We Are The Truth
♪ Once upon a time or two
I think I lost my mind with you
Too many times to be precise
We take a toke and drink the wine
We got the users over there
We got the whores right here
Right here ♫
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Featuring an excerpt by Syndel Markus and Hycanthian Zsigmond:
Silver Aberdene's frame was tucked against the building, the broken wing hadn't healed and had crusted blood down to the cement. The wet blood just rested in congealed pool, feathers moving ever so often into it and out of it with her shallow breathing. Burns spanned from her forehead on down to the tips of her toes, what little clothing she had was gunked with burnt skin that crackled and hissed with each passing breath, nothing had even come close to trying to heal. Shadowed dust was staying just inches above the skin, keeping her in this state but not all the burns had come from her encounter. Some of the burn was from the burnt brick, her back was resting against it and seeming to barbeque continually. A soft noise came out when her head tilted, curls having kinked to the burn and it was missing in some spots. The good wing seemed untouched, agitated and moving.
Ms. Syn finds the angel in bad shape, she walks towards her, studying her state and whispers, "What a fucking mess.... and the smell... so glad I'm not biological." She says to you, "Hey you there. Are you conscious? What do you have of value that someone would do this to you?"
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We Are The Truth
♪ Once upon a time or two
I think I lost my mind with you
Too many times to be precise
We take a toke and drink the wine
We got the users over there
We got the whores right here
Right here ♫
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Featuring an excerpt by Syndel Markus and Hycanthian Zsigmond:
Silver Aberdene's frame was tucked against the building, the broken wing hadn't healed and had crusted blood down to the cement. The wet blood just rested in congealed pool, feathers moving ever so often into it and out of it with her shallow breathing. Burns spanned from her forehead on down to the tips of her toes, what little clothing she had was gunked with burnt skin that crackled and hissed with each passing breath, nothing had even come close to trying to heal. Shadowed dust was staying just inches above the skin, keeping her in this state but not all the burns had come from her encounter. Some of the burn was from the burnt brick, her back was resting against it and seeming to barbeque continually. A soft noise came out when her head tilted, curls having kinked to the burn and it was missing in some spots. The good wing seemed untouched, agitated and moving.
Ms. Syn finds the angel in bad shape, she walks towards her, studying her state and whispers, "What a fucking mess.... and the smell... so glad I'm not biological." She says to you, "Hey you there. Are you conscious? What do you have of value that someone would do this to you?"
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