Yep, Moons Haunted.

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Memory: Broken

Truth: Unspoken

Name: Forgotten

Season: Unknown

Reason: Unknown

Action: Standing here holding my blade

Place: Desolate

Trace: None

Feel: Cold wind

Spite: Me

Action: Stand up and fight

Only thing I know for real: Bloodshed

Man in mirror: Nods head

One left: runs up on the dragon’s back

Mountains: don’t give back what they take

Oh: No

Bloodshed: Only thing I’ve ever known

Identity: lost

Insane: wondering

Truth: In front of me

Mountain range: Climbing

Looking: Downward from this deadly height

Why I fight: never realized

Me ‘n the gang on our way to the renaissance faire to go terrorize the french fry stand

Hawkmoon lore be like:

tintin’s phone

MY BOI

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