Fuck. I need to do this kind of shit more often :)

Gargoyle

My heart is sealed by stone.
Awaiting the day where someone will come and free me.
Emancipate from my own prision.
The Prison of my Heart.

-Zarae.

Crossing the line.

His life has been a mess.
He was never there for the people he loved.
He kept pushing everyone away because he knows that he will hurt them.
He was never a chance taker. A heartbreaker.
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I really don't understand girls...

-Zarae.Misanthrope

I tried to ask you out.
I tried to tell you how I felt,
How in love I am with you and yet so afraid to commit.

We are all looking for that happy ending aren't we ?!

-Zarae. A fool.

I am missing you oh so much.

-Zarae

Welcome my young sire, to Vinci Florentia. The Jewel Of Renaissance.

Silent Night

After draining of the very last drop of blood from his prey, the creature took the liberty of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He, of course would have preferred to use silken weave or at the very least cotton to clean himself but given the current circumstance, the back of his hand would have to suffice.

He inspected the area, looking for any last sign of supper before he continued to the next town. The cackling of tiny embers that littered the area made it distracting and burdensome for him. The town now reduced to a ghost town, some parts of town razed or undone by the monster in him. He now realised that he might have used just a tad too much strength and that clean up would have been painstaking and arduous; moving on would have been the smarter option.

He treaded the area ignoring the fact that the whole town square was strewn with the bodies of townsfolk, adults and adolescents alike. He eventually found some linen clothes to which to replace his own bloodied angora raiment, leather shoes that matched and some wine in a liquor store to rinse his mouth. Now cleaned, well-clothed and satiated, the demon child began his traverse to his hometown.

Next stop. Vinci, Florence.

-Zarae.Ares

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I breathe, dream and live for war.