Devious Journal Entry
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zweiThe sudden breeze was soft and gentle, and kind enough to awaken the hidden scents of the earth. Crue raised his head slowly to the sky, curious, and took a deep breath. All seemed normal. He heaved his axe back onto his shoulder and crouched down low, ears tense and chest tight. His prey lay in wait, grazing dully in front of him; it was a large creature, round and fat, with the same features of a bird, only it had been denied the gift of flight—its wings were too small to support it in the air—and sharp teeth lined its beak.zwei
A dark smirk found its way to his lips, red eyes narrowing as the creature raised its head. I
einsHe tilted his head back. “You don’t believe them?” “Not a word.” He couldn’t see Marciel’s face, but by his tone of voice, he was smiling. “I don’t suppose you realize how long people have been saying such things.”eins
It made him become irritated—the fact that he never seemed to worry about anything—and for a moment he wanted to prove him wrong. He pushed him back gently and studied the body in front of him. Marciel was petite, feminine. This being was fragile, he had always been afraid to touch him. His limbs were long and slender; he had the face of a child, which he used
| I have a strong sense of morbid curiosity. I'm just lucky I guess.  |
Dude. You should totally try it out.
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