All my guts try to spill | p, Zack

[WATCHKEEPER]

FATHER TIME

✯ — remember the taker

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A crisp February breeze, a molasses sky, a perfect night. How sublime for Father to enjoy the solitude that only darkness could bring, that only time would promise. there were few things in the world that lulled the beast's malicious urges, especially when his motives for living were driven by the insatiable desire to dominate. Yes, Father Time had many tricks up his sleeve, and more specifically the ticking kind. he found it mediocre that his accumulation of meticulously crafted watches were only valued by his cultivated tastes. perhaps it was merely selfish for him to hoard his assemblage all to himself, without care for the interests of others. oh yes, that needed to be changed right away. the only thing that could possibly make the element of time any more sensational, was a promise of immeasurable power. if he were to offer someone the very thing he craved, could he use their simplicity to his advantage? of course, father time was excellent at making elaborate promises, but erroneous at keeping them. this was where his divine ability to psychologically manipulate would aid him greatly. what an astounding marvel it would be, to be exalted by a multitude of vassals, each obeying his every command. he would call it his kingdom of puppets.

the immense, wolf-life creature billowed through elysium with the fluidity of an ethereal mist. his crudely woven satchel of antiquated clocks jingled and chimed like an egregious choir of broken bells, which would be the sole indication of his presence. behind his humanoid mask, had he the face to do it, there would be an atrocious grin laced onto his maw. the hunter was famished, and he was seeking his prey.

time was ticking.
time was flowing.
time was consistent.

but eventually, everyone runs out of time.

[member=3701]Zack[/member] 

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✯ — male. no group. 8.5/10 difficulty. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.