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LLAMAS!

(WARNING MANY IMMMAAAGGESSS)


Because I'm bored and llamas are close enough to deer to be somewhat relevant AND EVERYONE LIKES LLAMAS RIGHT


(I took the pics, but all of these llamas belong to Sight & Sound Theatres, not ME.)
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note of lack of activity

Well, I just got a new 6 week old chuahauah puppy this week, and he's been eating a lot of my spare time while I'm not at work... and on top of that Blood Sport on DA has begun, and as a participant some of my activity online has been set aside for that. Soooo yeah, if I don't seem too active lately, it's because of that. ^^; But I'm still here!
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Rodric's Biography

WORK
IN
PROGRESS



NAME-
Rodric

GENDER-
Male/Stag

AGE-
Young Fawn

LIKES-
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Grimmwall;; If You Keep Believing...

There are things in life you'll learn and
Oh, in time you'll see.


It was all familiar here. The streets, the houses, the city itself felt like home again. He always said he didn't much like it here, but now he realized how much he missed it. It wasn't the sites or the feel of the city. It was the people. One person, actually. It was the whole reason he came here, back to America. He came here to start over, and that's exactly what he did. He was away from the scandal of England and the hardships of Russia. It felt like he was starting over once more just by visiting. He felt fresh and free.

The car came up to the one house he had been waiting to visit for months. It was all the same, nothing had changed. He stepped out of his car, walked up to the door, and knocked.

Don't run, don't hide, it will be alright.

The door opened, there she was, staring up at him in pleasant shock. She embraced him, only able to wrap around his waist because of his height. He returned her hug, running a hand down her prismatic hair. It was a clear difference from his dusty gray hair. She led him inside, sitting him down on the couch and greeting him once more. They caught up, him telling her of what he had been doing in Russia. She didn't say much about herself. She only told him that she was lonely. It was pretty clear to him why.

Time passed. They made lemonade, spoke about cooking, just talking for the sake of talking. Once again he wrapped his arms around her, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“I missed you...”

She felt like she was melting in his arms. “I love you...”

He wasn't allowed to love though. He was held back from it. If he loved anyone, they would only be hurt. He had to deny it. He had to protect her. It would hurt, but not as much as it would to see her broken for good. He began to pull away.

She paused, “... Do you love me?”

He couldn't answer her. He looked away, hooding his eyes. “I want to...
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This might be a silly question,

But does any one know of any good african tribal music? Or exoctic, tropical, islandy stuff that's upbeat?

Tell me... (To Baal)

Your mind is unwilling to become seperate from your soul.
Your deeds darken my heart, and my chains to you, forever follow me.

I am all you have ever had, I, the ghost.
Your creation of madness.

You wander aimlessly through shrouds and veils of self persecution and loathing and look to me to help heal your twisted soul. I-- only another shroud-- ghost, of your hate.
A shadow of a memory, who brings no peace to herself or those whose eyes fall upon her opaque, fragile figure.
So fragile.

What choices are before me? I can not escape your summonings, you refuse to forget me, and let my spirit rest. My dear Weeping Beast. I know not how to help you.

Is it just, us again?
Us and the rain, and the poppies underfoot?
And the memories.....

Forget me not.
Forget me--

Perhaps your strength has blinded me of any escape.
Please...

Just tell me...
Tell me....
For I am here.

omg

guys i have a boner

Baal

Do mine eyes deceive me or are you here?
Fever's picture

- F E A R -

FEAR
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As the rain falls

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