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 and i am nico. the effluvium accumulation hung low in the atmosphere, though submerged beneath the effluvium, reposed the sodden topography. the dense medium, frigid and adamantly lucid, heavy with immenant rainfall. tramping across the sunless sketch was a discoloration of limpid ivory, or gray, that soon materealized into an equine, seemingly capricious and piquant. the bleached cloaked creature of cabalism embarked forward, his curious wedge-shaped dial aloft, lifted by the pride of the pugnacious and held aloft by his own contempt for the distasteful things that crawled the sodden earth. his angular body was a machine, hardened over the years into a fine-tuned weapon, mesh of muscular tissue outlining his ivory structure. capsules interrogate salient outstructures of the terrain, overlaping step toward maid. maid? almost, she had the look of a assailant, but a feminine grace, a faint aureole tracing the gentle angles, illuminating her poignant facade. but judgements are made so superfacially, to forget all one assume’s to know, instead of genuinely believing, will lead to enlightenment. yes perhaps talking was best. faulty. to be full of faults. perhaps so. but she was certainly not plain and simple. or at least he hoped not. as for history, he didn’t particularly have one. he lived the life of a colt, eventually evolving into a brute through trial and error. and her? let's push things forward. now i’m nothing. the sober frame of mind :x:curious run away with me :x: the asylum chained :x: faulty covenant :x: life support treason :x:- |