Posts by Jacqueline Avila
Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom
Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice; my limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows, my eyes nearly...
Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice; my limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows, my eyes nearly...
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