08-09-2022, 01:09 PM
He walked through the verdant valley with a perpetual sneer, clearing footpaths and scraping trees when his bladder grew empty.
He didn't need to be instructed. He was a machine, oiled with blood.
Scent of the Highbloods littered the valley, cloying in its ivory sweetness. Then at last a pale silhouette faded into view. The bull bowed his head. “High King.”
He didn't need to be instructed. He was a machine, oiled with blood.
Scent of the Highbloods littered the valley, cloying in its ivory sweetness. Then at last a pale silhouette faded into view. The bull bowed his head. “High King.”
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