Exiled. Always is it coming back to this...EXILED, EXILED, EXILED! Never 'what grace of form' or 'what flair...what style...what BLOODLUST!'...no, only Exiled. I am like that female blonde, Goldilocks by name, only can't be good, instead of food too hot...won't be bad instead of bed too soft...just Exiled. Far too few to be calling me friend...far too MANY who view me foe. Ahh...such is the life of a Bruiser.
You forget my name? Finally NOT EXILED!