The Past Unspoken... Part 2Six moons later, in the mid of summer, the Xaeloth’s welcomed their son, Sol, into the world. Not too terribly long afterwards, on an autumn’s eve, Luna was born.The Past Unspoken... Part 2
Sol and Luna were raised together, socially and in their studies. Soon, the two became inseparable. The time they spent alone was diminutive, only when they were with their respective families. They were extensively taught in all aspects of magic, in events and the people involved that had come before them, in sword mastery, and many other subjects.
Luna was quickly growing into a delicate, yet beautiful, flower, with her vibrant jade eyes and lustrous
The Past Unspoken... Part 1Lords Xaeloth and Torbel sat comfortably at a table in a large chamber, their ladies beside them. The fire in the fireplace crackled, providing the only sound at the moment. Zaena Torbel and Airia Xaeloth rested in their seats, withdrawn from the discussion; they were there only for the fact that this greatly concerned them. Sariel Torbel linked his fingers together as he placed them on the table top and peered across to Leodon Xaeloth.The Past Unspoken... Part 1
“So. Explain to me why exactly you have requested my audience, Leodon?” Sariel spoke first, questioning Leodon. “As you well know, our houses, Xaeloth and Torbel, are bo
Could He Be...I've lived one thousand lifetimes to find a soul like yours.Could He Be...
You make my heart skip, I smile so bright the sun gets jealous, and you take my breath away
with your words and you don't even know how. "It's the love talking, baby." This feeling, it's so familiar to me, yet foreign;
never had a love quite like you, never felt this
amazing,
this high.
A love so true, a love so pure, it must be something
that Romeo and Juliet would envy, something attainable
by only the gods.
"Then I'm
Kiss Me Passionately...Her voice, a trace of amour, in your ear. Gone,Kiss Me Passionately...
like the wind on this autumn day.
"Kill me passionately" is all you hear. You find it delightfully
haunting. Her cries, like a specter, hang o'er head,
chilling you and thrilling you.
The blood
stains your hands, however clean, and your soul, incredibly damned.
"Kill me passionately." Her whispers waft in like the scent of burning flesh. This voice, her sighs, the mere presence
of her spirit,
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"♪scrub scrub scrub my skin, gently clean the sin~...♪"
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this is bippy.
bippy is a squirrel.
bippy eats children for breakfast.
good bippy.
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K thanks bye - Ariel
[ auctioning God's property ]
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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