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https://www.lioden.com/lion.php?mid=347283 MAKE YOUR FANTASIES COME TO LIFE WITH GHOST TOWN| 325:SB: | 1:GB: | G1 SUPERNAL DR
BREEDING INFO
Sideburn x Thick
Royal x Thick
Barbary x Thick
= MANE IMPERIAL
BREED TO
Sepia | Sapela | Shedua | Unholy
= Madagascar
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ
.ılılıllı.
[Paranoid Android]
[Radiohead]
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↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ↠ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ
Please could you stop the noise
I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that?
What's that?
Their voices bugged him. They plagued his mind, filling it with terrors of the unknown as it forced a conformity upon him that stifled his very beating heart until all he could do was move as a part of a system. No more did blood flow through his veins but the undying want of freedom. To yearn for simple freedom was not enough for him though and as such he glared at his king with desire.
When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that?
What's that?
Slinking through the shadows, he huddled under leaves, blood staining his mouth. He neared his king, tail swishing in anticipation, claws flexing slowly. Stark white filled his mind and he saw everything as it was meant to be. The king toppled and clawing his way up from nothing, rats and bones swarming him, eating him alive, gnawing through flesh and muscle and pain filled cries down to a festering silence. His golden throne stained red with the lives he took in the king's name.
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing Gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Pinned to the dirt, the king flailed about as he flexed his claws deeper into his pathetic neck, ready to repay a debt long unfulfilled. He would remember him even after death as a gleam entered his eyes and he tore out the king's heart and every heart of those from his pride. Death belonged to him now and even as the king's mate sobbed into his fur, begging him to stop, that killing his father was too far, he held no regrets. King or father, that lion had simply been in his way.
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height, height
Rain down, rain down
Come on, rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height
Rain down, rain down (that's it, sir, you're leaving, the crackle of pigskin)
Come on rain down on me (the dust and the screaming, the yuppies networking)
From a great height (the panic, the vomit, the panic, the vomit)
God loves his children
God loves his children, yeah
Blood stained silence hovered anxiously as he watched over his pride, a claw to each of their throats as he fed and raised them. He guarded them well, keeping them safe and fed, their thin bodies and pointed rib cages meaningless in the face of his glare. This pride was his and now they would understand that suppression and violence could only belong to him.
Lore by - Solar._. [they/them]#384043
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