Jay finished drinking and dropped the limp, dead rabbit to the ground. She wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes the same color as the blood itself. She sat against a tree, like she always did when she was trying to go back to her normal self, until her eyes returned to silver.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4