by ҒoҲ » Mon Sep 03, 2012 6:21 pm
He got up,clearing his thoughts and headed to the throwing knife station,this is not what he was supposed to be doing here.He was killing himself from the inside out.As he walked to the main area,he picked up 12 blades,aiming them as he went down the line of dummys 7 of them hitting bulls eye.One just beside,relativly fine results if you ask him.
Such beautiful, strong, Witty Creatures...
who
can blame her for hunkering
into the doorwells at night,
the only blaze in the dark
the brush of her hopeful tail,
the only starlight
her little bared teeth?
and when she is not satisfied
who can blame her for refusing to leave,
Master Of The Hunt, why am I
not feeding, not being fed?
wip