artifice || offgun

Cursed, forbidden name,
One knows for he shall not forget,
Yet he must never utter,
For it should bring demise upon,

Living in seclusion was not Off's cup of tea. Well, as if he drinks tea at all, he prefers the buzzing streets of the city and the bitter taste of alcohol down to his throat.

Obnoxious. Violent. Self-centered. That's him.

When Off was forced to stay on his mother's home village, he had no choice but to comply. Boredom engulfed him in that forest but thrilling madness slowly caressed his life, especially when he met the one who was mentioned in a thousand year old legend.

Docile. Warm. Gentle. That's him.

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