seeing ppl you follow rb their art is like I haven't seen that before thank god it wasn't lost to the depths of the dashboard ❗❗ or yippee I get to see that again!! 😊💘🌸❣ but reblogging your own art feels like i will kill you immediately and you will die. by ten thousand knifes.

They say in dreams, you can't make new faces. Your brain can't comprehend it, so it'll copy or mix faces from people you know or watch.

The sound of drums hits Kameto's ears before anything else. His eyes open, and it's to a dark pit, in front of him were wooden doors. He panted, alone in the dark and staring at the door, a wooden sword in his hand.

He was an adult now, he escaped this, why is he back here. The announcer's voice echoed in the tiny room Kameto was trapped in, and god he hated it. A place for hybrids to fight to the death and they couldn't even build the damn thing right.

The door opened, and there in front of Kameto stood a young boy. His blond hair was long and tangled, and his feathers were unkept for the most part, his small - too small, this is a child and his wings are small - wings were dirty and crooked.

Kameto breathed heavily. This child, with glaring green eyes, was staring him down like Kameto had personally killed his entire family.

"Birdie, I need you to listen to me-" His hand reached out, only to watch as a younger version of himself walking through him, going to the boy.

He couldn't stop him, the door closed on him and he turned in his panic.

They say the Devil sits on his throne with a smug look. They also say he uses a fiddle, but who would correct the devil?

A black throne, a person with a cougar head and blue fur and wings and horns, three eyes and pink lightning bolts like tear tracks down his cheeks. The flame between his horn ignites and he opens his eyes - all three eyes - to look at Kameto.

It takes the man on the throne a moment, two, three, to speak. "What I want to know is why you're still here." The man shrugs, and Kameto feels a force push him down onto his knees. "You know, your buddy- the one under Lady Death? He's out there. And you're in... here. I can only do so much when you run off to find- whoever knows what."

The man stands, and Kameto shrinks even further in on himself. "I can't get you out. I kind of don't want to, I mean- you couldn't even kill that Baghera girl when you finished that war! And now Philza's here and you still can't do anything?"

The man shakes his head, chuckles lowly, and looks away. He waves his hand and that's the last thing Kameto sees.

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the reason i dont post character analysis v often is that i have a crippling fear of posting smth even slightly wrong so whenever i try i usually delete the post in 3 seconds. but if it werent for that itd be over for you bitches

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