Bloodlust And Revenge

Bloodlust And Revenge

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Alone I have stayed for every time I had thought I had found a place I could call home, I would slip and lose control. I was getting better at staying mentally conscious and that in itself was a large feat of strength. The fateful day that changed my life always stood at the forefront of my mind, a reminder of my mission in life. * * * At birth, he was looked upon as a curse or bad omen. Shunned by both his kind. Wesvyon, half elf-half orc, a burden blanketing him his entire life.
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The world was fire. All I wanted to do was burn with it. After another day of screaming and fighting, I could only sit by my window and pray that absolution would come. That I would finally be released from this Hell. She came then, maybe a figment of my imagination or a ghost from the past. A version of me long gone, or perhaps I was a version that was born to devour her. Her face was hard, but her eyes were apologetic as she handed me her dandpattas. "It is time, chhota draigan." I closed my eyes then, steeling myself, and began to hum. Oh, what to be born from chaos - what to be born from fire and blood.

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