12-24-2020, 12:24 AM
FATHER TIME
✯ — remember the taker
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The wolf's head pivoted as if to acknowledge the presence of another, yet he was perfectly silent for what seemed like an uncomfortably long time. The rest of Father's lofty physique eventually followed the turn of his head, carefully readjusting itself like a staggering tower of building blocks. His posture resembled that of a marionette tossed haphazardly into a child's trunk, as if it were a sad attempt at minimizing his size. As Father listened to the Cheetah's request, he tilted his head in a gesture that almost indicated a nonexistent smile. Had his flat, featureless face not been adorned with a Hannya mask, his mannerisms would have seemed rather pointless. Oh dear, it looks like I've been caught by surprise. He attempted to communicate to Elsweyr telepathically, given his lack of a mouth. His bleak delivery didn't quite match the alleviating verbiage behind his response, but he carried on regardless. Not need, but rather, want. Tanglewood has been a star in my sky for many seasons, and I was tempted to have a closer look. Father rose to his feet once more and approached the area beneath Elsweyr's perch. to put it simply, i would like to join.
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maybe there's a fever burning on the inside. waiting for the demons to come and lick the tears dry. but i'm still begging for the pale sugar water, eyes lazy for the truth. am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter? does your god believe in you? maybe i'm a total wreck, so drain my blood until there's nothing left.
MAYBE I WON'T REPENT. LIVE A LIE AND LET THE VULTURES IN.