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Post by taintedseraphim on Feb 26, 2011 22:50:14 GMT -5
 Stalking through the forest Heart that knows no fear Thriving on instinct Shadows aid but do not hide That glow your eyes emit Disappearing into the thick Walking on silent padded feet Savage, yet free. |
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Post by taintedseraphim on Feb 26, 2011 22:57:10 GMT -5
If one were to gaze up at the dock just outside of Loudwater, they would notice a small figure, knees drawn to her chest, sitting there gazing out to the sea as her hair blows wildly around her. Other than the whipping of her hair, she sits motionlessly, her face void of all expression. She sits there watching the sun sink down into the ocean, the last of it's light making the water's surface liquid gold. Throughout the blackness of the moonless night she sits still, never once stirring or revealing an emotion through word nor expression until the first ray's of dawn bring forth color to the world again. Finally she rises, stretching slighty as her stiff muscles groan in protest. Turning her face up to the sky, her arms reaching up towards the quickly ascending sun, she speaks four words, the solution of all her concerns and worries before climbing down from her perch and boarding the boat back to Orlbar.
"Diola lle, Winsome Rose."
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Post by taintedseraphim on Feb 28, 2011 6:49:10 GMT -5
The forest nights so crisp and calm,
The forests never move,
All creatures tucked in nature's palm,
Are safe from dark abuse,
And forests people,
Elves alike,
Are sleeping in this forest night,
They need there rest for 'morrows hike,
Which takes them to a bloody fight,
'cause forests never lose.
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Post by taintedseraphim on Mar 13, 2011 21:37:42 GMT -5
If you venture nothing, then you've everything to......
The words are almost unreadable due to the massive amounts of blood covering the page, seeping through the parchment and flooding the pages found beneath. Several clumps of long blonde hair can be found as well, the pink flesh of the scalp that held them in place stained crimson from the blood saturating the area around the journal. The signs of a valiant fight can be seen along the ground,appearently between one person and a few random orcs. One small set of foot prints can be seen venturing too close to the mountain's edge,their markings showing the battle forced the owner backward, the dripping of blood around them indicating a severe wound, then the footprints abruptly disappear into the mists below.*
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