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ooooooousername breadfish.
oooooooname kefilwe
ooooooogender female
ooooooohobby On dark, stormy nights you sit around a fire and tell stories inside of the house, all the doors and windows locked, shades drawn to prevent things from looking in. The attic remains closed, the basement is locked, the house is completely dark save for the static that comes from the rain ramming against the windows. There's a noise upstairs, a giggle. Down below there's a scream.
Scratching at the walls are the cats that sense too much. Chills run down your spine at the noises and ghosts cause the hairs to rise.
Stories that make nights tremble and terrors increase. These are what Kefilwe thrives upon and causes. Only for the enjoyment of scaring others, Kefilwe poisons the mind with taunts and fears of the unknown, weaving tales and stories that seem like they could very well take place at the very location you're sitting. She enjoys twisting the mind in warped ways, threats and malevolent repetition bending and breaking.
Psychologically Kefilwe enjoys breaking, bending, twisting, rupturing and contorting beyond the extents that should normally be pushed with her words and her stories. She enjoys the wild side of life, but not quite like the others. Not in an ordinary fashion, but in a twisted semblance of what is commonly received, understood, and acknowledged.
"What a fantastic day it is, do you not believe, that we can sit here on this fateful day and just live?"
ooooooofact about zebras Romans called Grevy's zebras 'hippotigris' and trained them to pull two-wheeled carts for exhibition in circuses.
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