ON A WORLD OF SUCH BEAUTY WERE YOU UNLEASHED UPON AN UNSUSPECTING SOCIETY.
YOUR TALONS DIG DEEP INTO THE SKIN AND LAY WASTE TO NOTIONS OF THE POWER OF LOVE.
WHATA WICKED HUNTER YOU ARE AS YOUR ARROWS FIND THE HEARTS OF MANY AND TURN THEM INTO VESSELS OF PAIN.
THE MERE MENTION OF YOUR NAME SENDS CHILLS RACING UP THE SPINE AND SLAMMING INTO CEREBRAL CORTEXES AS MOTHER GRIP THERE CHILDREN AND FATHERS GRAB THEIR GUNS.
PESTILENCE PON THE EARTH.
YOUR HOOVES CLICK ON THE TILE OF HOSPITAL FLOORS AND IN THE BEDROOMS OF SUBURBAN HOMES AS YOU CROSS BARRIORS OF WOOD AND STEEL.
SAVAGE IS YOUR ATTACK WHETHER LONG OR SHORT THE SEIGE.
PESTILENCE PON THE EARTH.
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