Sta.sh
Today is the day that the book of my life begins to truly be written again.
The Book of the Wyvern, an ominous title, but you know what the y say about books and covers and judging.
I write the book alone, aided by a silent memory of a silent love.
Darkness has been exchanged for the Night, a night i roam on four paws, my territroy, my home. It is cold, but i have warm fur. I bound across the snow, howling, searching, living, etching chapters into the frozen ground, reciting lines of poetry with every sound.
I am alive, and i am free.
No more chains, jsut free running.
But i have an eventual destination,i believe.
For now, i simply write my lonely pages, following the remembrances of a silent smile, deep into the night.
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I don't like being preached to, teased, or lied to, so just leave that stuff out of your reply, okay?
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Chronicles of a Fallen Chivalier
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If you are rude to me, I will block you. I'm sick of all the drama.
*rolls over and shows belly**queitly*You're right about me. I keep trying to talk, to convince you of...whatever. So im done. I can't tell you anything, so that is what i choose to do, my action to prove that im changed. I'm exposed to you, Saya. you can cut off my arm, my head, whatever. And im not just saying this. You know where i am in hte mornings. I can't talk to you, so thats the only thing i can think to do, roll over and take it. so thats what im going to do.
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Chronicles of a Fallen Chivalier
and i'd appreciate it if you gave me my mangas back. you can keep the pillow, though.
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If you are rude to me, I will block you. I'm sick of all the drama.