

Survival: PrologueThoughts are strange when you begin to run out of life, literally. Bright, beautiful, bloody. Alliteration.Survival: Prologue
Sunrise filtering through a ruby stain on glass, a hand print. A morbid image...
Whose blood? Hers.
She had been grasping at the window like a character from.... She blinked with thoughtless contemplation, unable to recall the genre and entertainment medium she was supposed to identify with.
An attempt to speak is eaten by more hot redness as it spills over the edge of her mouth.
Another attempt, then. This one, stranger, even by the standards of the dying. She feels, on


OC Intro Part 1: ApproachingA Keronian with skin that matched the Pekoponian moon in color prowled through the cold remnants of a castle as though it belonged to him. Truthfully, the thought of this as his domain was appealing; if he could rule from this place, so ravaged by time but still clinging to its foundations, his reign would be far grander than any ancient royalty. Not that this mattered, Keron had not been controlled by kings or queens for years that, when measured by human standards, were beyond placing a placing a precise date on. So making himself king would be troublesome, especially when profoundly more interesting plots could be carried out with his skilOC Intro Part 1: Approaching
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항상 믿음을 유지. Always keep the faith.
희망을 종료합니다. Hope to the end.
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"What's the meaning my existence? To be a convenient lackey for Lina? No, I'm supposed to be a heartless swordsman, a bit dark and mysterious, but not too dark and mysterious..." - Zelgadis, Slayers NEXT.
I am Kido in the ~YYH-DevART-Crew
I CAUGHT YOU WHILE YOU'RE ON!!!! *points*
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-CACTUS hi CACTUS-
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항상 믿음을 유지. Always keep the faith.
희망을 종료합니다. Hope to the end.
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"What's the meaning my existence? To be a convenient lackey for Lina? No, I'm supposed to be a heartless swordsman, a bit dark and mysterious, but not too dark and mysterious..." - Zelgadis, Slayers NEXT.
I am Kido in the ~YYH-DevART-Crew
sometimes i wonder how things appear in museums. it's like something a two year old could do but apparently people like it enought that they get millions of bucks. one person i know told me someone taped a piece of string to the ceiling of a museum and now they're rich. XD
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항상 믿음을 유지. Always keep the faith.
희망을 종료합니다. Hope to the end.
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