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I have so many dresses I am dizzy from putting them on and spinning in them.
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In our Wings that Bark, Flashing Teeth of Brass
Cold air. Fresh turned earth, goldclover-Rabbit.
Lindir wheeled on his hind paws, twisting toward that startled scent, bunched and sprang over a streamlet for a joy-filled sprint and catch. His jaws closed on fur and softly-shifting neck bones, exulted in blood and the young wolf snapped the poor beast's neck in his teeth.
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I stuck with a valuable friend. I'm happy, I hope you're happy too.
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Oh, but I'm always crashing in the same car
Tock or Tug, don't be a Thug.
Stumped or Swiped, Grab your KnifeSometimes I think i'm okay ( Read more... ) -
And now I know about your Special Kisses
...I met that guy again. after trying to wait in Silvermoon for Nathrae to come back and for stuff to die down - peace and quiet is a stupid thing to wish for there. i just wound up going off with him alone.
He did something to me. With a kiss, and magic. I told him that I was useless one of those elves who can't use it, but he said that it's the ( Read more... ) -
Search for the Truth, but it's all used up
El's not home. Where the hell would he go? Kae went to bed and Demitri...
Oh boy, Demitri. he's mad. stark raving lock him in the attic mad. But only not all the time. Just - it's like he's got a windup key, and things just slowly crank that key and then he goes off and he doesn't have any control over himself at all, and he's DAMN LUCKY he takes ( Read more... ) -
poor soul, he never knew what hit him and it hit him so
That was Seru?
This cringing, dried-leaf fragile, curled up shadow? How could he look so withered, so weak?
What is that monster *doing* to him? three fourths of the life has been sucked out of him, as if he were a toy of the Darkfallen. That... he was pitiable. That's not a word I would ever use to describe my Serouen...
Bull. My Cerulygos. The ( Read more... )