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Why must life be a game of the gods?
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Karma: 0 |  | So Death has reared himself a throne? [open]
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So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters.
A soft roughened grumbling of strangers within a little bar. The floor caked in mud, so thickyl encursted it would be near impossible to scrape off even if one was armed with the sharpest of knifes.
The bar stank of blood and death. An old barkeep reamined behind the relative safety of the old wooden table seperating him from the usually violent locals. His beady black eyes eying the thick wallets of his customers, so clearly if given a chance he would steal you for every penny you had.
"Pint." Kragashi uttered smoothly, his softened grey eyes watching the barkeeper closely, the tip of his fangs overhanging his bottom lip so the light would glisten off its smooth milky white surface.
It stuck him as mildly amusing to see the barkeeper not even flinch at sight of his fangs but seem more... co-operative with his orders. A smirk gracing on his lips, this town was certainly one of the more amusing places he had visited. His gaze drifting, perhaps he would find himself a sweet, Innocent little one to call his own. One to refer as his pomme de sang, his own little food source that would love him honestly, whilst he would love her too, in his own cruel and twisted way.
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