03-26-2023, 05:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2023, 04:10 PM by Medvjed. Edited 1 time in total.)
@Hydra if the location isn't okay, bump me and i will fix!! also pls no need to match length
Ask any man and he would say the world was a wonderful place, full of potential and ripe for the taking. Ask any man and he would say the world was made for him, that the sun rose and each day would be his. Ask any man and he would whisper words of the power of his masculinity in each answer.
Medvjed had not cared for the men who thought the worth of the world was measured by what swung between legs.
But one had rambled too long and too loud, a voice that boomed and beamed with acid of a snake underneath. He had grown tired of the man's honeyed voice and the words. Things had come to blows.
He had thought he had won, but the world yawned awake before him with the buzzed headache of a man who had lost. Beneath thick mass ached soft bruises that would haunt more than his flesh. For when he had opened his beady, buzzard eyes he found not a smidge of familiarity.
Ask him and he would have said the world was sranje and that it would never ripen for anyone. That the sun had only peaked through foggy fields to strike him when he was down.
He snorted despite the headache that blossomed in full to a near migraine. How could he be so special as to be picked on by the sun itself? He could not be. So he had to withstand like every other meat puppet in the world, even when he realized the bruising had felt bone deep instead of flesh deep.
He rose like the sun did every morning. Only out of an age old obligation to bring forth new things.
And carried himself in steps that quaked towards the edge of the water.
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