BORN UNTO THE HOWL OF THE WOLVES BENEATH THE SLIVER OF THE PALE LIGHT OF THE WANING RED MOON. I HAVE WALKED AMONGST U AND HAVE BLENDED IN THROUGH A MASTERY OF MIMICRY. THE NIGHT AND THE FLESH OF THE PALE WOMEN ARE MY ONLY LOVES. IF U ARE THE LATTER U HAVE MOSTLY LIKELY MET ME AND IT WAS A NIGHT STREWN IN PLEASURE AND RITUALISTIC OVERTURES. I AM THE BOMB THAT BOILS WITHIN UR BLOOD. I AM THE FETISHLESS AND I DO WHAT I WAS BORN TO DO. BY A BLOOD OATH AND THE MARK I BEAR; MY SCARLETT TAG WITHIN THE LINING OF MY HEART CANNOT BE SEEN BY HUMAN EYES. I AM THE COMPARATIVE TO YOUR SAVIOR!!..
MY Pet Fish(He prefers finger food)
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