There are many underground operations orchestrated by the powerful members of the Ghoul community. Cannibalism parties, gangs, gormet gatherings. All well known and generally ignored by those who don't approve, and joined by those who do. Recently in section twelve, however, a certain practice...
Jason was standing in the middle of an open field. It was as though there was a thick mist gathered just at the edge of his vision, and not an inch further. The ground didn't seem it's usual thin blades of grass and rolling expanses. Instead it was as if he were viewing it out of the corner of...
A jostling crowd filed into an arena, who's gates were no T'Odis mountain passages, but impressive in their own right's. The time of year had the air ripe with conversation and wealth, though the demeanor was calm and a bit nervous. The first day of Iorn's yearly festival was coming to a close...
"All he managed was a half hearted "Hey!" followed by a murmered oh, fuck me when the beasts incandescent eyes locked into him."
I have to say how much i appreciate this one little sentence @Crucified Fear I don't know why i find it so perfect xD
well i really don't want to be a bother. again i am really sorry about disappearing twice in a row. I really was planning on being dedicated to this. Continue with that decision. xD