Gazes And Smiles Belonging To Roaring Beasts Of Battlefields
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'He had this look in his eyes'
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Emerald jewels framed by drops of crimson and salt, mirroring the many other crystaline orbs found with light still filling them.
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'That made you wonder just how many people he's killed'
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Sword clasped tight in hand, slashing, taking the life away from its enemies, unforgiving of the damned souls it cut through.
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'( And this... ) grin'
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Innocent smile shining bright amidst the carnage and warcries of bloodthirst, indigo eyes reflecting upon the path in front of them.
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'That made you realize he's probably lost count'
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Mindless rampage in battlefield, letting go of the mind, memories, and oneself, grasping the wilderness of a beast without second thought.
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'And I found myself, unable to care'
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Meeting of roaring beasts in the vast space, one look, one smile, a small game of chance lost, is all it takes to know, that they can belong in the other's life.
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'For I was the same'
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