themasquerade

Sav'ilar had finished his mask. His masterpiece, it was perfection, it was him. He knew deep down this is the beginning of something perfect, something... grand. His stage was soon to be elevated, but how could he make it rise? "Must I do it this way? Harming them all, drinking from countless...

Sav'ilar was alone, cold, and knew what was coming, he consumed that animals blood but three days ago, he just, never expected it to come so soon, so violently, he felt the cravings and realized if he didn't go somewhere safe, with someone safe, it would all be over. He would have done this all...