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<blockquote data-quote="melynxt" data-source="post: 2562248">*a young veluptuous female human with long brown hair approaches the thorn tree with a parchment. Soft leather sandals seem to scuff the grass beneath her. Her expression seems blank, her right forearm, bleeding slightly. She slaps the parchment onto a thorn and turns, walking away without a word. **the note seems to be written in a dark red liquid, which appears to be still wet somewhat. Written in a simple print common, it reads: ~The Endthe girl dances aloneshe moves thru the air with graceon her shoulder rests a stonebut a smile appears on her facefeet placement laboredhard to stand nowis this what its all forshe crashes to the groundsilencea chilled breeze stirs the girl lays stillflutterings of leavesbrush past the formshes in a holeyou cant get her outeven if you wantedher ladder burnedblacknessthe blood risesand will soon spillcold grows the bodyof those you killenjoy hellthe fire will warm you nicelygoodbye.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; M~*after reading the parchment, one might figure out, the 'ink' it has been written in, is not ink at all. Tis blood, rather.*</blockquote>

[QUOTE="melynxt, post: 2562248"] *a young veluptuous female human with long brown hair approaches the thorn tree with a parchment. Soft leather sandals seem to scuff the grass beneath her. Her expression seems blank, her right forearm, bleeding slightly. She slaps the parchment onto a thorn and turns, walking away without a word. * *the note seems to be written in a dark red liquid, which appears to be still wet somewhat. Written in a simple print common, it reads: ~The End the girl dances alone she moves thru the air with grace on her shoulder rests a stone but a smile appears on her face feet placement labored hard to stand now is this what its all for she crashes to the ground silence a chilled breeze stirs the girl lays still flutterings of leaves brush past the form shes in a hole you cant get her out even if you wanted her ladder burned blackness the blood rises and will soon spill cold grows the body of those you kill enjoy hell the fire will warm you nicely goodbye. M~ *after reading the parchment, one might figure out, the 'ink' it has been written in, is not ink at all. Tis blood, rather.* [/QUOTE]

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