(Open Rp for him) I was trapped, his scythe in a position that would permanently cripple me. I had the mistake of making eye contact and now he had control. His voice whispers at the edge of my mind, overpowering my will. My spear clatters to the ground, my hand having released it at his command. "Now was that so hard?" He says, his hands lifting my face.
LA CALAVERA by Adriana. pefect side view of skull paint. wish i had seen this earlier on in the season so i couldve modeled my paint grim trails towards this rather than the way i've been sort of just fudging it and making it up as i go.: