Blood Rising

Blood Rising

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The finality of death scares most, human or otherwise. This is where our similarities end. Humans spend their lives in fear of that end, trying to find ways to stall the inevitable. We are free of that madness, living for the present. Humans fight and kill for no reason save fear, anger, and greed. We fight for the safety of kin and kind and the rights that are deserved by all sentient beings. Many humans live their lives with no true purpose. We live to protect one another and protect that which we love and cherish. Humans fear us because we do not look like carbon copies of themselves. We laugh and revel in who we are. Humans show off fake tanned skin, muscles gained through drugs, and surgically altered bodies. We show off the fur, claws, feathers, scales, fangs, paws, and fins we were born with. We might not be human, but we are proud of who we are. We are the Changelings, and we are on the brink of a war that could end everything. Art rights belong to original owner.
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Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

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