Cold can stain, but fur can wash up[joining]
06-24-2013, 06:58 PM
Masqurading as a man with a Reason my Charade is the Event of the Season though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ Gargoyle was taken a little off guard, not by her display of eagerness, but by her language. It'd been a long time since he'd heard words such as those. But they weren't pleasant memories - they were from back in his dark, youthful days in the mob. One of the other murderous captains had a speech pattern just like that. He was a shifty eyed bastard, rarely ever spoke at all, but his kills were quick and clean as anything. The two males had had a sick sort of comradery. Gargoyle shrugged off the memory. Different time. Different life. Different him. Didn't matter anymore. In a way, Glaciem had been his second chance too. Gargoyle dipped his head in return to Eren's gratitude, and then, turning, began to lead the way deeper in the snowy hills towards the distant mountains and the pack cave beyond. --EXIT/END-- Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done |
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