Eyes of a Stranger

Nov 15, 2011 23:43

Blood. It's all he has left since taking his revenge. Everything else has been he lost. Screw this world. Screw them all. It had been a joke from the day he'd been born. Another spike goes into his arm to feed the blood. Riding the dragon again makes him wonder why he bothered to stop. Oh, right. She was dead - and someone upended her grave tonight.

They'll die.

troia, arsenal

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