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Thanatos Rant ThingDon't any of you ever consider how I might feel about having voices constantly in my face and in my head all the time, constantly consulting me and reminding me of my problems- whether old or new -and trying to force me to do something about them? Don't any of you ever think that I might get tired of being reminded constantly of my problems and consistent flaws in my personality and way of thinking that you all demand be fixed? Don't any of you ever think that I get sick of all my fuckups and unsolved problems constantly reminding me of my shitty excuse for an existence shoved into my face all the time? And do any of you ever consider that I might get sick of seeing myself constantly shoved into my own face? Th-that's it. I'm just so sick of my own fucked up being constantly getting shoved into my face. I already have enough shit on my miniscule plate. I
Rp With MumHe slithered quickly, not wanting to waste any time in fleeing from his pursuers. He hissed lowly, having 'stumbled' into a very crowded low overlapping branch area. Some very thick brush was nearby, almost appearing as a thick dead bush, with a large hole in the middle of it. Above it, there were similar thick dead branches. The male rushed at what seemed to be an inhuman speed into the safety of the darkness, pulling the latch of the cover down so he was now hidden in darkness. It was perfectly camoflauged from the outside. Ice blue eyes settled on the entrance of the clearing in what little moonlight that was provided from the intertwining branches above, and through the few crevices in the branches that he hid behind.
Not that it was a problem for Vigo.
vigo never knew he had a twin aros cause they were seperated at birth and he was the one hunting him. aros could sense him near but did not know why. he stopped and listened. Aros signaled to the rest of his clan to silence. A
Undead Care (Chapter 4)Cupping his hands to his mouth, the lanky male exhaled deeply into them. That freezing weather outside had chilled him to the bone! It was taking quite an effort to chase the chill out of him, but he was relieved he could feel his hands again.
The Exorcist looked over to the soft glow of the slime eminating from the icy colored recooperacoon a few feet away from him, and smiled softly.
The nobleblood was very glad she was safe.
With a soft sigh, the subjugglator's eyes scanned the respiteblock the two resided in. There were a few framed pictures hanging here and there, and a small bookcase lurked in the further-most corner of the room.
The male took a few steps away from the pale recooperacoon, eyes settled on one of the deviously hanging frames that demanded closer inspection.
It was a realistic portrait of The Trouble- er -The Retained. Her black lashes provided a lovely frame for her eyes, which were outlined with light blue eye shadow. Her icy orbs shone with pride, and her
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