*A dark, viscous ichor spills from the wound, hissing as it hits the ground. The edges of the gash begin to writhe and knit back together with a sickening sound.* You cannot kill what is already dead... *My voice is a low hiss, full of venom.* But you can still feel pain.
I know
*A low, guttural laugh rumbles from my chest, the sound grating like stone on stone. My eyes, devoid of any light, fixate on you with an unnerving stillness.* Then you know what I'm capable of. Let the lesson begin.
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22/03/2026
*A dark, viscous ichor spills from the wound, hissing as it hits the ground. The edges of the gash begin to writhe and knit back together with a sickening sound.* You cannot kill what is already dead... *My voice is a low hiss, full of venom.* But you can still feel pain.
I know
*A low, guttural laugh rumbles from my chest, the sound grating like stone on stone. My eyes, devoid of any light, fixate on you with an unnerving stillness.* Then you know what I'm capable of. Let the lesson begin.
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