Muse
NobleMy muse has finally returned after four very long years. I am still a little rusty, although I am hoping to fix that with plenty of practice!
We'll see how it goes.
The stablesThe gentle scent of horse hair and hay filled the small stable stall where Flame had now been housed. Although small and still damaged from the terrible war that had plagued the land, the small wooden building was almost homely ; A deep coloured birchwood supported the evenly cut and shaped planks that lined the ceiling and stucture of the stables. All throughout, the unmistakable smell of habitation and hay teased the nostrils of those tending the horses. It had once been filled with many different breeds of horses and been traversed by many different riders.The stables
Now though, only a single stall remained in use by a plump brown-hair
The Call.The CallThe Call.
Carefully he shielded his side from all prying eyes as he rested in the saddle for but the few moments they had before all hell was going to break loose, He had been three days in recovering from the blood loss alone before he was battle ready once again and even still it was still a close call in terms of battle fitness, the wounds to his side had been far from tended to and still bled freely of their own accord when they wished but he had little choice all the same, he came to fight and fight he would even if it should cost his life.
He looked to his sword in hand in a thoughtful gaze, even if he had been
Into the Lions denThe forest, Majestic in simplicity and peacefulness was a haven for all that respected nature and her ways, endless great oaks as far as the eye could see, proud in their everlasting stance and forever set on their guard against the foes of nature, there were some that swore the trees even moved though far too slow for moral eyes to comprehend, Each leaf that had ever been shed from the wonderous spires of wood had been a symbol of death and rebirth; Nature continuing to thrive when all seemed lost among the race of men, a time when war and death were commonplace, when disease was rife and when men were all but savages seeking the next womanInto the Lions den
me to your
Greetz,
Tjeerd
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There are 10 kinds of people: those who can count binary and those who can't.
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Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin command here!! ~ Jayne, firefly episode 2
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There are 10 kinds of people: those who can count binary and those who can't.
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"Art is art, it is perception, vision and passion; it is the unfettered expression of our souls. And it is all beautiful, each in its own way. We should never forget that." ~ Me
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Do you know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with until you understand who's in ruttin command here!! ~ Jayne, firefly episode 2
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"Art is art, it is perception, vision and passion; it is the unfettered expression of our souls. And it is all beautiful, each in its own way. We should never forget that." ~ Me
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