-From the journal of Garret Longren, scout, thief,and murderer.-
My investigation is rather interesting, I've heard much of this oddity, of this new lord, he'd taken hold of some nearby properties and he'd bothered some of the local lords with his rather lack of care for the beliefs they strictly upheld. It's my job to make his secrets known, it's my job to get rid of him, with or without predjudice. Amusing, no matter where I am, the 'blue-bloods' never change, cowards, all afraid to dirty their hands. I decided to start with a few of the locals, then move a little deeper into his past to see what i might pull up before meeting him myself.
Tieran lay before the traveler, robes of dark green wavering, collecting dust as he meandered onwards down the oft-traveled road. His hood is carefully drawn upon his head granting him the much required shade even in the setting hours of the sun, and granting him the anonymity he required. Upon the strangers back lay an empty scabbard scraping lazily as he moved along, nearing the entranceway to the first, and weakest of the three capital cities in the entire Vileo valley.
Guards milled about, the hustle and bustle of gathering forth implements for the battle to come. The Triad had fallen apart over the years since the demise of the D
It jolted slightly, his heart took a leap, Dont run, gods dont run A just under six feet he had hidden as best he could. Branches lay draped over his body, unlike the multitude of his own kind Jarith hated the thought of using a bow, or even a bit of magic to make his own kills. In any truths it was because he had scars from the arrows that had once impaled his form. In hand instead was a home-made spear, he lived for the very attempt at making his life a bit more challenging. He had no one but himself to care for, why should he not challenge himself. Slender frame taut with corded-sinewy muscle the elf
Uh... hard to explain myself... muse?
'Sweetheart' ..... God, that word.... it crushed me more than anything else could. I just wanted to scream and throw everything, to rip away my skin and let the very anger and hate I felt consume whatever was left... 'Don't do this...You'll regret it...' I didn't listen, I closed the door and walked away, ignored your tears and your pleas. I shut myself down and refused to feel what you wanted me to. 'But it did no good....' Because when I shut down, you rebuilt, made that pretty facade, made that fake -heart breaking smile. I died and I woke up and there was nothing left but my own guilt, a s
Summer fades to Winter.... by MortedeNoir, literature
Literature
Summer fades to Winter....
The shadows of the evening sky had been cast for nearly an hour now. Peculiar how often time seemed to run dry, to simply no longer matter.
His hair tossed, strewn across features damned to a hopeless abyss. The answer of his questions, strewn in a series of unravelled notes, floating, skittering about in the soft breezes , around his seat. This flaxen field, the small chair in the open air , it couldn't help him anymore.
It was Definite, her writing, Laora's. It had explained to him, in excruciating detailswho, why how and what reasons she posessed for leaving him here alone. He had only read the part that had seemed important to him. "...
The skies have alas been a wondrous torment to some of the masses, he'd hated the sky for it's rather opportunistic sense of humor. You could have the worst of days and in the late evening, feel the rain as it promised to was away all wrongs, all of the nastiness that engulfed the earth. Sadly, no matter what every morning was similar, every morning , rain or shine no one really started over.
The rose was another torture to him, holidays he would watch as his life drifted along, one relentless thing to the next. Couples became parents, and grew into families of their own. Regular humans would always confuse him, at the age of forty-six he l
(crack of a tree limb, sending all vision to black with your senses, or so you would think. It is at this moment that from the darkness you catch a smooth play of guitar, soft, subtle, nothing short of a gentle, albeit eerie noise. Slowly the black gives way to a park, one you have never wandered before in life or in the subconscious, your body pulls you unrelenting to a tavern, dark and bleak even upon the taking of a seat you cannot seem to view any other person in this oddity of a dream. It is a dream? Right?… A figure brings you a candle, and then light fills the room, dim, but enough for you to gather the glimpse of this kind denizen of
-From the journal of Garret Longren, scout, thief,and murderer.-
My investigation is rather interesting, I've heard much of this oddity, of this new lord, he'd taken hold of some nearby properties and he'd bothered some of the local lords with his rather lack of care for the beliefs they strictly upheld. It's my job to make his secrets known, it's my job to get rid of him, with or without predjudice. Amusing, no matter where I am, the 'blue-bloods' never change, cowards, all afraid to dirty their hands. I decided to start with a few of the locals, then move a little deeper into his past to see what i might pull up before meeting him myself.
(crack of a tree limb, sending all vision to black with your senses, or so you would think. It is at this moment that from the darkness you catch a smooth play of guitar, soft, subtle, nothing short of a gentle, albeit eerie noise. Slowly the black gives way to a park, one you have never wandered before in life or in the subconscious, your body pulls you unrelenting to a tavern, dark and bleak even upon the taking of a seat you cannot seem to view any other person in this oddity of a dream. It is a dream? Right?… A figure brings you a candle, and then light fills the room, dim, but enough for you to gather the glimpse of this kind denizen of
The skies have alas been a wondrous torment to some of the masses, he'd hated the sky for it's rather opportunistic sense of humor. You could have the worst of days and in the late evening, feel the rain as it promised to was away all wrongs, all of the nastiness that engulfed the earth. Sadly, no matter what every morning was similar, every morning , rain or shine no one really started over.
The rose was another torture to him, holidays he would watch as his life drifted along, one relentless thing to the next. Couples became parents, and grew into families of their own. Regular humans would always confuse him, at the age of forty-six he l
Summer fades to Winter.... by MortedeNoir, literature
Literature
Summer fades to Winter....
The shadows of the evening sky had been cast for nearly an hour now. Peculiar how often time seemed to run dry, to simply no longer matter.
His hair tossed, strewn across features damned to a hopeless abyss. The answer of his questions, strewn in a series of unravelled notes, floating, skittering about in the soft breezes , around his seat. This flaxen field, the small chair in the open air , it couldn't help him anymore.
It was Definite, her writing, Laora's. It had explained to him, in excruciating detailswho, why how and what reasons she posessed for leaving him here alone. He had only read the part that had seemed important to him. "...
Uh... hard to explain myself... muse?
'Sweetheart' ..... God, that word.... it crushed me more than anything else could. I just wanted to scream and throw everything, to rip away my skin and let the very anger and hate I felt consume whatever was left... 'Don't do this...You'll regret it...' I didn't listen, I closed the door and walked away, ignored your tears and your pleas. I shut myself down and refused to feel what you wanted me to. 'But it did no good....' Because when I shut down, you rebuilt, made that pretty facade, made that fake -heart breaking smile. I died and I woke up and there was nothing left but my own guilt, a s
It jolted slightly, his heart took a leap, Dont run, gods dont run A just under six feet he had hidden as best he could. Branches lay draped over his body, unlike the multitude of his own kind Jarith hated the thought of using a bow, or even a bit of magic to make his own kills. In any truths it was because he had scars from the arrows that had once impaled his form. In hand instead was a home-made spear, he lived for the very attempt at making his life a bit more challenging. He had no one but himself to care for, why should he not challenge himself. Slender frame taut with corded-sinewy muscle the elf
These Illusions are Killing me by Kasyr, literature
Literature
These Illusions are Killing me
It's truly not cute, you know.
To let yourself fall in love,
With only the barest illusion
Not even of an idea, but a chance
But don't we all love a good fiction?
So, I'll risk it all, again and again,
Just another chance to dream with you
Fabricating modern day fairy tales
Adoration between Asterisks
Unrequited love, or a delirium in disguise.
I'll put my heart on the line, Tonight,
Tommorow, Yesterday, over and over.
I'll Break myself if it makes you smile
just for the thought you might be happy.
I know it's not cute, but give me this at least.
Just don't let me become jaded
Don't let the sacrifices I made become Faded.
The
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