Prologue
Even the iron still fears the rot
Hiding from something I cannot stop
Walking on shadows, I can't lead him back
Buckled on the floor when night comes along
Daddy's left and momma won't come home
“6 years, has it really been 6 years since that putrid waste died? I could’ve sworn it...
Howdy! The name's V.
Been roleplaying for around 8 years now, I love to write, draw and game! Sometimes even all at once x)c
Stay safe out there, stranger! o/