❛ I’M CERTAIN IT’S much easier to GO ON about when you yourself YET still have BOTH hands — i fear i don’t SHARE your sentiments, as wise or witless they may BE. ❜ words are callous, RANCOR wrought by his own MASTICATION of self worth, pure savagery replacing the HOLLOWS where arrogance once lay. ❛ — it would SEEM my left hand takes no FAVOR to a blade. once i could lay WASTE to battlefields, now a bloody CHILD could unseat me from my steed … & with a toy sword no LESS. ❜
MYSTERY OF A CREATURE so dependent on hubris, beasts left perhaps somewhat POWERLESS to spare all else from a wrath that can GROW larger than any DRAGON. Head tips forth, broken smile SMEARS itself godlike upon paled petals, through each gap oozes SYMPATHY well above MANKIND. ❛ Û, ionneg, your PRIDE takes no favour to your left HAND. ❜ He eyes him, a MARTYR doubtless, once a monster forged of cockiness like MOST of them, but now, he lies DROWNING in self - pity, marred flesh, and marred soul. ❛ Don’t be a FOOL. ❜ Star - wrought & silver kissed, ethereal silhouette SHIFTS, shuffles graceful and steps forward, he leans in, hesitation dares not FALL upon him & ICY FLAMES catch emeralds merciless. Gruesome, flesh melts on the side of the FACE, spell lifts & magic DRIES OUT, leaves burnt skin, a scar HIDEOUS --- ❛ No man will see you a RIVAL, if you so believe it was your RIGHT HAND that had you slay through LEAGUES. ❜
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