#terrorscape

[grommtheorc]

Simple paintjob for Terrorscape

[untaldemente]

:c

[pyramage]

Once a flower is picked, it immediately begins to die.

Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

[crushed-veneers]

Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams. From childhood's grave sprang a young woman, jaded before her years, who knew that beasts could wear the skins of men, and that evil could exist in sunlight, as well as darkness.

[average-indescribablyso]

It wasn't that she was sad—sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only thing she felt was numb. And tired. Yes, she very frequently felt tired.

Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape