ain't no rest for the wicked -- private

[Vaughn]

Another promise , another seed

Another  packaged lie to  keep  us trapped  in greed

And

all  the   green   belts

wrapped around our minds

endless red tape to keep

the  truth  confined

They will not force us They will stop degrading us They will not control us

We will be victorious

Vaughn sat in the entrance of his den, his dull forest green eyes staring at pure nothing. He growled and stood up "UGH! Deathclan has been so boring lately, we need to do something this is getting to be ridiculous!" he muttered and jumped out of his hollow cave as he stalked around looking for any form of life. "Hello?!" he called out.





"Darkpool.. at this point I'm even willing to talk to Drought.."

Dove | 133 | so far away -- stained | lazy sorry

MADE BY VEL OF GS

[Dove]

WOAH WOAH WOAH. I LOVE STAIND

"UGH! Deathclan has been so boring lately, we need to do something this is getting to be ridiculous!" Dove's ears picked up the sounds. Obviously someone was nearby, but who was it? The Royal slowly circled the cave that was close, hearing a questioning of greeting. Yup. The stranger was in there.

"Willing to talk to that shorthair, huh?" The tabby slipped behind the tom, ignoring both personal and territorial boundaries. "Why not join me on a walk instead? I'm sure that Drought's got a lot on his mind that whatever you say wouldn't mean much to him."