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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
Her golden eyes watched them, almost lazily, as the golden dragon violently roused from slumber. Carefully inspecting the dripping silver blood, she took a curious sniff before bottling it in a freshly cleaned vial. The lioness saw a few creatures with odd-colored blood – but silver? She thought she might be able to cheat a few idiotic merchants with this. Her right ear flicked as he growled and informed her the scales going dull; a dull click sounded from her tongue. “What a pity. They grow dull, just as you do in the Rosebloods; unlike your leader, I do not have arbitrary reasons for my violence,” she sated, carefully levitating the scales and vial into a glass jar off to the side.
“Your leader called for tortures and deaths in the name of his imaginary gods – you know this, and you stood by. Let it happen, willfully doing nothing,” she coldly told him, her golden eyes refusing to look at his face. Instead, she turned back to his leg and started the work of attempting to carefully remove another small batch of scales. “I suppose to you and him they are all nameless, aren’t they? But one of your precious Rosebloods captured me, tortured me, killed me. I was a medic back then, you know – but your Vagabond did not care, and your Sephorith knows. I think he feels proud of making me a sacrifice to his fake little gods.” Ninazu did not believe in senseless violence; every cut and every burst of her flame had a point. And it showed in her torture methods.
The flames within her mane flared, growing hotter and larger as she continued to wretch scales free – adding them to a levitating collection hovering behind her as she worked. “What do you have to say to someone that bore the consequences of your leader’s insanity?” she dispassionately asked, finally looking to his wretched face with blazing eyes.
“Your leader called for tortures and deaths in the name of his imaginary gods – you know this, and you stood by. Let it happen, willfully doing nothing,” she coldly told him, her golden eyes refusing to look at his face. Instead, she turned back to his leg and started the work of attempting to carefully remove another small batch of scales. “I suppose to you and him they are all nameless, aren’t they? But one of your precious Rosebloods captured me, tortured me, killed me. I was a medic back then, you know – but your Vagabond did not care, and your Sephorith knows. I think he feels proud of making me a sacrifice to his fake little gods.” Ninazu did not believe in senseless violence; every cut and every burst of her flame had a point. And it showed in her torture methods.
The flames within her mane flared, growing hotter and larger as she continued to wretch scales free – adding them to a levitating collection hovering behind her as she worked. “What do you have to say to someone that bore the consequences of your leader’s insanity?” she dispassionately asked, finally looking to his wretched face with blazing eyes.
WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS
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｢ BURN IT FUCKING DOWN ｣[div style="width:360px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify"]Back from the dead to tell you that I’m alive / Killed the old way but I survived / Fuck the blueprint, I redesign / Death or exile, you decide / Tell ’em all that I made my name / Tell ’em all that I paved my way / Found the fear then went face to face / Now it’s mine to send up in flames / THIS RIGHT HERE IS AS FAR AS YOU GO ! | TAGS & PLAYLIST [color=transparent]-
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