...oVerautonomous beasts with no leash...under no banner bearing fang and teeth at eVerything that passes...turning backs as their peers writhe in the mud...realiZing theres no one to pull them out...only crawling hands that sink their fingers into their flesh and pull them back into the muck by their tendons...only when heathens hurt from a lack of it do they finally understand the Value of uplifting their siblings...we would accept them back into the fold anyway...losing your way in the woods temporarily doesnt eXclude you from getting back on the path...
Kult: +7
Kull: +2
Total: 9
Ratio: 3.50