
Marexx Uzilli
@mortuaryArtisan
@ keep out, as they say. @
@ i have been partially inaccurate in my judgement in the past. i mostly work off comparison, because i haven't thought to actually order anything to measure myself with. @ @ but i'm around the range of 10 feet. @
@ [Within the post is contained an image from the point of view of someone looking outside of an elegant, gothic-style window. A terrifying beast lies outside, looking a miX between a gargoyle, a dragon and a crocodile. It has four wings and plates running from its head to its tail. A surprisingly dainty looking hand with black, pointed nails is flipping it off from the window.] @
@ i am no eXception, but i take eXception. @
@ on the sun's oppressive rising, i have discovered one truth. @ @ i did this to myself. @
@ my pusher bleeds for those who meet their ends on my estate, and yet they meet their ends regardless. @
@ i have nothing to add to this. i feel i've been pretty open about my troubles. @ @ i apologize for this. @
@ my height is what many would consider freakish. @ @ but, given the traits many associate with my caste, i suppose the phrase "fork found in mealblock" would be appropriate. @
@ some of you seem very fond of flirting with danger, conceptually. @
@ ...can't say i was eXpecting that kind of topic tonight. @
@ well, someone felt strongly about that last post. @
@ there are few things quite as efficient at quelling built up rage as having it smacked out of you. @
@ i suppose it has been long enough that i can disclose what had happened. the emotional wounds, as well as the physical, have scarred over by now. fresh enough to sting, but old enough to not render the self speechless. @ @ i tried to kill my lusus. i, clearly, was woefully unprepared for the task. despite my towering stature and what i had assumed to be proficiency with my weapon... it was simply not enough. being locked up for so long, with no threats in sight nor reason to brandish my steel for any reason other than idle boredom or "practice"... she overpowered me, gnashed her teeth and swiped her claws, and yet, i find myself having persisted. @ @ perhaps her twisted affections have shown by means of staying the act of sending me to my inevitable fate. perhaps she simply considers me an object to be hoarded. whatever the case... @ @ i am still here. @
[Within this post is a selfie, taken at a high angle. A troll stands within an ornately decorated yet somewhat dark room of some description, her makeup smudged and her expression tired. What is visible of her skin, through the tears in her outfit and on her face, is marred with claw marks and dried splashes of blood. Most notably, the arm she isn't holding the camera with is hanging lower than it should be, the sleeve torn moreso than the rest of her clothing and drenched in purple blood.] #gore
@ it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it is for the best. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it must be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. it will be done. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. she will die. and i will kill her. i will kill her. i will kill her. i will kill her. i will kill her. i will kill her. i will kill her. i will kill her. @ @ no more. @
@ i will leave soon. one way or the other. @




