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ForestA new day, a new birth Upon this Mother Earth The Trees grow, the flowers bloom And no hardships over this life loomForest
Scorching heat and blazing Sun Threaten this life which has barely begun Flowers wilt and trees become hard When the tranquility of this world becomes marred
Chilling breeze and soaking rain Hold this stage of life within their domain The flowers die and the leaves drift As the ways of life continue to shift
Now is the time of bitterest cold When buried beneath snows you begin to mold The flowers are gone, washed away
by ~darksoulsearch
Betters“Faster!”Betters
Ericka spun and dodged, rolling and flipping. Always one step ahead of the flashing knives. But even as she ran, her mind worked ahead. She knew that Isikial only had ten throwing knives in his hip sheathes. As the tenth one whistled past her ear, she turned and dove at her brother. As her sword stabbed for his abdomen, his own blade cleared its sheath and parried away her sword an instant before impalement.
“I almost had you,” Ericka teased, waving her sword slightly.
“Almost doesn’t count for anything. You have to su
by ~darksoulsearch
Revelations“Isikial, that’s terrible,” Ericka said, “How did you escape?”Revelations
“I grabbed the sword from the one I killed and dove into the ranks of hunters, trying to get to a knot of survivors. I got to a group of five, and the six of us managed to get into the forest. I was about to head back for more, when I realized there were no more. We six are all that have survived.”
“You mentioned Nigel before, but who else got away?” Ericka asked, needing to know what part of her family she still had.
“There were two Blood cousins, and Uncle Rasputin’s bastard twins.”
“I know Edwa
by ~darksoulsearch
Shattered DreamsThunder rumbled in the distance.Shattered Dreams
Isikial drummed his fingers on the wooden arms of his chair. Looking around the hall, he took in everything with a glance. Sitting at the on the top of the tiered dais above him, were Mother and Father, as regal as always, even with the problems that had plagued them for the past few years. Below them, at Father’s right hand, sat Jeriko, being the eldest son he stood to inherit leadership of the clan from Father, when Father either died or stepped down. Not wanting to ponder that, Isikial’s gaze quickly moved on. Below and to the left of Mothe
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Don't ever stop writing.
When you're down, write about it
when you're happy, write about it
when you're bored, hell write about that too
If i ever hear that you've let those talents of yours go to waste, There will be hell to pay mister! lol.
Hugs and take care!
Chat soon.
♥Nari
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On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
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On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
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