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    Its breathed iron and steel, eyes narrow as scarlet drips down from tainted hands. The scraps of corpses litter the ground beneath which it walked.

    It turned its head upwards towards the blackening sky, "Move," It's king called, "Winter is soon, "

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    What if Xornoth had been more cunning, breaking and molding his protégé into something more useful, more obedient. A blade has no thoughts of it's own. Guided solely by its wielders hand.

    (An old very short poem type that I had done during season one, I had found it recently and decided to post it.)

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