Κύριε ἐλέησον

[XxSamuraiGodxX]

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' .. Blessed silver aligning the flesh.

Feeling for just a moment of which comprises them.

Of that beating heart.

Of that ripe Soul.

To soon the blade would be run through it.
One so green as this.
Like grass beneath us.

God willing.

You will find me once more.

Hone that vermillion cloud.

I am still here.'

Come and face me, coward.

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DM: Searching 
Found





Attendants: Me and You.












 

[Jay]

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"This blade that I acquired is another one of my fangs.
My fangs soak into my enemies' flesh.
And so? This blade will, too.

It is still unnamed without a real purpose
but,
to spill blood across the battlefield.

Maybe soon it will and will acquire a name."

Challenge Accepted.
"I'm not a fucking coward."