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Peregrination of Iphea -Isolation- Part 2

A bird wheeling above him, the stag watched it dip and dive. The world had suddenly grown cold. Roe and the apocalypse had disappeared....

My fur was caked with frost, but for some reason I didn't care. The cold wind felt friendly, the tern up high seemed happy to see me. That was when she dove and skimmed over the white expanse. I followed, running again over new fallen tundra.

My breath was so warm that it puffed with smoke ahead of me, quickly falling behind as I raced forward after the tern. My laugh was drowned out by the sound of cracking and popping. Ice broke as I skidded to a halt.

The vast sea of water broke, vague outlines of waterfalls and whitewater took form out of the path the ice had made. Vague outlines of home.

Trees of pure ice surrounded me as I walked. Oh were they gorgeous. Their branches tinkled like glass, like falling icicles. They were so gorgeous I did not notice the beast looming in front of me until I was upon him.

A large ice-bear breathed the same air as I did. The tern I had been following was with him, and they were partaking in a meal. I felt compelled to join them.

A moment later I was nibbling on something I never thought I would have tasted: Meat. The meat was vaguely familiar, I couldn't taste it, but it was warm against my lips and slid wetly down my throat. As I ate, I could feel the animals smile. The bear gorged with me, while the tern and a few other birds began to do something....

I grew tired, seemingly falling asleep where I stood. I think it was the meat that tired me.

The birds worked his antlers like malleable clay, adding snow and ice to make them heavy and many-tined. They took the blood from his face, the skin from his meal, the bone from his meal to create a mask for him. As Iphea awoke, they smiled upon him.

[b]I was not adorned. These antlers are heavy and this mask hides my face.

[ drown me ]

The wind blew down from the North that day
Casting skulls and dust from the earth's debris
I looked out at the never-ending sea
And begged you just to drown me

Twins and triplets came to watch
The ticking of the final clock
Time can slow but never stops
As long as someone's waiting

We searched the shoreline, you and I
I sat you down so you could cry
Without the cruel and prying eyes
Of those who sought to hurt you

A decade's year became a day
You treated me another way
Changed and never quite the same
Compared to memory

The sun was dead in the West that night
The war was lost on either side
Sought help from God and he replied
That you would someday drown me

He didn't help, he didn't care
I looked for Satan and found him there
Sprawled on silk he'd rip and tear
Trying to impress

The moon rose up with sinner's fear
The devil took your soul from here
Cast it out away from me
And silently, I drowned
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Never Fold

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Transformation

The squirrel-doe paused. “Why am I changing? I know! I’ll ask the Gods!” She galloped to the twin god idols and knelt. A vision appeared and Michael and Auria stood before her. “I need your help!” Origin’s voice wiggled. “I don’t know what’s going on!”
“Your species undergoes many phases throughout their life. This is your last transformation. You will be fully mature.”
“I don’t understand!”
Origin awoke suddenly. I don’t feel different. She heard a clicking noise and went to the pond to see her reflection. Origin shrieked loudly, catching the attention of some other deer. “Don’t hyperventilate….” Origin looked again. She had a bird’s beak and a feathery fan of a tail with blue streaks on it. “My feathers are still there, and my pattern.” Origin said, looking at the crest of peacock feathers, and the colorful green pattern of her chest feathers. “And bird feet? Paws too? Ohhhh wait a minute…I’m a gryphon!” she exclaimed. Spreading her wings, she went to the Twin Gods Idol to try and fly.
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Permadevout

How do I get the permadevout pelt?
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Hetelia birthday game.

I'm linking it because if I don't, the image appears as something else. e_e

N&S Italy gives you a nice massage with their bare hands.

Mine isn't funny. :c

Post your sentance! 8D

hamster in my mouth.

he just clambered halfway into my mouth because I'm eating chocolate.

Page is my new dentist.

BYE GUYS I NEED MOUTHWASH WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED I COULDN'T EVEN GET HIM OUT INCASE I BIT HIM OR HE BIT ME I DON'T

HE'S
BEEN
SO WEIRD
THE PAST FEW DAYS
-CRY-

[ blood red wine ]

You remind me of a girl I used to know,
I used to love her on the summer sundays
She would tease me and then off she'd go
Leave me crying in the desert haze

Yesterday, I took you down the river I used to go
I brought along our favourite radio
You sang a song to me right from the heart
You said - just like her - we'd never part

I got red blood, and I got red wine
I can't tell the truth, all of the time
My God above, he don't answer me, he makes me...cry
And I won't ever know the reason why

Red blood, and red red wine, oh my
Please don't ask me for the reason why
It took me years to get away from loving you
And many other girls they broke me, too

Winter came, winter went and left me in spring rain
I couldn't tell you just how much pain
I went through, to get to you, to get away
I should have saved my love for another day

I got red blood, and I got red, red, red wine
I've been in love, and I just lose it every single time
Red blood, and the reddest wine I've ever seen
I can't tell you just how long it's been

Red blood, red wine, I got red, red, red all over me
You put red, red, red all over me
And I can't, well I just can't get free of this
Red blood, and red red wine, oh my
Seems I lose my mind all the time...
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In the Shadows and the Light (For SnowSauria)

In the Shadows and the Light

In the shadows, her antlers form a wingspan to threaten any knight
In the shadows, the fog of her breath in the autumn air blossoms out like flame
In the shadows, her heart finds words that contradict in it -- and holds the knot of feelings in a tight grip
In the shadows, when her hooves scratch the ground, the mark seems to trail like the sharpened edges of claws

In the shadows, it becomes clear: hanging from her belly is her treasure-trove,
her pile of gold, heavy and soft and shifting as she moves with it.

In the light, she must protect it with all that fierceness,
as deer or dragon, as her hooves beat the empty air.


((This was a gift-poem about Illrose; if Snowsauria doesn't like it, she's free to have me try again. Also, AT LAST! IT IS COMPLETE!))
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