◤◢«»«»◤◢ 7 days ago
“I need my beliefs more than you need your life”
it’s claws gripped tightly around its gun, blood dripping from its nails. A drip that did not stop. A cross clasped tightly in its other, cutting deeply against the bones of its fingers. A pain it ignored.
The blood did not stop.
add a skeleton here at some point