CrowsThe same nine crows have been circling above the building for days now. I’m sure of this because I’ve been videotaping them. Fast forwarding through the entire memory card, my trusty camera reveals that same constant circle of crows. Somehow, you’d expect them to stop, or pause, or at least do their solitary vigil in shifts so they have some chance of relaxing their wings. That’s not the case.Crows
This rather means they shouldn’t quite be ordinary birds. Unfortunately, they are. Perfectly innocent, normal crows. They’re just caught up in a swirl of energy, glued to the airspace by some instinct they can&
Chasing.This story is one I remember being told to me, once, by a face I have since forgotten.Chasing.
Listen. Hear the words of the world, the remnant of an older tale, retold this one time – just for you. Listen. Hear the tale of times long ago, back when the world was one, when dragons flew across the sky and where primal forces flourished beneath the passing for their gliding shadows. Listen now, as the story begins…
… As the story of two creatures, one light of skin and bright of eyes, slender, shapely and so light a feather would be struck by envy. A natural grace follows each step, each
Wandering writings - 1There's a few simple things I need to state before I start on anything else. The first, and most important thing, is this: I'm not a hero. I'm an apple thief. I'm not a murderer, either, and I'm not very fond of the titulation of ”assassin”. I'm, for all intents and purposes, nothing more than an apple theif. Not even a very good one, at that.Wandering writings - 1
My full name is Fynik Gaminwra Darkspear, and I'm a troll. I'm also, in case it's a surprise, male and inthusfar still within range of what you can call reasonably young. And with the possibility of painting an entirely too overdone picture, I'm an orphan and I'm not quite sure ju
Something on the mindThe bedchamber was ruled by a hushed sense of silence. So was everything else. Noise from the outside world seemed far away, pushed into the background or blocked out completely. Nothing but a dull, dead, silence. Except for the cars outside. Every now and then, a vehicle would come driving up the street, the distinctive sounds of the motor all too clear amidst the silence. But that wasn’t so odd. Every car sounded exactly like that one car had done, the night when Mom had went away.Something on the mind
Ever since then, everything had seemed so dull and out of focus.
But not the cars. They were there, each bypassing of a motorized vehicl
StoriesStories – introductionStories
Imagine a late-summer night. The moon is just above the horizon,
so it is very dark outside, but still not absolutely, because the air is clear
and the stars are well-visible. Even the lightest breath of wind doesn’t
disturb the overwhelming silence...
...but suddenly a strong gust of cold wind pulls up grey clouds
which cover all sky. A weird shade looking like a lethal beast can be
seen on the ridge of a mountain. It utters a thrilling moan which
would cause the creeps even on the skin of a brave warrior...
But wait, wait! &nbs
Give me your dreamsGive me your dreamsGive me your dreams
I place my head in your lap and listen to you I ask you to tell of dreams and fantasies I ask you to tell of dragons beyond the clouds and magical swords and capes
I ask you to tell tales and dreams Tell magical myths and stories So I can listen to you your beautiful words, your calming voice that soothes me
I ask for your safety, your calm Your fantasy that lets me live and forget... The protected feeling when you play with my hair and I can listen to you
Your fant
AuroraAuroraAurora
At dawn, when the first sunbeam torn the darkness of the night, she got up. She sat at the edge of the bed, feeling the warmth of his body right behind her back, she looked through the window and smiled warmly at the sky and the pink line of horizon. She bent around and stroked his cheek tenderly. For few minutes she listened intently to the calm breath of her beloved, satiating her eyes with the picture of him sleeping right next to her. She leaned to him, soothing a wisp of hair behind her long pointy ear embraced with many rings.
He smiled blissfully under her
Art
Apprehensive
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"Every picture tells a story. Sometimes we don't like the ending, sometimes we don't understand it."
Thanks for the fav
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"Every picture tells a story. Sometimes we don't like the ending, sometimes we don't understand it."
That's coming up pretty soon, November... was just wondering if you're planning on taking part in it.
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Reality stops, waits and wonders.
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I'm feeling fine and you should too
How's ya!
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I'm feeling fine and you should too
:hugs strongly:
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Zireael "Irinn" aep Naverra
Shamaness of the Zandalar Trolls
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