12-11-2020, 06:08 AM
There is none willing to divulge how blood carries a particular scent — copper and rust, clinging to tongue and throat, nauseating with demand to be acknowledged. He knows it now, the taste it bears alongside, yet fresh always seemed senses woken to it. Untouched rounded walls, a high ring into which he peered without expression, still the remnants remained. Dried each smear and streak, rust it seemed though only dust may he identify upon each breath.
When had last the pit been occupied, rung with a chorus, agony and rage woven into explosive notes that underlined the goading cheer, a show the destruction of another. Too long that which had transpired, lost when last had show been put on for all to witness. His mind supplied lacklustre answer with little fanfare, lips moving, parting about breath bypassing clenched teeth in a heated rush. A time of transition dictated a period of stagnation would be present, the chance for that change to settle and be accepted, yet high ran tension.
Along edge did perch the indigo beast, over lip paw hanging. Mind drew tentative memories, the draconic monsters permitted freedom of gifted feast, the settled debates only permitted resolution for skin had been scoured by claws aching for blood, entertainment all even as purpose was derived. Briefly thought arose, shoulder looked over as assessed the surrounding floor. Too long had Dylluan allowed himself to relax, proven capable, yet none may dispute he was tired and growing long in the tooth, a thought rather heartily contested. Possibly a show may dissuade such idiotic lines of thought, for now he merely lounged, awaited another who may guess at his desire and grow eager for it as well.
[table][tr][td]When had last the pit been occupied, rung with a chorus, agony and rage woven into explosive notes that underlined the goading cheer, a show the destruction of another. Too long that which had transpired, lost when last had show been put on for all to witness. His mind supplied lacklustre answer with little fanfare, lips moving, parting about breath bypassing clenched teeth in a heated rush. A time of transition dictated a period of stagnation would be present, the chance for that change to settle and be accepted, yet high ran tension.
Along edge did perch the indigo beast, over lip paw hanging. Mind drew tentative memories, the draconic monsters permitted freedom of gifted feast, the settled debates only permitted resolution for skin had been scoured by claws aching for blood, entertainment all even as purpose was derived. Briefly thought arose, shoulder looked over as assessed the surrounding floor. Too long had Dylluan allowed himself to relax, proven capable, yet none may dispute he was tired and growing long in the tooth, a thought rather heartily contested. Possibly a show may dissuade such idiotic lines of thought, for now he merely lounged, awaited another who may guess at his desire and grow eager for it as well.
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such a daring disguise, look me dead in the eyes and cry when every stare has you gasping for air. won't you tell me why you're here, there's blood in the bag leaking love isn't fair, you can crawl back from where you came because I don't hear you the same
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