'There.. somewhere.. playing my keys to ghosts.. lost in the essence of their phantoms, beings that never existed at all, just fantasies" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "get up.." the Lizards whisper -From shaking limbs.. a husk.. of a withered being.. how could it stand on such mangled borrowed legs.. to it's feet.. snapping bones and all.. his creaky bloody steps.. carry him to the Maw..- -thump thump.. his heart aching... his mind.. chasing.. the resolve.. the forgotten means..- -----------------------------------------------------------------------------"Such are the ways of our Dojo, Does our Heritage Disturb you?" The Elderly woman's Voice Proud in It's Delivery. The Young Princess Gasps, Her gaze broken from what remains of a mutilated graduate. The Emptiness of the Gloomy dark room fades in. "hello?" her soft voice.. absorbed by silence. Her innocents forever tarnished by the random pieces that remain... She collapses to her knees.. sobbing.. in the presence of reality.. The Cuniculus, an ancient and mysterious clan. such brutality. such efficiency.. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------