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Adauchi
Legacy Name: Adauchi
The
Bloodred FeliOwner:
ValenrhymeAge: 15 years, 11 months, 4 days
Born: June 9th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 11 months, 4 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: June 9th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 84
- Strength: 218
- Defense: 196
- Speed: 196
- Health: 189
- HP: 189/189
- Intelligence: 33
- Books Read: 32
- Food Eaten: 1
- Job: Sparring Partner
Pick pieces of me to make breadcrumb trails sing songs of past lives but the voice is underwater garbled twisted Siren song paint me another picture this one is peeling.
All jewelry made of barbedwire that place is empty now.
Stop getting my knuckles bloody the beast is already dead there's no reason to dissect it if it's just going to swallow me.
If I beat against rib cage my bones will be the only thing snapping my sanity will be the only thing snapping
Lose myself to the monster in the corners of my closet under bedsheets dark spaces and haunted I've still not cleared the room of ghosts.
Tear shaped daggers forget-me-nots lining graves of places I never want to visit again there’s fresh flowers still.
Angry throbbing scars if only you could see them. Russian roulette don't let the bullet be that time how much blood can i draw lingering aftertaste will I remember in the morning.
The place where I last saw you empty cliff face screaming down to sharp rocks the bridge was burned a long time ago.
I don't ask to see your face I don't want to
it hurts too deeply too sweetly.
All jewelry made of barbedwire that place is empty now.
Stop getting my knuckles bloody the beast is already dead there's no reason to dissect it if it's just going to swallow me.
If I beat against rib cage my bones will be the only thing snapping my sanity will be the only thing snapping
Lose myself to the monster in the corners of my closet under bedsheets dark spaces and haunted I've still not cleared the room of ghosts.
Tear shaped daggers forget-me-nots lining graves of places I never want to visit again there’s fresh flowers still.
Angry throbbing scars if only you could see them. Russian roulette don't let the bullet be that time how much blood can i draw lingering aftertaste will I remember in the morning.
The place where I last saw you empty cliff face screaming down to sharp rocks the bridge was burned a long time ago.
I don't ask to see your face I don't want to
it hurts too deeply too sweetly.
I wonder what you taste like.