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This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debris
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is not the world I want to remember
But there is always hope that the bleeding wound is healed
leaving a void ...
The ProphecyDark-haired man stood before the fountain and hissed from overhelming cold; it would be strange that water didn't freeze if man didn't know that it's magical water, made by Uhur-Khan in the beginnings of their world. In this fountain the man could see everything that was happening in Karmala and beyond.
"Speak, old woman." his voice was threatening but the man remained calm and in his demeanor was something reminding calm before the storm.
"The elves will raise their heads again...this time forever." the old, dusted voice of a woman who has seen too many winters. Her face was wreckled and scarred but her eyes lit lively in the old face.
The dark-haired man said simple spell and in the fountain appeared castle of king Munor. He waved his hand and he saw small figure, walking down the stairs in the Tower of Dragon Fang. He was focused and the man saw sorrow in him.
"This one will lead them?" he asked with disbielieve. The figure belonged to small elven child, no more than twelve. He coul
Four FoundersSalazar Slytherin was furious. Salazar Slytherin was miserable. Salazar Slytherin wanted to destroy the entire Hogwarts together with all the students and schoolgirls with such power that it never appeared on the face of the earth. His thoughts followed one path, since this argument with a muggle. And her wonderful ... daughter. Definitely no, and again no! Abusive mutant wizards are invited to stop besmirching and start to "filling the social niches ment for them."
There was a knock on the door. Salazar snorted and looked down at his green socks straight from the store "Aunt Humberta's". She made them by herself for him, theese wonderful, pureblood socks. Pure blood ... grrrrrr ...
"But Lord Slytherin" rang out through the door, when he did not answer. "I think our small quarrel did not prevent my daughter in attendance at your school! I certainly do not want to offend you, and I would like to once again make conversation with you!"
Although the voice was muffled by the clo
Dark AwakeningThe scent of pleasure on my lips
Like a delicate flavor of eternity
I feel everything so strong and close
With my skin like white silk on the dark sky
My eyes see different stages of life
My birth, my victories, my failures
The terrible visions of the unknown
The dark visions of the eternal suffering
I want to bite, I want to scream
I want to become part of the night
I am the creature of the Great Atrocity
That created me after I Became
The smell of dust, the color of red
The strongest parts of my perception now
Difficult to tell but so easy to feel
The new dream arose to possess the dreamers
I will take your hand, the dusk
And I will go to hunt and seek
But now I must think my new way
So different, so beautiful, so sexual
Thoughts in the EveningRaithea looked at his reflexion in the mirror. Black hair, flowing on his forehead and shoulders. The small posture of ten years old child with beautiful, almost unreal face. He knew this face can trick everyone...well...almost everyone.
Now, when he showed his cards to the queen, he had to play with them. He didn't want to expose so quickly, he wanted to stay in shadow and still pull the strings. But she got to know about his plans for her son and made a scene. That talk was extremely pleasant but also very dangerous for him. Despite his words about Zakrivea, he really was afraid that Rabra can harm her. Not that she was defenseless, no. He just wanted to keep her safe. Rabra was a mother and - as every mother - would do everything to save her child.
As for the child...If he told the king that he isn't his, he probably would do nothing. He was weak and it was easy for Raithea to manipulate him. But he loved Dhuren and won't sacrifice this love for just a words, even if they came from
Groza SalazaraSalazar Slytherin był zły. Salazar Slytherin był nieszczęśliwy. Salazar Slytherin chciał zniszczyć cały Hogwart razem ze wszystkimi uczniami oraz uczennicami z taką mocą, by nigdy już nie pojawił się na powierzchni ziemi. Jego myśli podążały jednym torem, od czasu kłótni z pewną mugolką. I jej cudowną...córcią. Stanowczo nie i jeszcze raz nie! Uwłaczające czarodziejom mutanty proszone są o przestanie uwłaczania i poczęcie "zapełnianie nisz społecznych im przezaczonych".
Rozległo się pukanie do drzwi. Salazar prychnął i spojrzał na swoje zielone skarpetki wprost ze sklepu "U cioci Humberty". Samodzielnie je dla niego wydziergała, samodzielnie utkała te czystokrwiste, cudowne skarpetki. Czysta krew...Grrrrrr...
- Ależ panie Slytherin! - rozległo się za drzwiami, gdy długo nie odpow
Oh DrowBecause of lack of volunteers, I grabbed a few drow and put them in the front of the dragon with huge fire power. And because drow are exlusive RPG characters with the level of 20000000 (yea, they actually have TOGETHER one point of experience but who really cares?) they are plotting how to fight dragon without to much pain.
PART ONE. WE SEE THE DRAGON. LET'S RUN.
Quarrice: I suppose to shut myself up but do you see what I see? Right now? Before our shameless experienced faces?
Falang: This is dragon. Bigger than our ego. Do you think Ramsay is so cruel and order us to fight him? If yes, I am not Falang and I am running. Do you see? Running. I am drow but I am running. Hey, is someone listen to me?
Hilli: Ramsay, dear, can you give us somebody to help? Maybe we are powerful in our minds and in your glorious stories about us but you have put us here without weapons, without any defence items and even without spells!
Ramsay: If we are talking about spells! YEAH! I will give you somebody
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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