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DotA: The MessengerRikimaru's footfalls were light on the forest floor, the diminutive satyr not daring to waste an instant in his silent flight. Hardly a leaf was disturbed by his passing; there was barely a breeze to ruffle the grass.DotA: The Messenger
He was the prince of the satyrs, trained by the greatest of his race before their corruption. He was the unseen ghost; the silent phantom in the night. His weapon was invisibility; his bite was death. Hundreds had fallen to his quiet blade.... He was the stealth assassin.
Now he was being pursued.
"Traitorous filth," Rikimaru growled to himself, pausing and leaning against a tree to rest. H
by ~Minosheep
DotA: Davion vs PudgeKnight Davion raised the Vanguard suddenly as he heard the clinking of an incoming chain, which impacted with the surface of the shield and knocked him to a sitting position with a grunt.DotA: Davion vs Pudge
It was dark out, and what little light could be found fell across the battle raging nearby, the wooden treants fighting for the Tree of Life against the rotting ghouls who acted in the name of the Frozen Throne. The Dragon Knight, Supreme General and High Commander of the Sentinel Armed Forces, had, until a few seconds ago, been leading his treant warriors against an apparently leaderless enemy group.
How wrong he had been. &n
by ~Minosheep
DustYou've shown me everything Why haven't I learned anything? Why do we do nothing at all?Dust
Feebly, we strive, but everything and everyone Seems lost, far away and nothing and noone Helps anything or anyone AT ALL!
You're nothing but dust so blow away and go away Just get away from me.
You're nothing but dust so blow away and go away And get away FROM ME!
Our cries aren't heard by anyone. I want to tell you everything. But all you can hear &n
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ArtA pen, it moves across a paper's face; Life, it is breathed into her creation. Here, no oppression to keep her in place; Imagination--the freest nation.Art
A pen, steadily keeping up the pace; Life, joyful, artistic procreation. Here, she's free, dancing through a world of lace; Imagination--and machination.
A pen, weaving deftly about this place; Life, given here by origination. Here, she capers with delicate grace; Imagination--given translation.
Art, opening imagination's gate; Art, to halt imagination's abate.
by ~Minosheep
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Local Anaesthetic we don't want no housebroken hearts. we're in it for the long haul.Local Anaesthetic
[ like, it's some great bloody cancerous growth sitting just beneath my skin-- between my breasts, perhaps a little to the left, yes, resting just against my heart (i know because i can feel it pulsing). soon, i think, it's going to leak its way from the cracks spreading up along my flesh and spill onto the empty page, filling every space between the thin blue lines with the viscous, tepid afterbirth of my waning ]
here's a little bit of
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