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I'm just sad for you E. The world doesn't revolve around you and your world of paranoia. Get your head out of your arse someday or you'll miss all the beautiful things out there. As for you K, disappointment is an understatement. Cheers ♡ 3rd time being killed for ooc reasons and I'm out.

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Carwyn Moss 06/02/16 If you were a straw, you'd be a crazy straw. But not because you're crazy. It's because that's my favorite...

Also, because you're crazy.
Damian Veron 05/26/16 Ain't found a way to kill me yet,
Eyes burn with stinging sweat.

He reeked of insomnia, of opiate dreams and the grease of pursuit. It tended to his visage, his curvature and wanton locks. Messy, unkempt, and sullen; blood clung to every strand, brushed into the raven black of his hair and its slicked residue. Where was he? What was he doing? Why was his vision so permanently red? O, for the sky had fallen upon his shoulders, for the horizon had spoken to his eager ears, 'Don't you know what's coming?' Creeping, crawling, inevitable disease, plaguing his mind and casting his features in absolute regression.

In these unholy training grounds, he was a beast, crawling from beneath Bethlehem's ruins, and finding comfort in the solace of battle and bruise. Suitable for a dance, where teeth and claw met flesh and bone; where these captive wolves spill their blood for freedom and mercy and war. He was no better than that, he was no better than these growling beasts here before him: he was lost, and had no way to be found.

"They must fall" He spoke, but it was not intelligible. It was something different, something otherworldly, as though he was possessed. And possessed he seemed, for every strand of his monochromatic frame stood up and lengthened by dried blood and mud. His maw too, was stained and filthy. He reeked of death, and impending savagery. "So I can rise, again." He raised his jaws to the sky then, in beckon, and in demand. It was painful to hear a roar so tortured, so mangled by the scarred ruins of his throat. There was nothing beautiful about him. There was nothing stunning, or gorgeous. He was raw, unbridled, unadulterated wild. He lowered his jaws to level with the ground and licked the blood off his lips in anticipation, as the raging wolves charged at him.

He was going to take them all down: one alpha at a time.

There ain't no rest for the damned.
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