( He knew it was for him. )

( Everyone said Temperance Keys was a little queer... )

It was crunching on bones, the fresh, cooling flesh and cartilage ripping from broken limbs. He laid perfectly still in the darkness, tear-streaked face pressed against the cold stones. Vomit seeped out between his fingers. It reeked in his dirty blonde hair, but not so much as the natural scent of the shadow hulking over the body of his late ( Read more... )