September 29, 2024, 03:15 PM
(This post was last modified: September 29, 2024, 06:46 PM by Ezra.)
ezra watches the man approach with a porcupine carcass in his mouth and his stomach rumbles. a betrayal. unable to keep his thoughts hidden, he scowls as the stranger approaches boldly, asking for help. it deepens as his mother helps to pull a spine from the man's flesh; his expression a quiet, seething seastorm.
it took all of his willpower not to cringe.
it took all of his willpower not to cringe.
ve're looking for my brother and father.ezra speaks up, goldenankh gaze turning chilled as it cuts from his mother to the stranger.
'cause dead men don't talk
buried under that hideaway
lone star brand i′m
burning it on my chest
buried under that hideaway
lone star brand i′m
burning it on my chest
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RE: yiron - by Ezra - September 29, 2024, 03:15 PM