

A Warrior's Story Pt 1.The Japanese blossoms fluttered down towards the ground. The gentle morning breeze picked them out of their flight, swirling them around and carrying them off. The sunshine started its ascent into the sky, light cascading down into the empty field, glistening with dew. He stood there, his left hand resting on the hilt of his katana. His eyes looked out over the field as he stood at the edge of the woods. His body at ease, but ready to strike, waiting to strike. He took a step forward, his right hand shifting over and taking hold of the hilt, his grip starting to tighten on it, twisting it slowly as it unlocked from its sheath. He stepped forwA Warrior's Story Pt 1.


FlameIt flickers in the night Giving off a dim touch of light Angel of death knocking on the door The flame has lost its mighty roar Fighting to keep going But the wind keeps on blowing Giving a battle it will lose The chance of survival few’s Weakening every step of the way Death proving he isn’t here to play Every minute drawing him near Bringing more and more fear A mighty guest of wind blows past Angel of death walks through the door at last The flamed disappears into the night The guys soul and angel takes flight The soul not to come back ever &nbsFlame
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"Calls The Serpents To The Heels Of My Foes!
Calls The Ravens To Pecks Their Eyes!
Calls The Jackals, Carry Thems Away
Their Children To Gnaw Bones In The Night!"
-Pagan Curse
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... That's what she said.
hey, why'd you get one of these, if you're not going to post art, eh?
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