Totoka River if given a knife and a hand in which to hold it, the mind would eventually eat itself

wounded more than just physically, the young ghost had been ravaged his entire life by the circumstances that had unfolded. he had been torn clean open from the inside, and he thought that he could feel the leaking of his kindness in every passing moment. it was as though he had been born with a leak, and all of the good things that had once existed inside of him were gradually drizzling to the earth and disappearing forever.

illidan's eyes were wild as the brute seemed to pull back slightly. he wriggled something fierce, but there was a distinct moment in which he believed that he would taste his own blood in the back of his throat, and that the other man's fangs would sink deep into the tender flesh of his neck. ”no!” the wildling barked desperately before flinging himself upward and attempting to headbutt the sandy brute.