That one furry that likes writing Lore for no reason

Along the endless shores of obsidian silt, walks a Great traveller from a forgotten land, long since reduced to ash and dust.

Currents of gore wept freely from a Broken traveler's shredded soles, staining the black sands.

Once mighty notions of a Pretentious traveler eroded in the tides of their own grand ocean of ambition.

Leaden flesh molts from the shriveled form of an Unbidden traveler in an eternally fruitless march across land not for them.

Above, dead stars remain abiding, forever watching, casting their final rays, basking an Undying traveler in royal rot.

Seductive whines promising an encroaching end claw at a Lone traveler's mind, left decayed for too long.

No reply, as a once Yearning traveler set upon this path knows no end awaits mighty destiny

Lifetimes past, an eternal crown is offered, its terrible hands inviting a Desperate traveler, accepting without hesitation.

* im allowed to change my ocs design

* nobody will kill me if i change my ocs design

* compliments are not threats

* just because somebody said they like my ocs design that does not mean they will hunt me down and kill me if i change my ocs design

* my ocs are mine and i can design them how i want