No, bedraggled was not the word. Perhaps...ah, rugged would be more fitting. And scenario would eb supported, for this Ravish had fought for vengence, and vengence was always a force to be reckoned with. After regarding the tossled dove's position, inaudible sigh permeates, vibrating across circumjacence, and approach is made, saratial insceseries sculping plaint fortune as 'support is made, ebonite epidermis quite significant against teh Dove's. What's a Rook to do, eh? No in degradment, but slight step taken, as to make it look as though he had not interfered with her support at all, for pride was a banner best worn daily. I wear my Shame as a badge, for all to see. The momment i amm defeated, I retrive stregnth from my comrades [ though it appears I have none now], and, of course, attempt once more. Gallant, no? Chortle is made a self-authored hilarity, orbitual concaves pilfering oxygen from satuated contexture.
.exotic music.
.kill my name.
.usurper tones.
.play my game.
.dragon's kill.
.and doves dine.
.who's fault do I bear?.
.I belive it's mine...
.let me plead madness.
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