07-28-2020, 09:56 PM (This post was last modified: 08-21-2020, 07:22 PM by VIRGIL M..)
in death, there was a stillness: it was unsettling to sit alone in it's presence, but now it became her companion, it called her dottir and it called her mona-[glow=#480000,2,300] little moon[/glow] mother hissed to her, night after night of the silence, of the abuse these wastes slashed into her, cut into her [glow=#480000,2,300]you must learn, or you will always be alone[/glow]. so little Virgil had learned, learned inside the silence to watch. watch life bloom from the dead; parasitic, vermin swarmed and lay claim to their love; dead. watched as the dead's mesma was sucked at like milk from a newborn into the decrepid. parasites sucked the earth of it's life, they all hunted and thrived under the strain; the death of others, and who was virgil to stop this cycle? who was virgil but a watcher?
Virgil's first steps in life had been to watch, to learn the cycle that every living thing existed in: but it was in her destiny to interact, and maybe not break that cycle of life and death - but to twist it.
to dig into the festering rot of the world
and gorge
i . introduction
ii . basics
[glow=#212121,2,300] Yeah i got some fuckin' problems[/glow]
[glow=white,2,20] were always fucked in the end [b]—[/glow]
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