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Now my pet, HUNT!
I long for the taste of rich Gaian blood, but so often am found dining on whichever poverty ridden whimsical Gaian youth that first catches my attention. Yet my thoughts always travel back to the vivid memories of the aged aroma and refined flavor of a sophisticated blue blood.
I tire of romancing new prey nightly, knowing it will end in regretless death. Not with my having found a new pet to cherish & keep, but rather of me tiring with the old mongrel, disposing of it and desiring new company to entertain my thoughts. I hopelessly wait, with black sunken & starving eyes, to find love, loyalty, and friendship in one Gaian that could last… forever…
Who dare become my new pet?
-If only you could witness the insanity that happens in the depths of my mind, then maybe you could begin to comprehend why I am the way I am.-
-DeSpAiR0218 -
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DeSpAiR0218 Rants....
This is where my true crazyness comes out... sometimes... ok All the time. Sometimes out of sheer boredom I will make up stories.
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