"The Call of Blood"

[EdsbeGores]

In 2025, the hunt consumes me, every shadow an expected hanging rope, every breath a need to satisfy my macabre expectations. The darkness is my playground, where every step is a tightening noose, every sense sharpened to track the prey that will quench my bloodlust. I am ready to take the plunge, with ever more murderous desire, every heartbeat a countdown to satisfaction, every silence an echo of the imminent hanging, in a world where my expectations are my only laws.

 

[Meatpie]

What is this about?

 

[EdsbeGores]

a picture of my preference and a poem

 

[Meatpie]

Interesting.

 

[callmecaleb]

2025 has not ended. Does your hunt continue ? Mine has been never ending. When I feel it in my grasp, it slips away again. Teasing. Tantalizing. Mocking me. But I am relentless. I thrive in the darkness. Someday. Someday.