@wargoer : ā tell me all the ways in which this was the only choice. ā
š šøš²šš¾š circled the body with measured steps,Ā Ā Ā Ā like a crow,Ā Ā Ā Ā neck bent with an unnatural tick.Ā Ā Ā Ā a stark ink blot in a white seaĀ Ā Ā Ā &Ā Ā Ā Ā yet difficult to pluck from the scene,Ā Ā Ā Ā blending into the shapeless amalgamation of black notches from the cluster of birch treesĀ Ā Ā Ā &Ā Ā Ā Ā with a pale transparency the rest of him bled into the fog with much more facility than the blood he sauntered around in the snow.Ā Ā Ā Ā
as if the titan of a man wasn't presently glaring at him.Ā Ā Ā Ā god - slayerĀ Ā Ā Ā &Ā Ā Ā Ā ire pressed furtively under molten eyes.Ā Ā Ā Ā sunlight filtered through the thin sheet of clouds coating the morningĀ Ā Ā Ā &Ā Ā Ā Ā cast a shadow of proportionate size like cut marble laid on the ground for Victor to step inĀ Ā Ā Ā &Ā Ā Ā Ā out of with ease. a moment lapsed when finally Victor leveled Kratos with his own stare.Ā Ā Ā Ā pale eyes almost void of color save the pinprick of his pupils.Ā Ā Ā Ā a dangerous smile splayed on his lips.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā have i struck a nerve ?Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
