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After Ves left for his ride in the sky, Marceau went into their mothers bedroom. Japheth went into his room, not really wanting to be a part of the drama that was becoming of their household. Hesperos was outside doing the gardening and Tavish was probably doing some sort of carving by the river. That left Marceau to take care of their mother. Which wasn't too bad really. The pink topaz dragon shifter loved his mother very much, like his fellow brothers, but this was a very difficult time. As he knocked lightly on the door to his mothers resting place, he smiled softly, "Mother, just checking in. Can I get you anything? Something to eat? Ma

Vestil knew his brother was going to leave. He was the oldest, the one that made rash decisions. Not that Japheth wasn't any better, but at least the red headed brother was staying for the time being. And he knew Knighton was right, about everything; his status in the village, how the elders felt towards their mother, Gelsey. She was a kind woman, he definitely favored her more than their father. Adonis was a carefree man, not necessarily the best father since he was always going on missions for the elders. He did their dirty work, scouting, bringing food, even killing enemies. But the way he looked at his wife, his life mate told Vestil al

"It's been weeks and no one is saying anything." "Knighton, what are we supposed to do? Dad is gone and mom is sick. We have to look out for her." Knighton shook his head, the blue haired man frustrated with how the day was going. His younger brothers surrounded him and they all sat in their family's house gathering area. Their mother was dying of some sort of rare disease that only attached to the blood cells of dragon shifters. There was no cure. There was no treatment. She was going to have to suffer and deal with the fact that she couldn't do anything about it. Their shaman came in daily to check on her and try to give her a mixture o

There is only enough time to admire something before you find your eyes searching for something else. A beam of light A clash of color Maybe something that sounds incredible Or smells as if you had just used your nose for the first time. People can be like this. A beautiful work of art that God himself is proud of. They smile and your heart races. You're eyes find theirs and then you are lost in the depths of that insanely rare shade of green or blue or brown. When they speak, their voice can melt a room of thousands and when they touch you, your body quivers and sighs. It's fascinating to watch someone admire another for reasons you canno

Vestil Hair: Golden blond, curly, falls in his face alot. Eyes: Amber in color, they grow a brighter gold color when he's happy or excited Clothing: He wears a simple vest and a pair of shorts on a daily basis. Normally, he would wear nothing, but because of how the times have changed, he has found that clothing is a must. Age: 24,000 Years old Height: 6'7" ft tall Weight: 220 lbs. Personality: He's a very happy go luck kind of guy. He's always full of energy and has the most persistent attitude. The man wants what he wants and he'll get it by whatever means necessary Species: He is a Dragon Shifter. His dragon form is golden and he i

She was falling. Deeper and deeper until the only she could see was darkness. Her hands seemed to disappear, her legs proving useless. She was never going to reach the bottom because there wasn't one. It was gone, just like the rest of her. All she was and all she would ever be was the pair of eyes searching for something - some semblance of light to grasp. The thought of her being alone in a dark world forever falling to a nonexistent end was enough to make her want to cry. But she couldn't. There were no tears here. The thoughts she believed she was having weren't true. They couldn't be, all she could be were her eyes, forever looking at b

I hear the angel's thundrous cries Commanding you to stop. The largest of the troupe comes near And kneels before your face. Eye to eye Body so close. You ache to reach out and touch. But the angel shall not permit For you have done too much Worthy? No, not nearly there. further away than the Morning Star himself. Hurt and pain course through my veins The evil you have done. The angel's weep They cry, they glare Misfortune for you awaits.

Writing versus drawing, The thought can be daunting. Sometimes I wish that I could bring my words To life with color. My characters, The way they look. My settings, How they feel; I want to draw But then Maybe I could never write again. Creativity comes in ways Mysterious and worthy. And thought the thought is daunting Writing versus Drawing Should never be a war.

You are beautiful, my little pea. The way you blossom in the fall. I tried to follow you , my little pea. But I refused to follow my heart at all. My mind keeps trying to justify my actions and my ways. But beautiful pea, I could not find a reason that would grand me passage to your land. My pea, my queen, you are the very breath I breathe, I only want your happiness. I worship your heart, your life, your love, but only at the cost of my weakness. Life without you is dark and unfathomable and this is why I hold you close. I protect my sweetest of all the peas, my beautiful queen, the heir. I aim to please you at every turn, I am to make you m