by . ѕℰℰιиg . тнιиgѕ . » Fri Jul 15, 2011 2:20 pm
I heard Luke, but didn't - couldn't - move. I just whimpered as my cage filled with blood. My black fur was covered halfway up (side view) with red blood, and the deep cut was painful. A droplet of scarlet hit the ground, and all I heard was the steady drip, drip, drip of my blood.
"How can a band be any good without a slightly cocky frontman?" - 