�.heres.the.real.warrior.� -- hospice

. heres.the.real.warrior .

�.frame stopped as the silent zepher carried out a stench in which she had recognized from her beloved home. crypt. all memesmorizing love couldn't fulfilled the gratitude she felt at the moment, she stood mesmorized at the speech in which he granted towards the beings of the hospice. each word he spoke, flowing as if the speech was rehearsed many times. every syllable pounding a voice of dominence ,captivating your mind. proving to be the all known great war hero he was. (im feeling in the odyssey mood, im describing crypt as odysseus lol.) auricles strianed to pick in everyword he spoke. her love was out to him, choosing just the right words to say to vicodin, just the words she wanted to hear, that this mare that she held in such high regard would hopefully be joining her to experience the life at catacomb isle, an alliance would be wanted with the mare, she truely adored her ways. her heart set out, the real midnights duel back engaged. his speech ended, appendages swirvl as locomotion strained to reahc his side in blissfullness, but to her dismay, he turned to run home. exhasperated breath was left out in aggrivation.�

�.come back crypt.. my true war hero.�

x midnights duel x
x beta of catacomb isle x
x bound to crypt x