𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖷.
@thyheracles.bsky.social
- - I did not chose, I was born, this is what I am. / 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖲𝖸 𝖮𝖢.
His fingers twitch toward his sword hilt again. “Tell me - - how’d you manage that?”
He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe much either. Just waits, watching the boy’s eyes, the corners of his mouth, the pulse in his neck, for the first crack in the story.
He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe much either. Just waits, watching the boy’s eyes, the corners of his mouth, the pulse in his neck, for the first crack in the story.
November 13, 2025 at 7:27 AM
His fingers twitch toward his sword hilt again. “Tell me - - how’d you manage that?”
He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe much either. Just waits, watching the boy’s eyes, the corners of his mouth, the pulse in his neck, for the first crack in the story.
He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe much either. Just waits, watching the boy’s eyes, the corners of his mouth, the pulse in his neck, for the first crack in the story.
“He glances toward Kee, brief but burning. “Your instincts got us this far. Mine say he’s not alone.”
Then to the boy - - his tone shifting, a jagged edge wrapped in false warmth.
“You made it out. That’s luck, boy.”
Then to the boy - - his tone shifting, a jagged edge wrapped in false warmth.
“You made it out. That’s luck, boy.”
November 13, 2025 at 7:27 AM
“He glances toward Kee, brief but burning. “Your instincts got us this far. Mine say he’s not alone.”
Then to the boy - - his tone shifting, a jagged edge wrapped in false warmth.
“You made it out. That’s luck, boy.”
Then to the boy - - his tone shifting, a jagged edge wrapped in false warmth.
“You made it out. That’s luck, boy.”
He exhaled slowly, the weight of his leather chest piece creaking as he shifted. “If Stryke recognizes them, that’s either 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 news. . .” He glanced at the others, voice dipping to a rough murmur, “…or the kind that gets us all 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘿.”
November 5, 2025 at 4:40 AM
He exhaled slowly, the weight of his leather chest piece creaking as he shifted. “If Stryke recognizes them, that’s either 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿 news. . .” He glanced at the others, voice dipping to a rough murmur, “…or the kind that gets us all 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘿.”
Knox’s hand rested on the pommel of his sword, fingers drumming once against the worn leather as his eyes flicked toward the window. The low whistle of wind through the cracks in the shutters carried with it something - - familiar, but wrong around the edges.
November 5, 2025 at 4:40 AM
Knox’s hand rested on the pommel of his sword, fingers drumming once against the worn leather as his eyes flicked toward the window. The low whistle of wind through the cracks in the shutters carried with it something - - familiar, but wrong around the edges.
“You must go before me.” He says. “If they come again from down here, I’ll will be ready this time.”
With one last glance —- a flicker of something unspoken. Recognition, maybe. Or the faint unease of seeing how failure in battle could cost them everything.
With one last glance —- a flicker of something unspoken. Recognition, maybe. Or the faint unease of seeing how failure in battle could cost them everything.
October 9, 2025 at 3:38 PM
“You must go before me.” He says. “If they come again from down here, I’ll will be ready this time.”
With one last glance —- a flicker of something unspoken. Recognition, maybe. Or the faint unease of seeing how failure in battle could cost them everything.
With one last glance —- a flicker of something unspoken. Recognition, maybe. Or the faint unease of seeing how failure in battle could cost them everything.
“You held your ground when others would’ve run.” Knox says to Kee, following behind —- the faint ruffle of leather echoing in the hollow space as he gestures to Sybella.
October 9, 2025 at 3:38 PM
“You held your ground when others would’ve run.” Knox says to Kee, following behind —- the faint ruffle of leather echoing in the hollow space as he gestures to Sybella.
Knox would nod to Kee’s suggestion.
“I do not speak for my Empress, but I am more than inclined to join you. Whatever this darkness be —- it needs to be removed.”
“I do not speak for my Empress, but I am more than inclined to join you. Whatever this darkness be —- it needs to be removed.”
October 5, 2025 at 1:04 AM
Knox would nod to Kee’s suggestion.
“I do not speak for my Empress, but I am more than inclined to join you. Whatever this darkness be —- it needs to be removed.”
“I do not speak for my Empress, but I am more than inclined to join you. Whatever this darkness be —- it needs to be removed.”
“I am fine.”
He says to Sybella, with emotion —- without falter. He had never felt something like that. That pain —- that ache that felt like an itch he could not scratch. It felt. .unreal. Like magic he did not know could exists. (c)
He says to Sybella, with emotion —- without falter. He had never felt something like that. That pain —- that ache that felt like an itch he could not scratch. It felt. .unreal. Like magic he did not know could exists. (c)
October 5, 2025 at 1:04 AM
“I am fine.”
He says to Sybella, with emotion —- without falter. He had never felt something like that. That pain —- that ache that felt like an itch he could not scratch. It felt. .unreal. Like magic he did not know could exists. (c)
He says to Sybella, with emotion —- without falter. He had never felt something like that. That pain —- that ache that felt like an itch he could not scratch. It felt. .unreal. Like magic he did not know could exists. (c)
For a moment, he doesn’t move —- just stares, jaw tightening, as if weighing whether to smash the whole damn thing to splinters.
October 2, 2025 at 5:00 AM
For a moment, he doesn’t move —- just stares, jaw tightening, as if weighing whether to smash the whole damn thing to splinters.
“Cowards, more like. Hide behind shadows, send their pawns to do the bleeding for them.”
He steps closer to the desk Kee had searched, resting a hand on its edge as his eyes linger on the parcels.
He steps closer to the desk Kee had searched, resting a hand on its edge as his eyes linger on the parcels.
October 2, 2025 at 5:00 AM
“Cowards, more like. Hide behind shadows, send their pawns to do the bleeding for them.”
He steps closer to the desk Kee had searched, resting a hand on its edge as his eyes linger on the parcels.
He steps closer to the desk Kee had searched, resting a hand on its edge as his eyes linger on the parcels.
“Secretive? That’s one way to dress it up.” His voice is rough, low, the kind that carries even when it isn’t raised.
October 2, 2025 at 5:00 AM
“Secretive? That’s one way to dress it up.” His voice is rough, low, the kind that carries even when it isn’t raised.
Although he would usually put up a fight to any sort of medical treatment, Knox is not one to play with magic. Especially dark magic —- which maybe terrified him more so than he’d like to admit.
He allows her hand to fall from his elbow —- a dancing feeling of her touch left on his skin.
He allows her hand to fall from his elbow —- a dancing feeling of her touch left on his skin.
September 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Although he would usually put up a fight to any sort of medical treatment, Knox is not one to play with magic. Especially dark magic —- which maybe terrified him more so than he’d like to admit.
He allows her hand to fall from his elbow —- a dancing feeling of her touch left on his skin.
He allows her hand to fall from his elbow —- a dancing feeling of her touch left on his skin.
He’s quiet —- maybe more so than ever before. Watching as her hand touches to his elbow, and for a brief moment there’s a smile to his face.
It leaves him as quickly as she commands the next.
It leaves him as quickly as she commands the next.
September 23, 2025 at 4:41 PM
He’s quiet —- maybe more so than ever before. Watching as her hand touches to his elbow, and for a brief moment there’s a smile to his face.
It leaves him as quickly as she commands the next.
It leaves him as quickly as she commands the next.
He is held —- and the darkness that rises up Knox’s arm begins to fade. Crawling back to his wrist, his fingers, and finally gone. It feels like the fire is gone, like his breath comes back to him, and he can stand again. Although weakly.
September 21, 2025 at 7:09 PM
He is held —- and the darkness that rises up Knox’s arm begins to fade. Crawling back to his wrist, his fingers, and finally gone. It feels like the fire is gone, like his breath comes back to him, and he can stand again. Although weakly.
He felt an immense pain in his arm, as if fire crawled up from his wrist and to his shoulder.
His right hand moved to clasp the other —- as a decaying black shadow began to move its way up. Turning fingers to gray, skin to mold. He did not yell, not yet anyway. But the pain became him.
His right hand moved to clasp the other —- as a decaying black shadow began to move its way up. Turning fingers to gray, skin to mold. He did not yell, not yet anyway. But the pain became him.
September 18, 2025 at 4:57 AM
He felt an immense pain in his arm, as if fire crawled up from his wrist and to his shoulder.
His right hand moved to clasp the other —- as a decaying black shadow began to move its way up. Turning fingers to gray, skin to mold. He did not yell, not yet anyway. But the pain became him.
His right hand moved to clasp the other —- as a decaying black shadow began to move its way up. Turning fingers to gray, skin to mold. He did not yell, not yet anyway. But the pain became him.
But as he stood, a whisper came to his ear —- as if it were only meant for him.
“Undone.”
It spoke. Like the first wind of winter, telling the poor souls in its way, that only death comes.
“Undone.”
It spoke. Like the first wind of winter, telling the poor souls in its way, that only death comes.
September 18, 2025 at 4:57 AM
But as he stood, a whisper came to his ear —- as if it were only meant for him.
“Undone.”
It spoke. Like the first wind of winter, telling the poor souls in its way, that only death comes.
“Undone.”
It spoke. Like the first wind of winter, telling the poor souls in its way, that only death comes.
Knox began to help himself up, slowly letting out a cough, he wasn’t dazed —- not for very long anyways. More so, the soldier couldn’t believe he was that. . .careless. Could it have been without order, without men to guide, he had seemingly lost himself. His way. His confidence.
September 18, 2025 at 4:57 AM
Knox began to help himself up, slowly letting out a cough, he wasn’t dazed —- not for very long anyways. More so, the soldier couldn’t believe he was that. . .careless. Could it have been without order, without men to guide, he had seemingly lost himself. His way. His confidence.
Its head finds true to the wood panel below his foot, breaking into chips and shattered materiel —- Knox steps, missing, his hands slip from the ladder.
Thus falling quicker than he was climbing and landing to his back with a thud and a “OOF.”
Thus falling quicker than he was climbing and landing to his back with a thud and a “OOF.”
September 16, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Its head finds true to the wood panel below his foot, breaking into chips and shattered materiel —- Knox steps, missing, his hands slip from the ladder.
Thus falling quicker than he was climbing and landing to his back with a thud and a “OOF.”
Thus falling quicker than he was climbing and landing to his back with a thud and a “OOF.”
There are no more words from him, and soldier through and through —- as danger appears so does his hardened vigor.
He hurries his way down with the rest, but alas things aren’t as easy as they seem. A black spear, thrown by unknown, rattles its way towards him. Cutting through air on a mission.
He hurries his way down with the rest, but alas things aren’t as easy as they seem. A black spear, thrown by unknown, rattles its way towards him. Cutting through air on a mission.
September 16, 2025 at 4:11 PM
There are no more words from him, and soldier through and through —- as danger appears so does his hardened vigor.
He hurries his way down with the rest, but alas things aren’t as easy as they seem. A black spear, thrown by unknown, rattles its way towards him. Cutting through air on a mission.
He hurries his way down with the rest, but alas things aren’t as easy as they seem. A black spear, thrown by unknown, rattles its way towards him. Cutting through air on a mission.
“Kee. . .” Knox says, his voice soft —- maybe more gentle than it’s ever been. It’s a call, to get her attention.
September 12, 2025 at 11:14 PM
“Kee. . .” Knox says, his voice soft —- maybe more gentle than it’s ever been. It’s a call, to get her attention.
He’s half minded to reach for Sybella —- but he knows she capable. More than that he knows he’s capable —- if they were to come for her, then he would not hesitate.
But then he sees her, at the foot of the ladder, and Knox takes the lead without a thought.
But then he sees her, at the foot of the ladder, and Knox takes the lead without a thought.
September 12, 2025 at 11:14 PM
He’s half minded to reach for Sybella —- but he knows she capable. More than that he knows he’s capable —- if they were to come for her, then he would not hesitate.
But then he sees her, at the foot of the ladder, and Knox takes the lead without a thought.
But then he sees her, at the foot of the ladder, and Knox takes the lead without a thought.
He didn’t hesitate, he never did —- even the War of Englem, one of the deadlier ones from their home world, Knox was on the front line. Six months and 12 days.
This here, was nothing to him. “Be mindful, Empress. Shadows move before you see them.”
This here, was nothing to him. “Be mindful, Empress. Shadows move before you see them.”
September 12, 2025 at 5:51 PM
He didn’t hesitate, he never did —- even the War of Englem, one of the deadlier ones from their home world, Knox was on the front line. Six months and 12 days.
This here, was nothing to him. “Be mindful, Empress. Shadows move before you see them.”
This here, was nothing to him. “Be mindful, Empress. Shadows move before you see them.”