by Shezza. » Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:51 am
"yeah" Chaos replied sadly.
Swayze walked over to Chaos holding out a piece of fabric. "Find" she demanded.
Chaos sniffed the fabric and started sniffing the ground in search for the smell.

I bleed myself to be your drink:
Is not the blood of poets--ink?
-William Soutar
