"Blood pooling over your eyes. Hands raw from a fight that you can't quite remember. Fuschia stains your vision. A horn snapped off. All that has ever been due to a mistake of yours, is long since gone. Your bone broken into what is useless. You are someone to be forgotten if you are to be lucky. Infamy is more venomous in ways that you forget. Tell one and all. Mock at who is to be executed in the end... All you could do is run in the end" Um - Writing - working on - something > #writing #gore
Kult: +40
Kull: +15
Total: 55
Ratio: 2.67
