

Fallen StarLife is a small speck in the universe. It is a fleeting moment in eternity. Any memory of it is eventually lost. Any mark it leaves behind is wiped away. Nothing you do really matters. This is what Nova heard as she stepped to the edge of the cliff, and looked down at waves crashing against clusters of jagged rock. You're not unique. You're not special. You're not loved. The voice wound itself tightly around her heart and gripped every crevice of her frail mind. She stepped off the cliff. Turning as she fell, she faced the endless sky. Nova plummeted to her death.Fallen Star
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It must be an odd feeling... to die, to know that


Sky SerpentsI see it! The biting evening wind further ruffled his fur as he forced his aching bandaged paws to step towards the door. To his dismay, many jagged stones which littered the dirt road made their presence known with the sharpest of hellos. He grimaced internally at each greeting and pressed on. Nearly there. Despite the ache that massaged his limbs, the weight of the guitar strapped to his back, and his overall dishevelled appearance, Daimhin entered the weathered stone walls of the tavern with the dignity of a prince.Sky Serpents
An expected din of conversation, both drunken and sober, welcomed him. The contrasting warmth of the tavern had


Revenge is VicariousShit. Im going to die. Im going to fucking die!Revenge is Vicarious
The thoughts pounded at his chest, beating fear in his heart with every strike. Electric adrenaline surged with every beat. Fuelled by the primitive life instinct... he ran.
He bounded through the dark night streets. Rainwater licked the gravelly roads. The moistness muffled and yet amplified the sound of his footfall. A second set of footsteps was close behind.
No. Not yet. Please.
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If you know its over, why do you run?
The hunter mused to himself as he closed in on his prey. His target was tiring
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Captain Cherry Rougekist-Sunhawk
Bloodz-General of the Bloodkin!
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Now here's what I think:
It doesn't matter what you draw or make, but what matters is the heart you put behind it.
Look who we have here!
I have invaded. c:
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" Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal."
_ H.P. Lovecraft
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