I am emptiness,
Nothing I can ever share,
Creates substance
Black, cracked stone yeilds,
To my hungry hands,
Crushed and lost to the wind,
Now black sand.
My eyes are pits,
My heart is hollow,
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harsh gaze fastened on 'the special one' sneer conquers her, destest sprouting for this 'unique' find. [x] do you believe in magic? [x] vocal chrods ring, after many a moons of silence. my my, what do we have here? perhaps your little horn is some sort of growth.. 'tis not wise to declare your self special. for all I see is an arogant pain in the ass. hmm, but thats just me speaking. heed to the fact just because you have a horn makes you special. [x] I certainly don't [x] once more the light arabic mistress slinks into the shadows, muttering, audible to the disgrace. higher rank my ass.
ooc; if you're wondering why I am.. rude, I detest 'mythical' creatures. I am still puzzled on why kat has allowed a unicorn on the game.
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