RS-Kyra

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Renegade

The jig is up, the news is out They finally found me The renegade who had it made Retrieved for a bounty Never more to go astray This'll be the end today Of the wanted man The plan was so routine and so painfully mundane-in every sense of the word-Johnny had barely given it a second thought. He chokes on the memory of it now; refusing to stop and think before leaving his home, his partner and riding off into the morning's scarlet preface. Coal trains were exceedingly long and deliciously slow-paced, and from what he had gathered from the mad ramblings of the drunken fellows the night before, this particular train carried a treasure trov

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Ectothermic by RS-Kyra, literature

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Ectothermic

It was difficult to be cold in the west. Really, when the temperatures soared into the sweltering and there was a truly alarming lack of any manner of shade or hydration to be found within twenty miles of one another, it was rare for anybody of any species to bemoan their bodies for somehow dropping in temperature. Johnny supposed he was simply one of the lucky chaps that happened to be in a near constant state of fluctuation, as far as his body heat went, and unfortunately for him that fluctuation often dipped down at the completely wrong end of the thermometer. Even on the most scorching of summer evenings, he found himself fighting off th

Vita by RS-Kyra, literature

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Vita

Perhaps it had something to do with hailing from an era long before electricity, but Johnny had always had a preference for natural lighting. He'd become accustomed to moonlight, to the glowing silvery-blue that streamed through the slits and spaces between his darkened curtains onto the writhing, bare bodies upon the bed. By the light of the moon, the pigmentation of their skin became a single hue, a frigid color melding together with smoldering ambiance of his bedroom and becoming a kind atmospheric frostbite, conjoining the sensations of burning and freezing and melting away the border between stinging agony and glorious pleasure. When h