sushilchikane

Tentacles of death...

In the undergrowth, it stays, far from your eyes to see it. Like the rejects of the society, they are denied the sunlight. Only to so that they evolve as one�...
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In the undergrowth, it stays, far from your eyes to see it. Like the rejects of the society, they are denied the sunlight. Only to so that they evolve as one's that fend for themselves. Where they now defy rules of the society. They now live by using illusions of beauty, but the fatal one. With arms bearing jewels of honey that attracting vagrant souls. and when a soul falls for its beauty, the arms of death slowly roll over it. It then first crushes their souls, their urge to fight, slowly taking away their life like its revenge on the society that denied their right to be. This is the Drosera indica...
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