i feel like i'm drowning

thus the moon has swallowed the sun, yet again, the world turns cold.. the shifting of tides, an eerie wind blows and the devil prowls the lands, hunting for the weak and downtrodden. a man, blanketed by his own demise, finds solace in the dark of the night. his thoughts plague him, taunting him into submission and to bow to the whim of sorrow. he's lost, unhinged and still he refuses to believe that his baby brother is dead. draugr, plucked from this world too soon and not even the birds seem to mourn this loss.

grïmmjow sighs heavily, halting his thoughts from clouding his judgement. he needed to move forward with his life, because dwelling on the past is harsh on the mind and body. so, he pursues a more glorifying virtue, however he will never forget the man who put his brother in a casket. grïmm has made it his personal mission, his vendetta to make that man rue the day he crossed him and his kin. for now, the scarred beast takes refuge near the edge of a hot spring, coming to a stop and plopping down on the earth in a huff. his steeled gaze never once left the surface of the water and his ears honed in on the different sounds around him. lost in time, locked in the clutches of memories long forgotten..

"speech"