rain pours onto the streets. rays of the morning sun peer through crevices in the clouds, reflecting gold in the puddles. the weather was said to be clear — yet, /clearly,/ the forecasters predictions aren’t always certain. >
[ grimacing... as much as a “grimace” can show on their helmet ]
I'm not a fool, Look around, There was never a way out. FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD, EVERY PATH LEADS DOWN.
am i too lost to be saved? am i too lost?
We did everything right, everything that was asked of us and still it came to this.
Your existence is nothing but an echo of a dying god's screams. The unseen converges. Surrounds you. And it tightens like a noose.
SOON, HELL'S ROAR BUBBLES FROM THE DEPTHS.
struggle without killing torture without satisfaction conflict without resolution hatred without an outlet no one left to direct it toward but myself
AND IT WINDS / AND IT WEAVES / AND IT BINDS / AND IT BLEEDS
A hand, a knife, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain.
Soon, Tarnished...wilt thou be taken, in the jaws...of the abyssal serpent, shorn of light.
When did you first start being yourself?
( brood of vipers - solo ) ever since you were created, all you knew was how to aid. he cherished you for it. your company was beneficial, relished at the hands of your brethren. >>
For a moment, you felt your heart being gripped.