And here he found himself, struggling to find his way out of the godforsaken caves. Karalius was trapped. And even in his most arrogant of phases, the young thing thought that he was still able to do it without guidance. But he was not a bat, he couldn't see in the dark. Eventually, a sigh spread from his masculine velveteens as he realised, whilst looking through the dark chasms that it was no use. He had passed several rooms within the cave complex and found nobody but he still hoped. His lithe daggers clanged agh against the hard and damp rock within this cool place, and he silently cursed the season of Orangemoon with its cooling climate. He cursed the day he stepped foot in Helovia...
"Fuck this place!" The words came out loud and clear, and echoed around the caves. If a soul didn't hear this pissed off brute then he would probably starve here...
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[OOC: I'm sorry this is so badly written! I need to find a new style for this man ;D]
it is humility that makes men as angels.