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The Light Rain Sprinkled Down on Me. (Trip!)

Hey Guys, so I took off early Sunday morning, and took a trip with my dad.
(I will be uploading pictures of the trip in this blog later today. Smiling)
We went to Valley Forge (I'm a total history nut), and then after that we got a motel-- slept, and went to Straussburg Railroad, where actual steam engines run, and you can ride on them. I had an excellent time, but as we were about to leave, I had a "Half-Real" encounter with my Bones. Eye

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[center]A Half-Real Encounter


The light rain sprinkled down on me.


To my right, she came through the mist.

Burning steel, and hissing breath of the engine shook the ground before me.

Her cane at her side, and her layers of black clothing melted out of the fog.

A small group of children was to my left. They were tucked under the cautious wings of their parents.
Careful not to let their little ones get to close to the burning, hissing beast.


As she came closer, I could see a smile form.. Her white hair combed perfectly away from her pale face.

“Ready to go?” My father asked me, and I smiled up at him. “Alright,” I said.

“Hey hun...” Her casual swagger made its way to me. “Takin' off?” She flashed her silver tooth with a smirk.

Suddenly something on the tracks caught his eye and he turned. “What is it?” I ask.

[=#4E4848][=times][=12][i]“Yeah, long drive home...” I say softly, and she lowers her gaze, and a silence falls between us.

Mystress' Story Re-done

I have 4 chapters completed.
The deer that will be mentioned for sure, in this story are (in no special order):
~Kaoori~Yorres~Jagare~Fledermaus~Queze~Lemon~Emiva~Wesker~Rune~Virgil~Ephra~Azazel~
(Possibly others)
Enid=Pure Spirit (Gaelic)
(This section of the entry will be deleted, once the story is complete.)
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Enid

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The ground was pelted with rain. The afternoon sun had long since fallen in its journey above the trees. Puddles dwelled on top of hoof-printed dirt, promising green sprouts for the long week ahead. Stones darkened as they were sprinkled and as the ground began to loose its heat, fog rolled in like a plague. It was August, the twenty third, many-- many moons ago my fawn. And the skies were dark, and only the moon spilled its silvery light over leaves and moss-covered ground. Under the wet soil, not so deep, a deer slept in peace. She had long since been forgotten and had heard every fawn's footsteps that came after her, running happily on the dust-covered surface. Her flesh had long since become part of the earth, and her bones had nearly turned to ash. Yet she waited, patiently.

In the crossroads of time, the great spirits gathered, whispered and mingled in the earth-doe's mind, and soul. Somewhere between life and death, joy and sorrow, Heaven and Earth...
"Enid," the voices whispered over and over, and all at once in circling-- loud and silent voices. Dozens of them. The word was not heard, it was not seen... it was known. "Rise," came the command from the shrill, clear, fluid voices which were not heard, but more-- understood. The earth rose, and the doe was released from her muddy cage. All of the weakness in the world could not describe her, of all that was sorrow, she was it ten-fold. Her frail, soiled, weak and tired body knelt when she was awakened.

Easy Question

Hey guys, what's the code for that scrolly box thing?
Thanks. XD

~~~ <3



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...I wish time stood still. In the moments you loved most. I wish you could feel the memory come back to you as you stand in the same place, read the same words... I wish you could bring yourself back to innocence and wonder. I wish my excitement would renew itself for places I once loved most...

I wish ideas I had given people would never die. I wish memories were stone, never to be taken up in a strong wind in time, to be washed away. I wish people would not hurt eachother.... I hope one day 'my motivation' to make a point, will diminish and die like a cold ember in what once was a roaring fire, to which only the memory remains.

I will pray. I will hope.
Things that once brought me joy, are now faded.
I wish I enjoyed what I enjoyed most-- more.
It's gone now...
Help me remember...
It seems everyone has so many hateful feelings towards others, for no reason at all-- I don't want to be a part of it, but I am. Help me remember what it was like to wonder, and find. I have dug up all treasures, I feel like a lingering dead leaf on a cold branch... all others have moved on.

Help me remember what it was like to not judge someone one what they've said, and assume it was only for attention even when it was not. Help me remember what it was like to roam free as a human-faced creature full of wonder and awe. Help me remember what it was like, to not think I was a stereotypical oldie.

Who can I blame?
Should I point fingers? Surely so! .... deep inside I know it is only me who has become numb. Unwilling to change for a community that has outgrown a member. A community who is focused on the spotlight... if it is so, then let me diminish.

Help me remember how creativity was not shunned, or something to be ashamed of. Help me remember what a family is. I want to help...

I felt like I needed to fight, to defend... I promised I'd never leave... but deep inside it feels like spring, and cleaning needs to be done.

~Crimson Sky Ablaze With Dawn~

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[=#ff2c59][i] .... I have been called back.

What is This? (For Baal)

What is this... tugging? Pulling? Demanding of my presence?
Y-You have done the unspeakable...
Your presence, the sight of you, everything about you, cursed and broken.
M-My, god.
Fear is stabbed back into my soul, into every opaque thread that binds my spirit here. The veil of mouning is my body. And h-here it is, you wear me.
The ever coldness of my un-moving bones, my shallow grave washed away and the poppies mourn no more for I am not there. A demon has plucked my remains up from the ground and is wearing them now.
Oh t-the torture of the remorse that has not abandoned y-you... the remorse which possess you. And I, your posession...Obsession.
N-no...N-no, you can not let me be. You can not let me rest.

W-What is this?
These strings that bind me to you?
...The control.
Of that which I am denied.
What is it now that I can d-do against you my Dark demon?
W-What is it now, that you do not have power over me?

P-Please...
Is, there no escape....?

I have touched nothing, and you have harnessed that which I could not. M-My body. Something dear to me, that belonged to me! .... I-I.... Am I merely something of yours?....

That pain which you have caused me in life has risen again in death.
I-I can not escape your p-pain...
A hoof upon my broken body, a gaze upon my delicate form...
A wanting that drives you to do this... again...
Send me not away.
Y-Your hate, my fear-- it r-returns..

It returns.

No escape. (For Baal)

Terrible Weeping Shadow! Your mind is corrupt and twisted. You have been born into hatred and so you shall be.

I have no fear, for the fear I had in life poured out of me.
Look at me, never to feel the warmth of the sun, nor the chills of the night's face.
Never to fear you... again.

A child, able to be any and everything around her.
A fawn, with the dripping poppies upon her head in mourning.
A doe, now, I can be. Oh tell me-- never I will leave....
For the mother I never had, in her image, a ghost I was destined to be.
Destined to be.
How can I hate thee? You... who made me.
Look at me, a horrid, tired.... dead.... creature.

Because my hooves were not quick enough.
My legs were not long enough.
My calls were not loud enough...

But now... look at me. A doe at will and a fawn when wanted. Ever translucent, ever horrid... ever cold. I can run from you now, my strange Demon.
I can run from you now...

Words better left unspoken.
Flee from me, far from me! Fear me, and hate me and I shall be no more!
Oh sweet sand of eternity, I will run to you...
Please...

Ages it has been and the gods have owed me this. Tell me.
Tell me there's an escape, from this.
Fool! ... A ghost and a fool....
Eternity, do I want thee?
Ever to be cradled in the darkness of forever?
Free from He.

...No...

Tell me...
There's no escape.

Behind Mystress (apmw)

Saosin's player has reminded me of this old bandwagon, and I wanted to bring it up again, once more seeing as we have a lot of newer players. This is totally voluntary and don't feel put upon to follow if you don't want to!

Autoplay Music Warning!

The Written Word.

Deer of the Forest.

I have found something the forest is not meant to know.

Is not meant to have....

I fear the wrath of our Gods should I reveal this secret to you.

Pages upon pages of a dialect resembling the names we carry.

A Lost Language, a Wirtten Word of the Forest...

I will speak the words.


[ A dialect left un spoken in thousands of years rolls off her tongue. Once spoken by the First Deer of the Forest, the knowledge of the Language resides within the mind of every deer. An uncanny ability to translate the words. You listen carefully to the voice narrating which has replaced Mystress'. A human voice. The First Ancestors of the Human-less Forest, you now dwell in. Chills run up your spine as you hear the last words ever written. They somehow know you, and you, know them. ]

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.
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