by ~Phantasos~ » Fri Jan 18, 2013 6:43 am
Soldier yawned,his long sharp fangs flashing in the light
Chance smiled. "Sleepy." She teased.
"And dreams in their development have breath,and tears,and tortures,and the touch of joy; they leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,they take a weight from off our waking toils,they do divide our being."