04-17-2022, 03:13 PM
dreams. something that livingdead had few of. her dreams were the nightmares of others. death was her comfort and rot was her desire. she was not normal. yet, she knew that early on. as, how could she not? it was very clear to her as no emotions were there to cloud her mind.
she could think clearly and she knew what she wanted. the woman would be found at the border of bodies. sniffing the air for any sign of life among the dead. though she did not smell anything but rot. in her mind, she knew she loved it. but she did not feel anything.
she never had. her mind controlled her, not her heart. if she thought she loved it, then she did. simple as that. it was how she always worked. moving to the bodies, she scanned them with those empty eyes. there would have been longing in her eyes, if she could have felt such a thing.
"speech"
she could think clearly and she knew what she wanted. the woman would be found at the border of bodies. sniffing the air for any sign of life among the dead. though she did not smell anything but rot. in her mind, she knew she loved it. but she did not feel anything.
she never had. her mind controlled her, not her heart. if she thought she loved it, then she did. simple as that. it was how she always worked. moving to the bodies, she scanned them with those empty eyes. there would have been longing in her eyes, if she could have felt such a thing.
"speech"
[abbr=info]✘[/abbr] "the same thing you are"
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"To become a monster like me, is to admit you were too weak to remain a human."
"Eternity is wasted upon the likes of you. Try as you might, immortality slips away. And you remain with only your shame."
[/td][/tr][/table]"Eternity is wasted upon the likes of you. Try as you might, immortality slips away. And you remain with only your shame."