TexasDreamer01

For those herbalists who tend to others and themselves from the carefully-accrued bounties of the earth, such medicines are just as scrupulously crafted. And as such, there is a long-held conviction among them. One tenet is always upheld - any tincture, no matter how diluted, will always work. Even should it be stretched to its breaking point, the potency is no less dulled, to the point of unbelievably impossible circumstances. He supposed it was a thought particularly well-suited to him. Spitting out a bit of blood from his busted lip, the thief strolled through the inscrutable maze that was his Soul Room. None of the doors were unlocked,

The ground was slick and muddy with spilt blood. It curled between her toes and threatened to stain the delicately fashioned, gilt sandals. She swallowed, the motion thick and choking, continuing her stroke as she felled another soldier. The motion was uninterrupted as she pivoted to hack at another. Her dress, gauzy and white and tightly bound into place by a bronze-shod leather breastplate, was clinging to her skin. Blood trickled in rivulets, the quickly chilling and coagulating mess making her skin itch. Sweat plastered her hair and she cursed, yet again, not having the time to bind it with a leather cord before the sounds of riots and

Yugi had let him take over for the remainder of the class, happy to escape the boredom of a quiet classroom and mildly perturbed by the request. The change-over was quick enough though - his excuse of wanting to be out of his Soul Room for a while worked better than expected. Nobody was paying the spirit any attention. He liked it better that way, silently glad that this was the one class their friends weren’t in. It would have been rather awkward to interact with them in the sort of mood he was in. Shifting in the wooden chair, he brought a hand to his face, resisting the urge to grimace at the pulsating sparks of pain in his eyes. I

The blood splatters were nothing compared to the look in the child's eyes. Desolate, quietly foreboding. He shivered, feeling as if his very soul were being pierced by that heavy gaze. The duplicate was still breathing - if only so faintly it could barely be seen. He was easily supported by the one staring at him so chillingly, head cradled in crook of arm. "You have trespassed upon my heart." Funny, it wasn't as deep as he thought it was going to be. He had been half-expecting the earth shaking tone of a god, not the low tenor of a child grown in a man's world. Tremulously, he had the urge to bow. To bow and scrape and beg for mercy. &he

He could feel the tugging (tuggingholdtightsharpseams) on every molecule of his being. Lips moved, twitched into a grin at the person he was looking at, but held fast at the stitching holding them closed. (grinsmirktauntlittlechild) An invisible wind, one whose caresses were familiar, tugged at him. (tracingbonyribscurveofjawhauntingchuckle) Finally, disappearing into the mist he knew this other person could not see, his lips finally broke free into a cackle. Though he could not feel, he knew his teeth had long since been formed into the needle-sharp canines he once used to fear for so long. (comelittlelightlaughtomadnessyouaremine) Last