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i wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts i cannot repair beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear you are someone else i am still right here ‡ night fall. darkness cloaks the land, horrible secrets whisper through the trees. a lone figure appears, toned of the moon beams which managed to shove there was into every nook and cranny of the lands, sparring nothing from the whitewash effect it produced. talons strike soundlessly against lithosphere, tendrils snapping at hocks silently. alabaster form slides forth, deep mocha orbs bright, alert, ever cautious. auds shift, one second glued to cranium, the next, perked, listening to some far off noise. suddenly, all movement ceases. not even a slight flicker of plumage. monotonous rise and fall of sides are all to hint hellion isn't a statue. Here I am, ready to start over, in a new land, in a new time. so, speak to me of my fate. Where am I off to? ‡ ‡ epithet hurt ‡ ‡ curse hellion ‡ ‡ pigmentation snow ‡ ‡ seniority 4 winters ‡ ‡ puppetmaster cass ‡ ‡ image coming soon ‡ ‡ harem none ‡ ‡ in passing waddle ‡ if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i would find a way |
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