The memory twists. It was a specific person he wanted dead, and even then it was layered in a coating of desperate, desperate wrath. Of being prey, cornered at the very end. Of the fox, the ferret, in its den as the terrier crawls inside. It was one person he wanted gone.
Because of all this.
A body with his legs torn off from the knees.
You knew he was dead because his power faded, but you still went there, and fell to your own knees in silence at the sight, as if hoping beyond all hope that it wasn't true.
Bodies in the water- torn by hand- One through the chest, another, her arms cut from the elbows, another, his face split down the side through the eye and cranium alike all the way through to the back.
"Two steps too late."
aaaa....
"Go on. Shoot me so that you might die a martyr."
aaaa....AAAAAAAAAAAAA-
there can be no comfort in this
a creature of black and gold and silver a monster in all senses of the word but she's gone as well and you never saw how
monsters don't look like monsters
(what comfort can there be in creatures of fantastic being when they can't bring anything back)
...somewhere in the rain, a cubone curls into a ball, and weeps.]
aw shit dood- excuse me while i get fancy in here,
The memory twists. It was a specific person he wanted dead, and even then it was layered in a coating of desperate, desperate wrath. Of being prey, cornered at the very end. Of the fox, the ferret, in its den as the terrier crawls inside. It was one person he wanted gone.
Because of all this.
A body with his legs torn off from the knees.
You knew he was dead because his power faded, but you still went there, and fell to your own knees in silence at the sight, as if hoping beyond all hope that it wasn't true.
Bodies in the water- torn by hand- One through the chest, another, her arms cut from the elbows, another, his face split down the side through the eye and cranium alike all the way through to the back.
"Two steps too late."
aaaa....
"Go on. Shoot me so that you might die a martyr."
aaaa....AAAAAAAAAAAAA-
there can be no comfort in this
a creature of black and gold and silver a monster in all senses of the word but she's gone as well and you never saw how
monsters don't look like monsters
(what comfort can there be in creatures of fantastic being when they can't bring anything back)
...somewhere in the rain, a cubone curls into a ball, and weeps.]