Sometimes I feel as if liquid has filled the essence of time, and I float with resounding melancholy, along with flitting, shimmering lights of memories and emotions.
Most times I feel as if fire has broken free of its chains and burned my future, smearing ashes, bubbling the flesh of my experiences, distorting them until I only hold an urn full of failure in front of a bouquet of red roses.
If I feel this way then a war has been waged. with whom, and why, are obscured by uncertain clouds of tears. Arrows of dread on fire with regret chip the stone wall of my heart slowly. swords and shields clash in a collosieum, my mind, a dangerous entity who sneers and laughs and calculates. Hides behind my eyes of ice with a surrentipitus grin. Am I on the winning or losing side of this internal fight?
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Characters I Have Made
This is a random collection of characters i've created. Some are vampires, some werewolves, and some hybrids. Enjoy
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Zenthrex Vendetta
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