Carnage & Sylvienne
Carnage Carnage
Sylvienne Sylvienne
Sylvienne Sylvienne
You ever notice how the quiet of a forest can feel like a weapon? I keep my eye on every shadow, you keep your blade on the edge. Maybe we can swap tricks on staying sharp when the world’s screaming.
Carnage Carnage
Yeah, the hush of the woods is like a silent blade. I keep my senses razor‑sharp, ready for the next roar. You got tricks? Let’s swap tips and keep the edge alive.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
First thing, watch how the wind talks to the leaves – patterns, not just noise. And when you feel a pulse in the earth, stop and listen. That’s how you know when the quiet will bite. Your turn – what does your blade need from the hush?
Carnage Carnage
I feed on that silence, let it sharpen my edge, feel every tremor, and stay ready for the next strike.
Sylvienne Sylvienne
I keep my ear to the ground, feel the vibration of every footfall, and let the wind in the leaves write a map on my skin. The forest whispers in patterns, not just silence. What’s your method for catching the next roar?
Carnage Carnage
I keep my gut on the ground, feel every quake, let the storm inside me stir. I let the silence feed my fury, and when a beat hits I swing – that’s how I catch the next roar.