[Well hello guys!]
▒ Tyler Michael Mantiera III ▒
When contrary winds blow across the sands
Their murmurs can be easily swayed
But when storms quicken one cannot placate
The howling of their murderous rages
Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand
Beside our waiting graves
As war roars about out precious land
Seeking cause to subjugate
Tonight in Flames...
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Looking up a rather long an rather ominous feeling road that led to the manor Tyler huffed before weighing his options. The world renown photo journalist was in the area working on his next project..Something about a rash of odd disappearances in the city that resided nearby and considering the current weather his options sort of outweighed one another. "God dammit". He grumbled before shrugging his shoulders once more, letting out another huff.
"People don't respect reservations and I'm stuck with this s**t". He muttered before shrugging his shoulders and starting his way up the path.
As he walked small outlines of his feed would leave little ice trails behind him.
The air around the male was thicker and extremely cool although it was normal to him other people would easily tell the difference.
It took the male several minutes to walk the entire path, reaching the stoop he stopped and looked at it for a moment before proceeding to walk up the few stairs and hold a hand out to the door. "Well..."He started to say before knocking a few times, his heavy fist making quite a bit of nice. "Here goes nothing". He spoke before moving his hand back to his side and shifting his weight all onto one foot.
The seven foot two male sat patiently slowly beginning to whistle.
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