August 31, 2008 - 7:54pm — Anzel
I feel the sun burning the tips of my delicate pelt furs, causing droplets of silver sweat to form upon my antlers. I lie, fully exposed, belly upturned towards the starved sun, hoping to be its sacrificial buffet. The smell of rotting flesh is sufficating.
Blades of unyielding grass stab at every inch of my being, slowly stabbing through the softening flesh of the vampiren victim. The venom dewdrops sizzle and evaporate upon my roasting form.
The life leaves me, slowly, endlessly, in a stream of thought and misconceptions. The foolish deer-fake that I am, fades away slowly.
The wind blows; the trees whisper and hum.
A piece of dried flesh leaves me behind.
I fade away less slowly.
...NUUUUUU!!!
NO
NO
NO
-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
-- Dannii <3
Oh! Oh no! V-V-Veinnnnnnnn
S-Sir Vein! You... you must not... Please! Do not... O__O T-The love might tear but you mustn't...
Do not die...
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