As a famous man once said “Look at that ugly son of a bitch” -Arthur Morgan
Although you may feel that the mirror tells you the truth It is not the mirror that describes you. It is you. Unlike a mirror, you are not built for perfect reflection. When you lead a life riddled with contempt, anger, and hatred, you may see yourself as the ugliest son of a bitch. But don’t worry. You are beautiful in one way or another, it’s in all of us. Arthur Morgan was sure as fine as sand.
I don’t need to write a story about this. We’ve all been in a position, where our emotions and thoughts have guided us toward a path that actually isn’t as stable as it had seemed. The love of my life is gone, finding a new path is harder than I have previously known You have misunderstood, I’m sure. but I’m sure it has hurt more to be misunderstood. When you care about the person who has these thoughts about you, when they’re not true. You want to show them otherwise, but the misunderstanding has barred you two apart. This pain, the pain with being misunderstood. Can I really do nothing?
Love finds a way? It sounds like bullshit to me. Yet still I hold, that she may take another chance with me. You writhe in pain and agony, this pain of being misunderstood Very few stories can truly replicate this The pain with being misunderstood.
Delectable roses Thorn bristled beneath the brow of leaf and stem Shining is the sun, so peculiar in its humongous, yet eye-destroying flowy form of orange, red, and yellow through an unknown, invisible and mysterious blue. Ears erupt in shock to a shout, it’s the calling of the ancient, reliable and powerful servant of man. A white, gray, and dusty mark streaks the flapping, wet and slobbery tongue of the beautiful, black furred canine. Eyes filled with an unending darkness shade of wealthy dirt, yet fillled all full with an energy of life and an unshakable eagerness . . . … The dog just shit next to the rose The rose praises the sun for the nutrients.
So said the man. The perfect murder Even when he is in chains Still he chants
“The perfect murder”
His boy asks the man How, when bars block the moon The man smiles, tears beneath his brow “Never will that Bob touch another girl or boy”
“The perfect murder” Chanted outside the court of law “Not guilty” Cheers erupt amongst the masses
Tears in his eyes, finished with loathe Cries offered, now the man mourns
Is it here to bring devestation? Peering above, you see it’s rippling, ripe with life “Hello O Monsoon. What are your intentions “ The monsoon rumbles “From above, I bring forth the wrath of sea How much longer I hold it in, I’m not sure Run forth human, take your family and flee For I am the Wondeous Monsoon, hear my burr If I strike you, know I hold no evil I do what is done, I do not long for cull
Wednesdawn, 9 hours after the bell, Santil district. Dairy Lane. Tavern known as Cottage of Concoctions.
Victim has been reported as Shelfrut Oakenfield. A local legend for slaying 5 chupacabras with a broken dagger and a “mug” of blood left in him whilst protecting 3 lives of early youth. Main suspect is the one who broke the dagger, Witch of the Betrothed: Alitas R Finklidudeen, who is currently under hunt of the Pursuit division.
Eyewitnesses claim to have seen the two together, sitting across from each other in intense, harsh dialogue before the witch stormed out. Imprints of the Betrothed’s magic were reported to have remained, however these were gone by the time of our arrival. Such is an explained detail as the witch is quite advanced and imprint time is recorded to be for only 30 seconds. The witch’s appearance in the C.O.C is confirmed by the Witch Aerial Management records of broomstick activity
Autopsy and testimony have atrributed the warrior’s death to poison of the harshest kind. Eyes were found burned, nails were scorched, and skin in boils.
Questions remained: All tavern residents at the time claim to have heard, with all the capacity breath and lung can muster, Oakenfield’s last cry. They report the words “you witch!”, while the skin boils. Residents outside would hear the shout as well, but only those who were passerby clearly heard the name “Avon Vitch”, the current, and new ruler of the Loritz district. The district where Oakenfield was born and raised in. Furthermore, the witch was outlawed in the Santil district where the broken dagger incident occurred, and must have been in disguise as her witchcraft is more than capable.
Another note to make is Avon Vitch’s relation to the current ruler of the Santil district, Ruperr Vitch. Brother.
