I hurt
Draklyne: god
Draklyne: what if I die
Draklyne: cheesecake is coming out of my skin
CrimsonQueso: ew
Draklyne: yar
Draklyne: does that mean I'm going to die?
CrimsonQueso: probably
Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
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