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Long luxurious locks, floating in the wind wild guard with the masked face, eyes of sharp obsidian and salient sword It is a thing of cruel beauty, of glinting silver and a handle the colour of starless midnight It drips, an offering of crimson to the starving Earth "Drink" he whispers lovingly "How is it that we left you to your crippling hunger?" Thunder crackles in approval as Earth is appeased and he rumbles with laughter, electrified by lightning and rain falls quenching its arid surface A smile graces his face and light his wild eyes of molten obsidian He walks, away from the bodies that fed Earth, their blood soiling his boots back into the darkness that feeds the monsters and nightmares
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Obsidian
Long luxurious locks, floating in the wind wild guard with the masked face, eyes of sharp obsidian and salient sword It is a thing of cruel beauty, of glinting silver and a handle the colour of starless midnight It drips, an offering of crimson to the starving Earth "Drink" he whispers lovingly "How is it that we left you to your crippling hunger?" Thunder crackles in approval as Earth is appeased and he rumbles with laughter, electrified by lightning and rain falls quenching its arid surface A smile graces his face and light his wild eyes of molten obsidian He walks, away from the bodies that fed Earth, their blood soiling his boots back into the darkness that feeds the monsters and nightmares
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May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
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