The tom slipped through the forest, looking around for... Well, he didn't know what to look for. He has spent his whole life spilling blood, it is a good life, but now something felt empty within him. Was it possible the empty thing was love? He never wanted it, but it seemed the only way out of the strange loneliness. To find a female as bloody as him would be perfect, someone who enjoyed his habits to. Like stealing kits, or torturing prisoners.
Death be my mate... (Lonely Tom)
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