I am but a fool in this land of sickness and men of old. In my very blood, runs the gift of eternal life; vibrant youth and changeling, swift. But lonesome and hostile I have grown in my elder years--for I am over a millenia old, and although age touches me not, my heart lingers abettor to Death
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There's a nice small wood just up the street from where I live, you know. ^^;
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Silly Elves. Don't know what they're missing, if they don't at least give random gifts to friends one day of the year. *grins*
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I thank you.
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Praised be.
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