Mulling over days long past in a bed drenched in luxurious sin . A bottle never strays from searching hands . Ancient creature have you lost your pride ? You , the rider of war who can level empires with blood soaked gaze , defiant in everything you do . Now booze drenched , your anger seems to have dulled. Time to plant your feet and unleash your endless fury .
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warisms warisms Aug 15, 2021 02:57PM
[ :: ] starter call ! cb : blood for a wounded ! Meshenna. cb : danger for meshenna to lose control over his abilities . cb : woes to encounter meshenna having a panic attack/ nightmare about his pas...
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