08-28-2020, 09:25 PM
THE SHARPSHOOTER
I saw the crosses of empty cathedrals
[size=9px]( snowshoe point ; twelve years ; pitt newblood )
Whose prospects were hanging out in bars[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( snowshoe point ; twelve years ; pitt newblood )
Whose prospects were hanging out in bars[/SIZE]
Cattle lead forth to the slaughter, docile in their inability to comprehend, limitation mind was bound within a false comfort. Yet, within hands bearing the tacky covering blood left in cloying wake, they held the hammer, primal and long dormant awoken hunger.
It cried out within the land a two beated step tread with a flair of grace unbefitting one more build of pale, raised scar tissue than unblemished flesh, jagged slash cut along the harsh planes of her visage the grin she wore. "You tryna muscle in on summa me action." The rolling of gravel along pockmarked surface, a dark, grating rasp bearing the damage years had wrought upon body and mind alike. Momentum drew her to halt by side of towering monstrosity, a creature familiar even as mind grappled with concept fitting only the unravelled depths nightmares offered, brief the diversion of attention to one who sheltered beneath.
Savages those who adorned the self imposed lines where ownership was discarded, yet with kindness were strangers treated, if only to a point gauged the value in inclusion. "Sure am glad ya can't be Lover Boy here, lil ol' heart can't take 'nother un." Jest that she spoke with a fleeting grin, singular the eye that roved along oddity before, display a mere party trick but one pleasing all the same. "Got sum jerky if ya got da teef fer it, Changeling."
It cried out within the land a two beated step tread with a flair of grace unbefitting one more build of pale, raised scar tissue than unblemished flesh, jagged slash cut along the harsh planes of her visage the grin she wore. "You tryna muscle in on summa me action." The rolling of gravel along pockmarked surface, a dark, grating rasp bearing the damage years had wrought upon body and mind alike. Momentum drew her to halt by side of towering monstrosity, a creature familiar even as mind grappled with concept fitting only the unravelled depths nightmares offered, brief the diversion of attention to one who sheltered beneath.
Savages those who adorned the self imposed lines where ownership was discarded, yet with kindness were strangers treated, if only to a point gauged the value in inclusion. "Sure am glad ya can't be Lover Boy here, lil ol' heart can't take 'nother un." Jest that she spoke with a fleeting grin, singular the eye that roved along oddity before, display a mere party trick but one pleasing all the same. "Got sum jerky if ya got da teef fer it, Changeling."
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