apostaticus

❝ It’s useless to try and hide
    your gaze, shem; I can feel
    it upon me even if you’re
    staring from the corner of
    your eye. 

           And yet celadon does not broach the very countenance of he who is proclaimed; the timbre itself is steeped in monotony, in banal loquence and the like. He does not harbour rancour towards those whose oculi linger ( for who could blame them? Sanguine ichor had stained his lips, mutilated his flesh; scars ran deep, his was no different )           but he disdained the pity they were so inured to endowing. You shroud your face, as I do, but I suspect you do so out of fear rather than courtesy; or have I missed the mark? 

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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE!

THE ELF IORVETH

EXCEPTIONALLY RUTHLESS COMMANDER TO A UNIT OF Squirrels

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