ravekitten

Blood. Dirt. Fire. The three most fundamental elements to any warfare. They had been in spectacular abundance for months as the battle for light raged across many front lines, leaving the utter chaos of the dead in its wake. The elements of war were ominously present that particular morning, and before the sun had a chance to shine its brilliance over the distant horizon, a lone figure stood in the chilly air, surveying the carnage that lay stretched out before him, as wicked and desolate as Eleazar's garden. The breeze ruffled the muddy clothes and the matted hair of the pale-skinned dead as they lay with waxy façades of anger, fear, bet