The yoke of the otters be lain across the backs of calloused men. To eat from the field and drink of the dew, with madness in the eyes. Worthless thoughts are apart from hem for they are merely the beasts in the cave. Of them nothing can be sought but violence and animal rage.
*we eat roastbeef*
This post has been edited by DustyHaru: Oct 7 2009, 01:03 PM