Blades, Fur, and Blood. - medium poem
The blade is cold and sharp. It slices through my fur and skin Quick and smooth. The blood pools. Dark red soaking my orange and black fur. My tears can't fall. They burn the ducts they are stuck in. Darkness surrounds my heart. The want for...
[S] Burning Jade
It still burned. Even with a layer of cloth wrapped around it xe could feel the jade burn uncomfortably against xir palm. Could feel a tingle crawl up xir bloodsoaked arm up to the elbow. Still riding the adrenaline high, the red panda briskly made xir...