A revolution may be started with one person, but it sure isn’t finished with one.
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Irene
They say like calls to like. How ones darkness seeps into the pores of another. It can be infectious or prosperous, depending on how one chooses to embrace it. For me, the darkness calls to bring light to others. My bridges are alight with flames, burning all around me, but if I can light the way for the prosperity of others, I will. Even if it means jumping into the roaring flames myself.
Blood Reapers
The call to the wild haunts us in our dreams, feeding our dangerous...
A revolution may be started with one person, but it sure isn’t finished with one.
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Irene
They say like calls to like. How ones darkness seeps into the pores of another. It can be infectious or prosperous, depending on how one chooses to embrace it. For me, the darkness calls to bring light to others. My bridges are alight with flames, burning all around me, but if I can light the way for the prosperity of others, I will. Even if it means jumping into the roaring flames myself.
Blood Reapers
The call to the wild haunts us in our dreams, feeding our dangerous pleasure to the next willing victim. We seek revenge for the hunted, seizing their livelihood for the hunt. Bloodhounds released in the darkness of night, we reap what those souls sow. Deriving pleasure from their sins, there’s nothing we won’t do to ensure we get what is ours. We are the only ones who can give her the darkness that she craves…even if she doesn’t know it yet.
