The sound of that wretched voice quickly earned his boiling attention, blood and seawater racing within, the anger fueling murderous instincts. He faced the very subject of the matter. ‶ Viego. ʺ He uttered the spoke under a low growl, voicing disdain.

| Shit, Pyke's favorite fish getting ruined would be enough reason to slap Viego's name on the list.

| I really hope they do this for all the Sentinels involved. I really want to see more and how they'll involve tbe unlikeliest of individuals to join their band.

| rip to my dying oc

akshan. #𝑁𝑎𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑎’𝑠 indie portrayal of the rogue sentinel. #lolrp ♡ & ↺ ?

Hell.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ death is something no one ㅤ ㅤ should play with ⸝ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝕷𝕺𝖁𝕰 ╱ ㅤㅤㅤ𓆰𝐼𝑆𝛳𝐿𝐷𝛴 ㅤㅤ𝑅𝑂𝑌𝐴𝐿 𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑀𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑆.ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

I like 'em screaming while they drown.

Keep runnin', I know where this harpoon's going.

Ain't the first time but it won't be the last.

To relive that moment, there was dread— no, despair—then there was anger; boiling, hot rage that had him wave the blade in the air, projecting the ungodly malice he deeply wished to do unto that wretched man. ‶ Ever been kicked out of your own body before, girl? ʺ Pyke turned.

Blood in the water, drowning mass, the frenzy swarmed. I watched, much like how they did when it was me.

Every man pays a price for something; I'm here to collect it.

| I've roleplayed god knows how many champs at this point and I have the audacity to contemplate flipping Pyke cuz idk if I'm doing it right 'nymore.