What does it mean to be alone?
You know, I've asked myself the same question for several years, and I have only recently begun to understand the many definitions of the word....
As you stand before me, so it must be the end…
So many faces have come and gone, and I cannot help but wonder if much of this was my fault...
The scent of decaying flesh disguised by a floral air, wafting into flared nostrils. Fur ruffled by a slight breeze, amethyst eyes reflecting the light in a hauntingly familiar way, striking into the very soul. A shiver, the bones rattling, skeletal body slithering through the graveyard with no sound, almost a ghost. Eyes glowing unnaturally, it moves with amazing speed, catching up to its elusive prey.