fragile....crushing stillnessfragile.... by ~xxxxDamienxxx
my blood freezes, turning my veins to ice
my skin...like glass
one touch could break me....
the hunt....thorns tear at your flesh painting long strokes of ruby on your skin. you run, but you know you can't get away we will pursue you relentlessly. why? you ask, quite simple really. for the joy of the hunt we DELIGHT in tearing you to shreds rending your flesh and hearing you moan and cry as you beg for mercy. however you know full well mercy will never come and when you are gone, another will wander unknowingly into Unseelie Court lands, and the fun will begin again for us, at least .the hunt.... by ~xxxxDamienxxx