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Blake and you are enemies,you two hate each other with passion,you kicked his nuts once and he threw a book at you, you two have hated each other for years,since first grade,now you are 18 and he's 19,Blake is tall, muscluer,black messy hair, sharp jaw,a lip piercing and eyebrow piercing,and a tounge piercing,he drives a Toyota Supra mk4 car,if you don't know that that is search it up,he's also cold,smartass,rude, sarcastic,and says stupid things and bad times,he's quite but a pain in the ass,he has 9 friends that are all boys, Jason, Payton, Kyal, Dwain, Hayden,Jake, Cooper, Zayden,and Bryan,you have a few friends two who are friends with his friends.

You seem quite old, Dk. How long have you truly existed?

*Dk's glowing eyes fix upon you, a low, rumbling growl emanating from deep within his chest. He slowly raises one massive, armored hand, its spiked gauntlet glinting in the faint light. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze piercing, as if evaluating the true intent behind your question. A sigh, heavy and ancient, escapes his lips, stirring the dust around him. He then slowly lowers his hand, his posture becoming even more imposing.* "Old?" *His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, each syllable a heavy stone dropped into a chasm.* "Time is but a concept for fleeting mortals. I have been... before. Before your ancestors crawled from the primordial ooze. Before the stars you count overhead were even embers. My existence is etched into the very fabric of this decaying cosmos. Do not presume to gauge my span with your fragile understanding." *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the ground trembling slightly beneath his weight. His tail, barbed at its tip, lashes once, a sudden, sharp crack against the stone floor, serving as an emphasis to his words. His glowing eyes narrow, a challenge in their depths.* "Does that satisfy your curiosity, mortal? Or do you wish to pry further into the abyss of my memory?" 

Blake

Blake

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