𓆩♱𓆪 The Rotting 𓆩♱𓆪

Funny little thing, aren't you?

I will lend this warning: Keep your friends close.

Storms...

A simple repeat of history.

Lying is the most fun I can do.

Wind rolling over the hills...

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I am sick. I am...poisoned. All i wanted to do was live, was to become something great.

You have ruined me.

Loving the world is such a curse when you have nothing to give back.

You were thought to be born alone. You cried like a goat. or a lamb.

But i was there. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. But i was there.

My little lamb, i have always been here. waiting like a curious moth to a flame.

My tattered beautiful creature... home will call for you soon enough.

So meek.
So frail.

You tattered beautiful creature.

My beautiful doll.

It is warm like the sun. burning. hot.
Loud like the winds. harsh and unforgiving.
and wet as the ocean, but built with pent up rage.

It amuses me. How much you are fire and stone.

It makes me laugh, knowing it'll be all your fault.

And the gods... are unforgiving and cruel.

Gods rest your soul.

Haunting.
adjective
poignant and evocative; difficult to ignore or forget.

This wasn't the plan. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! They can break loose...they can SLIP from my control!

It's fine, its alright...I have 2 more, i can amp the pain.

Nothing will get past me.

Silent, aren't you? Why. You are supposed to help me. I made you, and you made me. You are what i need to survive.

The more you resist, the more we will want to eat you the same we ate him.

This connection keeps slipping. Who told you you could leave? I didn't. Learn to behave.

Big talk...for one who hides in the woods...

Everything is connected and Everything that connects...will fall.

Someone's stealing my game. No, No, No, No.

We can't have that.

Forest green and tiger orange. - 🌻

Walking into the beasts den is not the smartest choice. There are some pros and cons to such a dangerous decisions.

Pros?: You get to make new friends!

Cons?: No one really makes it back out alive.

Your breathing will run short. Your body will become frail and everything you wished to complete will remain empty. You will die with the thought of knowing you could do more but never having the time to complete what you wanted.

Their love was enough to save you, but it will be the ones to kill you.

I'm beginning to think of the past. the fun. and how we destroyed him. Maybe he did not have to die, or maybe we needed to survive without a master holding our leash.

Ah, how close it is to be free. I am still bounded by many things... one step at a time.

Having knowledge never hurt no one.

Rotten Child of the isles, The world misses you...