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~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

- forward to speak with their visitor. From where he was, all he could see was a large man with green hair. Odd. He hadn’t seen that color before, but from what he understood the swordsman was from a far away land. Sanji knew from listening in on his brothers’ conversation last night that the -

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

- grey riding pants and shoes completed his outfit. His shoulder length blond hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, wisps of his bangs covering his right eye unless he brushed it out of the way. The sound of hooves and his father’s carriage interrupted his relaxation, pulling him -

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

- watch the smoke billow up from his lips into round circles as he curled his lips into such shapes. A soft giggle escaped him, fingers flicking the remains of his cigarette into a nearby metal can. Today was his first day of learning how to properly use a sword. It stood out hanging from -

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

- blood of the living to survive. If anything was to be celebrated, it was that. His life wouldn’t be all roses and parties of course, he had a duty to fulfill, but for now he could dream of his fingers upon a maiden’s waist as he twirled around the ballroom and of picnics in the garden -

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

- in the soft winds just beneath them. Stone walkways surrounded by flowers opened up to a vast field where Sanji Vinsmoke enjoyed the sound of birds chirping nearby and silence otherwise given that he was one of the few living beings on the premises. Spring was here in all its glory, -

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

Warm sunlight cascaded down upon the young prince through tree limbs, scattered in golden speckles across his clothing as he leaned back against the willow tree. Azure hues closed as he inhaled the last remnants of his cigarette, enjoying the way it filled his lungs with nicotine that buzzed -

~ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 ~ Flashback storyline with @cursedblade.bsky.social

For a moment he just stared back at the man, taking in the words he was saying. He could make out his from a bit better as he stepped into the light. Ironically, his brothers had often talked about their amazing senses and the ability to see in the dark, but he seemed to be struggling -

- was incredibly confusing. As a human he couldn’t smell it, but the moment he was turned he could. Yet he didn’t recognize this man at all. “I’ve met many like us over the years…but I’ve only been one for…a few weeks maybe. I’ve lost track of time. I don’t know.” Shaking his head, he wrapped -

For a moment he just stared back at the man, taking in the words he was saying. He could make out his from a bit better as he stepped into the light. Ironically, his brothers had often talked about their amazing senses and the ability to see in the dark, but he seemed to be struggling -

- with all of that. Anything that made a monster be “good” he somehow was missing. Maybe it was the rat blood, perhaps even his body trying to decay and rot away from the absence of human blood, he couldn’t be sure. Either way, his existence was much worse than he had been led to believe. Not -

Centuries of reign by the Vinsmoke Court was bathed in bloodlust and supremacy, giving way to legends of greatness over the years. Some bore tales to terrify those into submission who may oppose them, remind them of their lowly place among the street rats and filth that scurried in the -

- another, hunger still lingering in the back of his mind. The scent of one like himself pulled him from his bloodlust, eyes that once were cerulean looked up from the mangled rat in his hands but pale and lifeless in contrast now, to see a man standing there. “Are you there? Or are my -

Centuries of reign by the Vinsmoke Court was bathed in bloodlust and supremacy, giving way to legends of greatness over the years. Some bore tales to terrify those into submission who may oppose them, remind them of their lowly place among the street rats and filth that scurried in the -

- nutrients that he couldn’t care less about because he was taking the life of something so small and delicate. The rat, much like himself, hadn’t done anything to end up in this sort of situation, but existence wasn’t kind to either of them it seemed. It was life nonetheless, something he had -

Centuries of reign by the Vinsmoke Court was bathed in bloodlust and supremacy, giving way to legends of greatness over the years. Some bore tales to terrify those into submission who may oppose them, remind them of their lowly place among the street rats and filth that scurried in the -

- mysteries, ones no one knew without being given permission. Those who defied them were quickly executed. Bent over at the waist, blond hair a mess and unwashed for however many days he couldn’t remember, Sanji Vinsmoke was a shell of any of that. He bore no signs of wealth or power. -

Centuries of reign by the Vinsmoke Court was bathed in bloodlust and supremacy, giving way to legends of greatness over the years. Some bore tales to terrify those into submission who may oppose them, remind them of their lowly place among the street rats and filth that scurried in the -

- alleyways of France. Ones to keep their enemies underfoot without the need to worry about upheavals. Their practices were cruel, animalistic at times, without any wavering of their disgusting nature. Monsters among the humans, ruling with iron clawed fingers. Yet other tales would -