An Atlantean sorcerer and a sacrifice of northern blood: those are the immutable requirements of the daily ritual that keeps the Terrors beyond the shore.
She belongs to both races and is the last of both. Every night she cuts, and bleeds, and chants, and prays she can endure a little more.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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*worships at the altar of your brain*
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