[Takasugi stands with his back to the camera, kimono stained with blood, and sword unsheathed. To his side, the butchered carcass of what was once a bear. He swings the blade downward, flicking the blood from its surface, and hesitates, seemingly reluctant to sheathe it just yet, choosing instead to raise it to the sunlight flickering down through
(
Read more... )
Comments 52
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
And have you come for now, my sweet angel of death? You already missed your chance once before.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Such pride in someone who has so much to lose...
Reply
Leave a comment