hi all wanted to see what ya think i'm writing this for school and pleasure i suppose let me know what ya think please ^^ posting will be prolly by chapter or a few installments to such
PROLOGUE
Quroth tilted his blue hat out of his eyes for the tenth time that night. The imp’s eyes peered suspiciously again, studying the man below huddled around the fire.
The moon of Solma rose high in above the trees, illuminating Quoroth’s gold eyes, reflecting its light faithfully to the man below.
The man’s solitude attracted the imp when he saw him gathering wood two hours ago. It is a rare sight to see a lone man travel these woods, unless it be a magi or someone of a worse nature.
When more men similar to the stranger emerged, the imp sent for his commander. Something was definitely up.
They each wore grey cloaks, mimicking the bark around them. Some carried swords, bows with a full quarry of arrows. All carried staves, some containing jewel encrusted pieces or some with crystals. All bore the mark of the Ring.
Their presence disturbed him. He couldn’t finger what exactly the feeling they produced; all he knew was that he didn’t wish to cross these men’s paths when they were angry
.
Fear? No, he experienced too much in his life to be afraid of mere humans. Dragons flew overhead, their call shaking the trees from their roots. Weirs and Sersentines came through, battle ready and hungry. Even then he stood his ground in protecting his forest.
“Quoroth,â€
Shadow- the six runes *novel i'm working on ^^
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Shadow- the six runes *novel i'm working on ^^
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
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girlninja - Posts: 388
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true this isn't a anime fic but i really need suggestions and comments to help me with this for school ^^; so any would be appreciated ^^
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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Ch.1 Talin, son of the trees
Today mimicked any other day. The sun shone, peeking through the trees, making the inhabitants of Oltheres squint when they looked up. A gentle breeze from the Pantloreste Mtns. in the north gave the promise of a cold winter.
Today was like any other day except for a vital part, it is the day of the Kristhial initiation; a momentous day among the dwellers of the elven city. For one, Talineltha Serrean, today will always line in the shadow of triumph and the outlining of nightmares.
Talineltha Serrean, or Talin among who know the elf best, lay on the highest hilltop just outside the fortress gates. The soft blades of grass moistened his pamls with the morning dew and tickled his neck. But he didn’t mind, he felt at peace here.
Clouds danced with their brother, Sun, on the canvas of the sky. Elves felt connected to the world, Panthos. They feel its pulse in the trees and every blades of grass. They know of many secrets of the world from the willows and oaks who give wisdom to all who have the patience enough to listen and the wisdom enough to learn.
A warrior. A true warrior. Talin smiled, stroking the ceremonial dagger his father presented to him earlier that morning. He unsheathed it, the suns rays glinting off the helonian metal encased in precious rubies and emeralds. Tradition called for every warrior to receive their first weapon on the day of Kristhial. Some gave their sons or daughters gold tipped arrows and a leather quiver. The poorer of them often gave short swords, hand made and better, Talin felt, then any other.
He was later given his primary weapon, the haken. A double bladed sword, the handle tightly wrapped in leather and the blade freshly sharpened.
A man of thirty, while still bearing the face of an eighteen year old, Talin looked the part of a warrior. Forest green eyes, that more often than not always appeared deep in thought, shone in anticipation this day. Golden skin from the long days of training in the sweltering heat gave slight camouflage in the forest. He kept his brown hair short with a braided haku, the traditional Kristhial braid on the side of the ear and contained a long section of hair . It signified maturity into adulthood.
He wore a red tunic, bearing his families crest, a willow tree surrounded by orbs of fire; made of a light but sturdy material, the tunic draped over his toned muscles.
“Talineltha Serrean.â€
Today mimicked any other day. The sun shone, peeking through the trees, making the inhabitants of Oltheres squint when they looked up. A gentle breeze from the Pantloreste Mtns. in the north gave the promise of a cold winter.
Today was like any other day except for a vital part, it is the day of the Kristhial initiation; a momentous day among the dwellers of the elven city. For one, Talineltha Serrean, today will always line in the shadow of triumph and the outlining of nightmares.
Talineltha Serrean, or Talin among who know the elf best, lay on the highest hilltop just outside the fortress gates. The soft blades of grass moistened his pamls with the morning dew and tickled his neck. But he didn’t mind, he felt at peace here.
Clouds danced with their brother, Sun, on the canvas of the sky. Elves felt connected to the world, Panthos. They feel its pulse in the trees and every blades of grass. They know of many secrets of the world from the willows and oaks who give wisdom to all who have the patience enough to listen and the wisdom enough to learn.
A warrior. A true warrior. Talin smiled, stroking the ceremonial dagger his father presented to him earlier that morning. He unsheathed it, the suns rays glinting off the helonian metal encased in precious rubies and emeralds. Tradition called for every warrior to receive their first weapon on the day of Kristhial. Some gave their sons or daughters gold tipped arrows and a leather quiver. The poorer of them often gave short swords, hand made and better, Talin felt, then any other.
He was later given his primary weapon, the haken. A double bladed sword, the handle tightly wrapped in leather and the blade freshly sharpened.
A man of thirty, while still bearing the face of an eighteen year old, Talin looked the part of a warrior. Forest green eyes, that more often than not always appeared deep in thought, shone in anticipation this day. Golden skin from the long days of training in the sweltering heat gave slight camouflage in the forest. He kept his brown hair short with a braided haku, the traditional Kristhial braid on the side of the ear and contained a long section of hair . It signified maturity into adulthood.
He wore a red tunic, bearing his families crest, a willow tree surrounded by orbs of fire; made of a light but sturdy material, the tunic draped over his toned muscles.
“Talineltha Serrean.â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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MORE OF CHAPTER 1
He arrived upon a bed of feathers, soft and smooth to the touch. He smiled and threw the feathers up watching them float to the ground; illuminated with a heavenly glow, dull at first then gradually and all consuming light.
He was a child again. In the orchard, watching the other children play. They never invited him. But he watched them every day, silently hoping and praying he’d be allowed to join their revelry’s. Then one day it happened. A boy motioned him to play, telling him to come.
He laughed running towards them. He felt strong hands grip him, pulling him away from them, “Noâ€
He arrived upon a bed of feathers, soft and smooth to the touch. He smiled and threw the feathers up watching them float to the ground; illuminated with a heavenly glow, dull at first then gradually and all consuming light.
He was a child again. In the orchard, watching the other children play. They never invited him. But he watched them every day, silently hoping and praying he’d be allowed to join their revelry’s. Then one day it happened. A boy motioned him to play, telling him to come.
He laughed running towards them. He felt strong hands grip him, pulling him away from them, “Noâ€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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girlninja - Posts: 388
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more ^^
Ch. 2-Saira, daughter of the moons
“Come Lady,â€
Ch. 2-Saira, daughter of the moons
“Come Lady,â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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more of CHAPTER 2
“I am,â€
“I am,â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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girlninja - Posts: 388
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I hope they all come together!LOL you know it heh it's a six person perspective come together after all 6 main chars are introduced heh
hope you keep reading ^^
hope you keep reading ^^
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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girlninja - Posts: 388
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Very good! How long is this story roughly going to be? Because if you have a six point perspective story you will want at least 70,000 words. Just my suggestion.
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hmmmmm well it's a trilogy so quite long.......for not this one may only get to 15 chapters more outta necessity for school then for want of length i'm shooting for 20 but i only have a month to finish heh but i'm gonna keep working on it until it ends so it'll be a while ^_^ Keep reading ^^
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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girlninja - Posts: 388
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Wha? Six person perspective? Is that an actual established 'genre' so to speak? Or did it just come off sounding that way... hehe It's late and i'm delerious from being uke for an entire aikido class. i better go to bed now....it'll all make more sense tomorrow, I'm sure. 
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lol i hear ya lol no no i mean that 6 different point of views lol so 6 person perspective lol hmmmmmmmm i culd make it a genre 
lol *comfort now now est i know that your delirious sokay we'll get you in a nice white jacket soon enough..... lol hope you keep reading ^^
lol *comfort now now est i know that your delirious sokay we'll get you in a nice white jacket soon enough..... lol hope you keep reading ^^"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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sorry didn't have time to seperate paragraphs >< i'll do so later
Ch. 3-Quain, son of the sea
The rays of light hit the sea of Verne. They danced across the sleeping waters; the sea floor glimmered like jewels. Chased away by the cursed sun, darkness and its minions retreated back to their hiding places, curses flowing from their lips. The rays continued past the sea-elven town of Treyuron. Its citizens awaken and start preparing for a new day of commerce, battle and the promise of fortune.
On the outskirts of the city, a man waited to die. He smoked his last cigarette, tossed it and stood waiting. A bird chirped in the distance, heralding the new day. He wore long pants, the black contrasting the green forest directly behind him. Sweat glistened against his tan skin, rolling off his muscular arms and down the scar that snaked down his back.
Quain knelt on the tree branch. He wore dark pants as well; two daggers strapped to his hips, his shirt clung to his skin. He tensed, withdrawing the daggers soundless from their resting place.
He jumped from the tree, aiming the daggers at the man’s throat. Blade against blade vibrated, resounding throughout the forest. Birds scattered. Glaring into each other’s eyes, the man pushed forward, forcing Quain to jump back.
“Do you really think you can kill me?â€
Ch. 3-Quain, son of the sea
The rays of light hit the sea of Verne. They danced across the sleeping waters; the sea floor glimmered like jewels. Chased away by the cursed sun, darkness and its minions retreated back to their hiding places, curses flowing from their lips. The rays continued past the sea-elven town of Treyuron. Its citizens awaken and start preparing for a new day of commerce, battle and the promise of fortune.
On the outskirts of the city, a man waited to die. He smoked his last cigarette, tossed it and stood waiting. A bird chirped in the distance, heralding the new day. He wore long pants, the black contrasting the green forest directly behind him. Sweat glistened against his tan skin, rolling off his muscular arms and down the scar that snaked down his back.
Quain knelt on the tree branch. He wore dark pants as well; two daggers strapped to his hips, his shirt clung to his skin. He tensed, withdrawing the daggers soundless from their resting place.
He jumped from the tree, aiming the daggers at the man’s throat. Blade against blade vibrated, resounding throughout the forest. Birds scattered. Glaring into each other’s eyes, the man pushed forward, forcing Quain to jump back.
“Do you really think you can kill me?â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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here's more of chapter 3
Bordering the Verne sea and south of Railen. Treyuron was once a city of war. However, it turned into a fishing town at the Division of the sea and forest elves the end of the Crusades.
Forest and sea elves used to live in harmony in that town upon the sky. A mystic town that crashed to the ground during the Wyvern Wars for closely guarded.
The elves separated, one side moving into seclusion into the city of Oltheres, learning the ways of the woods while the sea elves came to Treyuron, determined to fight.
Coward. Quain felt the familiar hatred his kind often felt for their elven brethren. Rather they live and ignore pleas to fight while we remain, caring for the dead.
Therefore, quiet animosity boiled between bloods, separating the people farther each year. Though, open war had never occurred, their new leader, a former warrior, opened the six hundred year old wounds of strife, putting the two cities on the breaking point.
The messenger saluted, forming a fist covered with an open hand. Peace over war. Those loyal to their forest brethren used this sign. A secret group of warriors bound to the old ways. A sentiment that is impossible for Quain to adapt and accept.
When Krim first told him of their society, Quain, still being young, refused it out right along with many others who became Krim’s pupil that day.
Even though he was the youngest among the group of students, he started at age five, he thrived, becoming better skilled then those twice his age.
Many could not take the harsh discipline required from his master nor the demanding training that so many times brought Quin to the edge of death.
Ten students out of hundreds passed through master’s hand, chosen to move to become scouts, warriors, or the infamous assassins. Eighty-seven failed and went back to start training again.
Twelve rose to the elite, becoming the best of the Regions. Quain alone remained, though he often questioned why. True, he is only fifteen years of age, half the age of the others, yet he surpassed his fellow companions in strength, skill and intelligence. Yet master still would not allow it.
Even when approached on the subject, Quain exasperated and weary of the wait, pleaded with him to give an answer. His responded in his usual mannerism, “You think that you know all that pertains in the world? What are you…Lord that we should prostrate ourselves?â€
Bordering the Verne sea and south of Railen. Treyuron was once a city of war. However, it turned into a fishing town at the Division of the sea and forest elves the end of the Crusades.
Forest and sea elves used to live in harmony in that town upon the sky. A mystic town that crashed to the ground during the Wyvern Wars for closely guarded.
The elves separated, one side moving into seclusion into the city of Oltheres, learning the ways of the woods while the sea elves came to Treyuron, determined to fight.
Coward. Quain felt the familiar hatred his kind often felt for their elven brethren. Rather they live and ignore pleas to fight while we remain, caring for the dead.
Therefore, quiet animosity boiled between bloods, separating the people farther each year. Though, open war had never occurred, their new leader, a former warrior, opened the six hundred year old wounds of strife, putting the two cities on the breaking point.
The messenger saluted, forming a fist covered with an open hand. Peace over war. Those loyal to their forest brethren used this sign. A secret group of warriors bound to the old ways. A sentiment that is impossible for Quain to adapt and accept.
When Krim first told him of their society, Quain, still being young, refused it out right along with many others who became Krim’s pupil that day.
Even though he was the youngest among the group of students, he started at age five, he thrived, becoming better skilled then those twice his age.
Many could not take the harsh discipline required from his master nor the demanding training that so many times brought Quin to the edge of death.
Ten students out of hundreds passed through master’s hand, chosen to move to become scouts, warriors, or the infamous assassins. Eighty-seven failed and went back to start training again.
Twelve rose to the elite, becoming the best of the Regions. Quain alone remained, though he often questioned why. True, he is only fifteen years of age, half the age of the others, yet he surpassed his fellow companions in strength, skill and intelligence. Yet master still would not allow it.
Even when approached on the subject, Quain exasperated and weary of the wait, pleaded with him to give an answer. His responded in his usual mannerism, “You think that you know all that pertains in the world? What are you…Lord that we should prostrate ourselves?â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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girlninja - Posts: 388
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last of chapter 3 ^^
“Krimech,â€
“Krimech,â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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Chapter 4-Prentat, son of the mountains
The Quorus Sea rolled wave upon wave on the shore, punishing the rocky bay. Tall trees towered above, the scent of pine permeating the air.
“Wait,â€
The Quorus Sea rolled wave upon wave on the shore, punishing the rocky bay. Tall trees towered above, the scent of pine permeating the air.
“Wait,â€
"If not now then when? If not me then who?-anonymous
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
and of course now i must instill the Dancing BANANA'S!
WHY AM I CRYING IN FRENCH-Vash the Stampede
ORORORORORO!-Himura Kenshin
"It is not weak to value human life!"-Raiden, Mortal Combat II
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
*ADOPTED BY* ..yea i know scary I got a adopted ~_^
Nami
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