NightThe blood red crescent moon hung low in the late night sky as the gentle waves crashed against the almost deserted beach. Arm in arm, Tomash and Djoules turned their backs to the wind and looked up at Sah shining brightly, before continuing to walk along the shoreline. They snuggled closer together as the wind tried to infiltrate their winter jackets and the couple looked up holding each other, to see a shooting star fall across the Southern Cross. Resting his chin against her head, there they remained looking up at the glowing stars before the incessant wind finally won out and she let out an involuntary shiver in hisNight
Moonlight SandsMoonlight sandsMoonlight Sands
The boy looked up shielding his eyes from the unforgiving sun. It was held between the mountains sinking steadily and he sighed in relief, the night would be here soon and then he could begin. He looked down checking his markers. He stood upon a black square of glass, melted sands of the very desert he was standing in making arcane patterns of colour in the flat surface. Only a few minutes left, the sun less than a thumbs width above the Cradle Mountains and he patted himself down one last time. Katana and wakazashi, there. Throwing daggers and smoke bombs, there. Food pack, water bottle and blanket, there. He set
StormsThey say that when it storms the gods are fighting. The Lord of the Night and the Lady of the Dawn bare their teeth and claws and the thunder is their voice as they fight a never ending battle. How do you describe such perfect energy, the raw power of the wind as it whips your face and the sharp drops of poison as the cold rain hits your skin. The frightening roar of thunder just above your head and the way the light changes in the sky steel blue and charcoal gray above you and bright orange and purple as the storm passes so all you can see is a riot of colour. Childish delight and awed wonder mix as you are saturated to the skin, leaving youStorms
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A loner longing for
(Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway)
the candence of her last breath
(Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway)
-"Cadence of her last breath" Nightwish
It has been so long since I have seen you I am going crazy!
I cannot appear online at the present time as the msn here is being a prat.
May we meet next Saturday? depending on whether you are working or not...
*hugs an Mandy*
Emily
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A loner longing for
(Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway)
the candence of her last breath
(Runaway, runaway, runaway, runaway)
-"Cadence of her last breath" Nightwish
It has been indeed far too long. I have missed you when I was at Bec's. I am online everywhere (facebook, here MSN, YIM, AIM).
We can meet whenever you wish. I do not work until 1800 on saturday night, so I am at your disposal my lady
*bows*
*hugs an Emily*
Mandy
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Facito aliquid operis, ut te semper diabolus inveniat occupatum - Always do something, so that the devil always finds you occupied
=St. Jerome=
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Facito aliquid operis, ut te semper diabolus inveniat occupatum - Always do something, so that the devil always finds you occupied
=St. Jerome=
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Facito aliquid operis, ut te semper diabolus inveniat occupatum - Always do something, so that the devil always finds you occupied
=St. Jerome=
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Facito aliquid operis, ut te semper diabolus inveniat occupatum - Always do something, so that the devil always finds you occupied
=St. Jerome=
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