Cthulhu Fhtagn.
Baxter

BloodThe Courtesan looked at the red stain on his rapier calmly, as the shocked silence gave way to screams and the gasps of faint ladiesBlood
The young man had been gazing at the Lady the entire night, too stunned by her beauty to speak to her. Finally, emboldened by he-knew-not-what, he stepped forward and shyly introduced himself.
The Courtesan watched, strangely still and silent, as a crimson drop separated from the stain, slowly moving down his swords blade, a tiny scarlet river left in its wake.
The pairs love was the talk of the court. One was rarely, if ever, seen without the other, la


IdolWren sighed, coaxing one last note from his fiddle, scraping cat-gut against horsehair. How he loved it…the music, the love, the adoration. He took his bow as the audience leapt to their feet, applauding wildly. He drank in their praise, their emotions, the ones he had brought forth. He fed, draining them, their life. He was their idol…their god…and they worshipped him. He played, and they praised, and he fed, and they died, little by little.Idol
I still have your DVD...heh...
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"What do you see, Armstrong?" "I see a GIANT LANCE!"
Please check out my contest [link]
I jsut noticed this ost...observent? Me? oh, no.
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If you have attempted alchemy by clapping your hands or by drawing an array, copy and paste this to your signature.
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"What do you see, Armstrong?" "I see a GIANT LANCE!"
Please check out my contest [link]
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If you have attempted alchemy by clapping your hands or by drawing an array, copy and paste this to your signature.
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"What do you see, Armstrong?" "I see a GIANT LANCE!"
Please check out my contest [link]
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ˇPapanatas! ˇLlorones! ˇBaratijas! ˇPellizco!... ˇMuchas Gracias! n___n
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