My Jesse (lil mama's boy- though he's pretty fond of his Nana too)is still hanging around- he has no taste for weapons- he just wants someone to hold him and scratch his fuzzy lil ears and tell him he's a good boy.
Later peoples.
- SIB


Memories by SolopatearMemories- memories of an age past Memories of a land once green and peaceful torn by warMemories by Solopatear
Memories of a father who took up his sword against his own son when he could not be swayed
Memories of a voice wailing in agony as a dear friend slowly faded
Memories of cold steel between my ribs- of tears not for myself, but for the magnificent creature that shared my life-force
Memories of the first time I experienced death


My Shadow Phoenix by JinxShe is a Shadow Phoenix.My Shadow Phoenix by Jinx
She has a fiery temper, but one of the most loving hearts I've ever encountered.
Like most birds, she can sing.
She's waiting- waiting for the chance to test her grey wings out in the world.
Her tears will heal nearly any injury- but getting them to flow is an injury unto itself.
She is my grey bird of happiness.
She is mother to two kittens and a puppy; they are incongruous to her race, but no less real.
No matter the fire, she rises from the ashes, triumphant.


Mr. Koichi by RyleeI like Mr. Koichi.Mr. Koichi by Rylee
He's very nice, and smiles at me.
He laughs a long time, like he should.
I'd marry Mr. Koichi if I could.
He makes me happy when I'm sad.
He never tells me I am bad.
But he has a husband and a family too.
This poor little pup doesn't know what to do.


My Happy Poem by JesseI like candy and my mommy and nana and big brown eyes like Kamui's. I like Billy my best friend, and his mom and dad and aunt and uncle and grandparents. I like warm blankies and mommy's wings when they don't hurt. I like the movie Ice Age and m n' m's at the movie theatre. I like being alive and seeing pretty things.My Happy Poem by Jesse


withdrawing realization.Withdrawing Realization. Nothing like loniliness to keep one company. Nothing like lies to delude ourselves from reality, Blocking out everything, livingwithdrawing realization.
Nothing but my own.
(I always was forgotten).
Memories of nothing, blindly living Warped sense of reality keeps the
Pieces of me together like that industrial glue That always breaks after a week or so. (Never should have let this begin). &


The Knife-First Movement The Knife (first movement). A friend to the end, She is someone who Is loyal to a fault Despite her nature and interests. But she would never say, Her actions betray her.The Knife-First Movement
Head-strong and Tempered,
By the experiences of her past, These are what helped her grow Changing and shaping her to be The person she is today. She truly is a deadly knife hidden.
Cocky a


The feather The feather. Silent and soft-spoken, He is always ready to help. Calm and Helpful, his advice is Always readily given to those who ask. A friend, true and wise.The feather
He is able to keep a cool head in
Most situations. Rational and devious He doesn't like to fight, unless given no choice. Defender of peace, and that of what he knows to be right &n
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And I meant 'you're welcome' *sighs* bad hands. And here I've always wanted to be a Bard.
Ha! I couldn't be a bard either! Lack of eloquence... -_-
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