The Ballad of Joker Company: The Hollow by LieutenantJoker342, literature
Literature
The Ballad of Joker Company: The Hollow
| Not the Kind of Mare You Want to Own… |
I staggered to a tree gulping in the chilling night air. My leg muscles burned like fire from running. Running from what I realized could possibly be my end. Running straight into the forest and not looking back. That "thing," if you could even call it that, was not the person I had come to call a friend, no... it was just a shell of who it once used to be… Pale skin, ink black eyes that pour liquid death, a knife dripping with an unknown substance, and a violent twitch every few seconds… Everything about the shell screamed of hopelessness and death… That knife…
The Ballad of Joker Company: The Hollow by LieutenantJoker342, literature
Literature
The Ballad of Joker Company: The Hollow
| Not the Kind of Mare You Want to Own… |
I staggered to a tree gulping in the chilling night air. My leg muscles burned like fire from running. Running from what I realized could possibly be my end. Running straight into the forest and not looking back. That "thing," if you could even call it that, was not the person I had come to call a friend, no... it was just a shell of who it once used to be… Pale skin, ink black eyes that pour liquid death, a knife dripping with an unknown substance, and a violent twitch every few seconds… Everything about the shell screamed of hopelessness and death… That knife…
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