BREATHTAKING [ ivorymoon ]

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    He fancied himself quite the nomad; all this exploring had finally taken him to the ends of the earth, for here the familiar floor of grass and greenery dropped away, and a hellish path of cruel concrete began. Coal had never been to the Twolegplace, but it truly was his sort of place: grimy, alien, foreboding. The harsh, unnatural shapes of Twoleg constructions afforded no sense of warmth or familiarity; these were not lands that coddled or cared. This was a warzone, a battlefield where every life was pitted against an indifferent world.


    He reveled in its mercilessness, willing himself farther down unfamiliar paths for the sheer thrill in resisting their hissed commands to leave this place, for it was not his. But he couldn't risk losing himself in the labyrinth, only daring to touch the very edges of this new beast. No matter. By some instinct, he knew that this would not be their last encounter. One day, he promised himself, he would find his way to its heart.


    But for all that fantasy, he was still now only a stranger, intruding yet again on a territory not his. Expecting no challenge from unmarked borders, he sauntered with an obnoxious confidence through the city's corridors; as if, by virtue of arrogance alone, he was already their king.


    IVORYMOON !!


    i want your gold

    but you want my life

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