarchy and chaos in the ranks of the Eximo and Dios. He crossed his arms at his chest, the fragment of his mask dangling from his neck like a chain as he moved. He glared at the structure before him. Angry at how they were chasing this guy around Hueco Mundo. While they were supposed to be slaughtering the Rebeldes. He sighed, taking a calming breath before vanishing once more. The sound of the sky booming in his wake. There were still other places for him to check.
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█Current form: Normal ▌Current Condition: Calm ▌Target Desired: None █
Enjoy your days well.
Whats yours is mine.
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Whats mine is mine.
There's nothing for you. O O C ;
Exit Menos Forest
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