sometimes you wish that your fists would be left BLOODY from battle, that your skin would BRUISE and your breath would CONSTRICT in the back of your throat as your lungs BEGGED over-exerted muscles for respite —‑ you wished that your heart’s ERRATIC rhythm was that of a WAR DRUM, and not anEXECUTION CALL.there is glory in battle, there is a SWEETNESS said to accompany VICTORY. but the blood that seeps between your fingers is not ICHOR, you are made of stone and TAR, you are somethingUGLY, something of the EARTHand not of the heavens. if there is a holiness to you, it is for GODS LONG DEAD, and if you are their MESSIAH,you sing them hymns CACOPHONOUS in their despair.
YOU ARE NOT A WARRIOR. YOU ARE A REAPER.
independent original character, played by maddy, formerly cryokinetics, moved blogs 04 / 12 / 16