[[ Dream ]]

[charming_sadist]

The sky is the color of blood, the ground a barren wasteland. The smell of blood is thick in the air, causing any who might smell it to gag or retch. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but it seems that any storms building are still far off. Karasu is walking, slowly, his hands in his pockets, appearing unconcerned with the stale wind that idles

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[petalsofdeath]

Marluxia couldn't help but flinch slightly as a razor struck his cheek, cutting it and leaving one sanguine droplet on his face. His coat swirled around him as he looked back at Karasu, his face expressionless like a doll.

"Is that because it is all you have?"

[charming_sadist]

He turned, glancing over his shoulder, surprised at the flash of brightness...but no, it was pink, not red. Still, he scented the air, like a predator, turning to fully face the other.

"It is." he replied smugly, an almost lazy quality in his voice.

[petalsofdeath]

"It is all any of us has, is it not?" He asked slyly, ignoring the blood on his cheek.

[charming_sadist]

"Have you tasted death then...?" and he was making his way towards the others, ignoring the thunder that rumbled, moving closer to the pair of them.