The mind of a peculiar fellow, in a peculiar place.
The walls memories of things that never were, the floors tables in perverted fashion.
The sounds of shallow humour escaping your sights and poetic attire pulling at your feet. Listening for those waves of your fortune, and bearings of tension between your teeth. Obsessing over needles down the spine, creeping through the turns of solitude.
You are lost, and Welcomed,
full heartedly, to my vice and virtue.
Defended
Gold: [Talon]
Silver: [Open]
Bronze: [Open]
Granted
Blue: [Daypaw]
Green: [Rivlen]
Yellow: [Open]
Orange: [Open]
Crafted
Black: [Open]
White: [Niko]
Gray: [Open]
[None Reviewed]
[Post Colour you wish to be associated with]
[Roll One Four Sided Die: 1d4]
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[Roll A four Sided Die]
