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Why do you choose to shed those tears?

February 5, 2011 - 6:38am — BrokkenSaint

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Raindeer, Raindeer (Toukan Poem)

February 5, 2011 - 5:12am — quadraptor

Just a little something for Pegasicorn for doing a Quad as a Wolf drawing. Thanks again

I intentionally misspelled "reindeer", it's not a typo

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Raindeer, Raindeer
I spy you standing there
You're much more than you seem
But why do you stare?

Raindeer, Raindeer
The Earth asks you today
Crying out for moisture
Calling to you for the rain

Raindeer, Raindeer
Why do you hesitate?
Would you be so cruel this day
And leave the land to it's fate?

Raindeer, Raindeer
The sky grows dark so soon
Drops of water on my head
I respectfully apologize to you

Raindeer, Raindeer
You fulfilled your noble deed
I watch you vanish over the horizon
Until the next time we meet

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Oh Deer

February 5, 2011 - 4:08am — Gruffen

Are you, are you coming to the pond
Oh deer with same pictogram as me
Bring your own leclace made of vines
And stand side by side with me
Are you, are you coming to the pond,
Oh deer, with the same pictogram as me.

Who is the plain deer with the same picto as me? He/she is very nice.

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Typical (A Comedy)

February 4, 2011 - 10:36pm — OkamiLugia

Just a little one-shot I had in mind a while, and I wanted to take a break from Ishizu's POV. Dedicated to the awesome Zergarikiaka ♥

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Pagodas and Cherry Blossoms (Redkora shortstory)

February 4, 2011 - 6:06pm — quadraptor

Writing for Redkora drawing Quad as a wolf, but also because I feel like you really need some gift writing too. Enjoy

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He was observant today. He had no desire to speak, only to see, listen, and smell the Forest. He walked past the old Ruins, stopping close to the Old Oak to watch a couple of fawns run by. Silly children..., the stag thought to himself.

He carried on, taking in the sweet smells from the trees. The lovely smell of sap from the oak trees filled his lungs and made him reminisce of the Forest many years ago. His ears rose in time to hear doves calling to one another overhead. He closed his eyes for the moment and enjoyed the world around him.

Red...kora...

He opened his eyes. Did he just hear something? No, there were no others around him. He must have imagined it.

And then, something much different occurred. He got the slightest whiff of another scent in the air, only it was no longer the tree sap smell. No, this was something else. Something sweeter.

The stag followed the smell. He passed curious fawns and nameless stags, painted does and sleeping bucks. The scent was much stronger the further into the Birch Forest he went. He soon was far away from any other deer, and as he neared the the fountain upon the top of the hill, the air was thick with the wonderful smell.

There he saw something he had never laid eyes upon. Within the circle of mushrooms was a beautiful Japanese cherry blossom, the blooms on it a wonderful shade of pink. And just below the tree was a little pagoda.

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A Moonless Night (Amadalia shortstory)

February 4, 2011 - 4:55am — quadraptor

Writing for Graveyard drawing Quad as a wolf. Hope I got your character correct, but if there are any mistakes let me know.

I wrote this as a precursor to the betrayal, when she still had her pack. I hope this is okay.

Parts of this are graphic so be warned

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The Moon chose to hide tonight. No matter. I see him in the darkness., the thoughts were quick and quiet in her mind. She cloaked herself in the shadows of the trees, her eyes were slightly illuminating. It would be the only thing that could give her away.

She stared at her foe, a heavy-built panther had taken down a wolf and was hastily feeding from the fallen. It wasn't a wolf that Amadalia knew. In fact, it was a wolf from another pack, who must have strayed from safety and met his end here. No, it wasn't anyone she knew, but it angered her all the same.

This panther was a threat to her own pack. And thus, he needed to be taken care of.

She took a step from the shadows, positioning her toned legs, ready to charge at the black creature. And at the moment he turned toward her, the werewolf sprung. She was too quick for him, her jagged antlers gouging the panther. He toppled back, managing to land on his paws, but the wounds were deep. His black fur began to stain red from the blood dripping out.

The panther snarled. Mist rushed from his mouth in the frigid air. Amadalia could understand what he was saying to her - "What in the hell are you? Are you a wolf or a deer?"

She didn't reply, but simply took a few steps toward him. She could tell he was startled, the open wounds on his side already causing him to go into partial shock. He was going to fight for his catch, he couldn't allow this to be the last meal he ate.

Damn the Moon for not being out tonight..., Amadalia cursed in her thoughts.

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Quadruple Poetry - Marik and Ryou

February 3, 2011 - 5:25pm — quadraptor

Just an idea I wanted to try - describing one character with four different styles of poetry. Expect to see more of these.

Victims 4 and 5 are Skitties' Ryou and Haru's Marik. I hope you two don't mind a dual set, since it will give me a new way to experiment with this.

Enjoy

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May you never cross our path
All that you hold dear will vanish
Ryou and I will conquer this world
If all else, then it will fall into the shadows
Kneel before the power of our force

Run and we will find you
Yield and surrender your life to Marik and I
Obey our every command
Unless you wish to die by our hands

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DARK
SHADOWS
BECKO ### N US
THE MILL ##### ENNIUM
ITEMS ### WILL
SOON BE
OURS

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What would you say
To playing a little game?
Win, and perhaps you will live
Lose, and your soul to give
What is this, an alibi?
Then I'll just gouge out your eyes
There are worse punishments deeper
For doublecrossing a tombkeeper

Enough of this foolishness
We shall soon end this
A millennium item, I see
Why don't you just give it to me
Or to save the trouble here
Your deepest secrets I will peer
And with my Millennium Ring
I will force you into insanity

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The time of the Pharaoh is over. We shall devise a plan to overthrow him. Perhaps slip a little poison in his morning milk? No, that may be too tricky. How about we just stab him in the heart and take away his Millennium Puzzle? Hmm...too messy. Or we could break all of his bones one by one until he submits.

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I Am Elemental (poem)

February 3, 2011 - 7:47am — quadraptor

I had this idea a few days ago, but after going to see Cirque Du Soleil's Dralion, I wanted to write it tonight. I hope it's okay that I made Earth and Fire masculine and Water and Wind feminine. Anyway, enjoy

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The elements flow within me, and I honor each one of them with the life I live.
My skin was formed from the very EARTH I walk upon.
I honor him with the STRENGTH in my muscles.
My blood was formed from the WATER I drink.
I honor her with the CLARITY of my decisions.
My breath was formed from the AIR in my lungs.
I honor her with the WORDS I speak.
My heart was formed from the FIRE sparked within.
I honor him with the PASSION of my spirit.
With these four elements, I am whole.

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Quadruple Poetry - Kaiba

February 2, 2011 - 4:32am — quadraptor

Just an idea I wanted to try - describing one character with four different styles of poetry. Expect to see more of these.

Victim #3 is Zergarikiaka's Seto Kaiba. I tried my best to make them as much about your character as I could. Eventually I'll write one for Ryou, Marik, and Ishi too, so don't fret

Enjoy

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Screw the rules!
Excellence is all I require!
Time to duel, show your cards
Only for my Blue Eyes to devour!
Kaiba is the name!
And don't you forget it!
I'll defeat your pathetic deck!
Blue Eyes White Dragon!
Attack and destroy my opponent's life points!

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S
C
REWTH
ERULES
IHAVEM
ONEY!!!

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Why do you even bother playing this game?
Take some money and remember my name.
Or stay here and accept the challenge, fool.
What do you say? Do you want to duel?
My deck is unstoppable, so don't even try.
My Blue Eyes will swat you down like a fly.
I will admit, this game makes my ego soar.
But why am I telling this to someone so poor?
Get out of my sight, you pathetic loser!
Go cry to your mother, duelist poser!
I'm Seto Kaiba, remember the name!
I am the epitome of fortune and fame!

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The tournament was set, the fools all played into my little game. I offered them riches, far more than that creep Pegasus offered. But why would a multi-billionaire do such a thing? What was the purpose? Simple - I wanted the greatest challenge they could offer. Let them come and play their games. Let the weakest be weeded out. Let the strongest advance. Let that Joey kid stop having dreams of me in a dog costume.

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Quadruple Poetry - Dinamo

February 1, 2011 - 7:27am — quadraptor

Just an idea I wanted to try - describing one character with four different styles of poetry. Expect to see more of these.

Victim #2 is Dinamo. I tried my best to make them as much about your character as I could. Enjoy

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Dreams have never been nicer
In my eyes than the sights here
Nectar of the Twin Gods, as you say
All around me the Forest speaks in whispers
Memories and nostalgia of wondrous times
Only let Nature enter, and you will see too

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I HAVE
SOMETIMES
HOWLED AT THE
MOON, THE WOLVES'
BLOOD INSIDE OF ME
FILLED MY LUNGS
WITH CALLS
WILDER

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A flash of grey and splash of white
My playful fur glistens in the light
I watch the dragonflies at the dam
They never question what I really am
The wilder side of my spiritual soul
Remains at peace and guidance told
I call to you from far and away
To ask what fun we should do today
The land is kind and sings with choice
To all who listen to her loving voice
May we all honor her with the words we say
This is my pact, the wolf deer's way

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I watched a butterfly take the time to drink from a flower. I stayed as still as I could, not bothering her, not interfering, just observing the intricate work, her careful movements, the slight flutter from her painted wings. I began to wonder if butterflies observed us, too. I sat up and stretched out my back after leaning down to watch her for so long. And as I did, something wonderful happened - the beautiful butterfly decided that her job was done, and she flew up and landed right on my mask.

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