Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26767096-20161028160435/@comment-30370150-20161101023613

Shall m' putrid teeth's creaking ignite horror Upon those who lurk within proximity, amid the murk of the horrific rotten branches, below decaying leaf, and that It's razor sharp tips stick once more unto fresh corpses of the Lost and the meek; for the leftovers, as carrion, be feasted the next dawn by the weakerlings, afraid of killing with their own fangs; and that the blood deeply and fluidly the roots after the chascine