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In my eyes there is only justice
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Very nice! Late response though...
Here is another one of mine XD
Have fun in that little hole
that makes you so compassionate.
While you're here, I'll be long gone.
Guess what, I'm a graduate!
XP Spurred on by my last day of school.
Here is another one of mine XD
Have fun in that little hole
that makes you so compassionate.
While you're here, I'll be long gone.
Guess what, I'm a graduate!
XP Spurred on by my last day of school.
Thanks to Scrax for my Evelynn Sig.
I did the Yi, Anivia, and Udyr Sig.Visit my signature shop! I will take requests!
http://www.own3d.tv/live/31072/Real_LoL <- My stream is UP!
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I'm currently writing a book, I decided to post the first chapter (prologue) if wanted so here it is link to book http://www.fastpencil.com/projects/21508-The-Beginning---Book-1
THIS IS A PREVIEW OF PROLOGUE!
The lands of Langolen were at one time, peaceful. These days the land has been corrupted, twisted and tortured. Noone in Langolen has ever been the same since the tragedy of "The Great Storm". This event was not a storm however, the dwellers all around Ashtul only called it this because of the appearance of the black clouds that appeared only above Langolen, and nowhere else. People thought it to be strange, and noone knew exactly what happened that day, except for only few survivors. Yeata was an elf living in Langolen before and after the occurance of "The Great Storm". He was among the most powerful of the elven magus. Yeata's name stood for Fire in the elvish language, this suited him very well for he was a master in the art of incineration.
Yeata was on his way to find a man of great fortune towards his family on the day the storm had occured, and this is where our story begins, with Yeata Hearthe, son of Zelah and Unosar Hearthe. Yeata, the greatest assassin in the house of Hearthe, he was also a the most powerful mage, the only mage to be exact, which was apart of his house. The others never agreed with the fact of him releasing his powers and learning to use them, but he never cared for their feelings when it was aimed towards him, he was a high elf, the most noble of the elves and he would be treated as such whether anyone liked it or not. He refused judgement and instead countered it with a smirk of brilliance. Yeata was tasked by his master to be ready for a great day known as "Tanaii". Tanaii is the path one chooses, no necessary path, just a path. He would choose his Tanaii on this day, the day of which he would gain his true potential. Yeata however was worried when the clouds began to fill the sky, but this only seemed like an inconvenience and nothing more. He had known the path he wanted to choose and that was the path "Tanaii-ka", the path of one's soul.
THIS IS A PREVIEW OF PROLOGUE!
The lands of Langolen were at one time, peaceful. These days the land has been corrupted, twisted and tortured. Noone in Langolen has ever been the same since the tragedy of "The Great Storm". This event was not a storm however, the dwellers all around Ashtul only called it this because of the appearance of the black clouds that appeared only above Langolen, and nowhere else. People thought it to be strange, and noone knew exactly what happened that day, except for only few survivors. Yeata was an elf living in Langolen before and after the occurance of "The Great Storm". He was among the most powerful of the elven magus. Yeata's name stood for Fire in the elvish language, this suited him very well for he was a master in the art of incineration.
Yeata was on his way to find a man of great fortune towards his family on the day the storm had occured, and this is where our story begins, with Yeata Hearthe, son of Zelah and Unosar Hearthe. Yeata, the greatest assassin in the house of Hearthe, he was also a the most powerful mage, the only mage to be exact, which was apart of his house. The others never agreed with the fact of him releasing his powers and learning to use them, but he never cared for their feelings when it was aimed towards him, he was a high elf, the most noble of the elves and he would be treated as such whether anyone liked it or not. He refused judgement and instead countered it with a smirk of brilliance. Yeata was tasked by his master to be ready for a great day known as "Tanaii". Tanaii is the path one chooses, no necessary path, just a path. He would choose his Tanaii on this day, the day of which he would gain his true potential. Yeata however was worried when the clouds began to fill the sky, but this only seemed like an inconvenience and nothing more. He had known the path he wanted to choose and that was the path "Tanaii-ka", the path of one's soul.
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It lives! YES! ......Yeah now I need to get on with some of my stuff.
In my eyes there is only justice
Thank you Xiaowiriamujhoijhoi JEFFY40HANDS JakofSpaydes
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Dotter
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Lately my world has seemed kind of strange,
will my perception change?
All those wars going on in my head,
on evenings spent in an unmade bed.
Wondering if I'll be a slave or a king or an unholy thing?
What on Earth will my tomorrow bring?
Will I think in decimals and dollars,
or will I see the world in colors?
At least I know I'm my own legislator,
and I don't give a **** about human nature.
I'm not that satisfied with this, but I don't know what to change or add :/
will my perception change?
All those wars going on in my head,
on evenings spent in an unmade bed.
Wondering if I'll be a slave or a king or an unholy thing?
What on Earth will my tomorrow bring?
Will I think in decimals and dollars,
or will I see the world in colors?
At least I know I'm my own legislator,
and I don't give a **** about human nature.
I'm not that satisfied with this, but I don't know what to change or add :/
Wintermond
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To the one that holds my heart.
I write to you.
When we first met it was not love a first sight.
Though my heart soon became yours after time went on.
My thoughts were always at might.
Though your love was to another at that time.
So I was patient, and waited for as long as it might take.
Though when I heard the news, I jumped the gun too soon.
Instead I hurt you more.
Reminding you of painful sores.
So again I waited as my heart screamed to tell you the truth.
Though when I decided to ask again...it was already too late.
There was another man, who held your heart.
Now the dagger appeared over my heart threatening to pierce it.
I withstand what I see for I know you are happy.
While the dagger is driven deeper and deeper.
Though now I fear...
I fear what will happen when I ask again.
As the dagger rises up for the final stike.