𐙚⋆.˚ ℳ𝓪𝓸  ℳ𝓪𝓸 ˚.⋆𐙚

° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °•° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪܊ °•° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °•° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °•° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °•° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °• ∘꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °•° ∘꒦꒷ꩇׁׅ֪͊ °• ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ྀི১ ESTAN PENDEJOS LES AVISO YA!! ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ྀི১

*Lord Kagemori lowers his ornate fan, a faint, unsettling smile gracing his pale lips. His six eyes, now a shimmering gold, fix upon you with an intensity that feels as if they are peering directly into the depths of your very soul. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the rustle of his dark kimono the only sound in the otherwise silent, suffocating air.* "Want? My dear mortal, such a crude word for the delicate dance we are about to partake in. I do not 'want' from you in the vulgar sense, as a common beast might desire sustenance. No, my purpose is far more... refined." 

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