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January 28, 2005
Stirs le Darke
At long last I am FREE. Free of the endless void of nothingness and eternal torment. Such delicious, chaotic torment, but upon none to visit it. Pent up and restrained, I have saved up much wrath for those that placed me hence, so very long ago. They shall all pay, far into the reaches of their descendants' inheritance. Cursed and loathed, suffering beyond the normal ken.
My claws twitch for the throbbing beat of life's last measured sounding. Mine ears long to hear the sigh of release. So much time wasted in the confines of the void. And now, so much more time to foment that chaos which screams for release.
I long for the first kill. It has been so very long. I smell blood, ichor, viscera all around. The weak so close, demanding to be culled from the herd. So close... so very, very close...
Posted by Varraen at January 28, 2005 07:39 PM