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09-12-2014, 03:59 PM
He was perched atop the antlers of an unfortunate deer cadaver, an eye, shrivled and rotten in?his beak, feeling the warm rain fall over his back and roll off his feathers. How unfortunate that the beast had died before the rain started. An even greater shame that he came across the corpse afer it had dried. He stopped suddenly, his head lifting up to face the clouds and spread his wings "the tide will swallow the damned and freeze over! The prince of Samson's blood will coat the ice and freeze atop it! All will despair, all will bleed! A whore king will rise and bring desolation on his wings! " he croaked. Blind eyes seaching the skies for the source of the voice of doom. Gylton Daphion Speech |
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