Lets see no one tagged me that i know of but here it goes anyway ( Read more... )

My eyes open slowly to the darkness I am not even sure I have opened them except I can feel myself blink. My body isn't ready to move fully yet, still stiff from the years of encasement. My Heart shudders a bit like a butterfly upon its birth. My nevres scream with the needles that are piercing the now alive flesh. My ears hear the heartache and ( Read more... )

Another love before my time ( Read more... )

"He was a strange Master. A strange one indeed. I told him what would happen if he followed the course. I assumed he would be to cowardly to..." Caw caw. The smaller crow had turned upon his brother at the mention of Cowardice. Dropping bloody black feathers to the ground ( Read more... )

It was late, but I knew she was up. The worry of having people gunning for you could keep even the Nun awake. I called the Safe house to talk to her. I told her, that one of the guys just tried to jump me in my office. I told here not to worry that things were fine. I didn't tell I had killed for her. She seemed clamed, but let me know that ( Read more... )

Mass drama was never my strong point. I wanted a quiet life, still do, but fate or my curse never seems to let me. Everytime I get to comfortable I lose someone. I lost mom and dad, then Wendy and Mikel, and today I nearly lost Gwen and Alexial. (While Erik muses he stands in Asgard and hammers away. He has been here for a year doing grunt work ( Read more... )

All that work wasted. I spent all that time crafting the treasure for Meilge for him to smile and toss it in the stake. A cloak that could save his court from winter collecting dust. The cloak shifts to Wings of stained glass, and the Feathers produce six glamour a day. All that time and he doesn't even care. Well, I guess that is the life of ( Read more... )

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ooc: I am playing with some thoughts on characters these are just sketches ( Read more... )

My office was thick with my cigarette smoke and my right eye was swollen shut. I had had the hardest fight of my life with my former client and somehow in some fucked up way I'd killed him. I checked the pulse three times to make sure. All this for a Dame of the Cloth. Why did he want her dead, why did he hire me to find her. What did she know ( Read more... )