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•°o.O◣Delgato Mi Corizon◢O.o°•
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Why must you push me so....
Why must you push me so....
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Someone..free me from this enthrallment that binds me so...This desperation, the feeling of another somber day...is too much..I can no longer take it..
His face was slightly dreary, the bleak landscape had kept his attention for so many years that it almost seemed drab now, his attention was turned towards salamanders that were winding there way across the sand, small hollow masks on there faces as they crept across the gray landscape and faded into the background. His face was slightly turned towards the right, he notices a dismembered hollow mask laying in the sand, it's head turned vertically and slanted too the right side. He snatches it out, sand flowing into his perfectly sculpted face making him cough and brush it off. The jaw of the mask was gaping open, an almost tongue like extension lay sprawled out of it, other than that the mask was completely barren and dull, white and gray as everything else here...Oh how he longed for the color red...Either in blood or fine roses that he enjoyed soo much. raises his arm, metal from his jacket forming a small rose in his right hand. He frowns. "Gray..." He trudges through his words with a sense of boredom...Was this really all Hueco Mundo had too offer...A garganta would be needed to escape this place for now and go too a field in the human world that harbored his favorite flower...
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This desolation...it could not have been me..I am in bondage, this encasement too this place....Is now too much too take...
I am Delgado Mi Corizon, practitioner of the earth...
I am Delgado Mi Corizon, practitioner of the earth...
What must I do for respect....The last thing you will hear is the click of my rapier.
