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Lost KitesLove was paper kisses;
Beneath lyrical oaks
We cut the strings
On cellophane kites.
ConfessionIt's my indiscretion…
Blooming clinical depression
On an empty concession.
Don't mind my digression…
As I study my transgression,
Led to a misimpression.
Despite my aggression…
You have made quite an impression
To engage a closed session.
I have a confession…
I'm consumed by your obsession;
I yearn for your possession.
A Rescue of Sorts - Part OneThe sun was a haloed orb of warmth and light floating above the treetops. The grass and leaves giggled with each tickling tease of puffy breeze that caressed them. Flowers bowed their colorful heads with flirtatious winks of pinks, blues, yellows, and purples. The occasional sultry red made a daring appearance as well, just to lend the floral palette a little upscale classiness. Nearby, the lazy burbling water of the small tributary separating the Jade Forest from the Valley of the Four Winds could be heard adding its commentary to the local conversation. Here, the earth swelled with breath and sang and danced and drank and feasted and grew. It was drunk upon raindrops and golden rays and sharing its mirth with all who would listen. The valley was alive and thriving and both flora and fauna were taking advantage of the perfect weather to stretch their limbs or petals or trunks and carouse with their neighbors.
Runeclaw was also stretched out, upon her back with all four paws splayed ou
FinThere were flowers in our hair
As we skipped 'cross cobbled stones
Painted rust in fading summer's light.
To capture our hearts' intent
We knew no clear weather fair,
Trickling red moon in the gloam.
Our battered lives were spent.
The Tale of Lomani'takaRuneclaw accompanies her story with a simple sign language common to the Shu'halo while relating oral traditions.
Many of you may be familiar with the great kodos Arra'chea who roams Mulgore and Lakota'mani who keeps watch over The Barrens. This is the story of another kodo, Lomani'taka, or Silverhorn.
Lomani'taka aspired to be the strongest, largest, and most beautiful kodo that wandered the plains. As a calf he would boast of how silky his furry hide was in comparison the coarseness of his brethren. Every night he would make the long, arduous climb to the highest peak and bathe in Mu'sha's light.
Her pale beams would sparkle on the tips of his fur like winking stars, and in time, his horn took on a silvery hue that spoke of her gift. "See how the Moon loves me?" he taunted the other young bulls, and they would snort and wander away.
All the most tender grasses and flowers he hoarded for himself, chasing off even the small rabbit and threatening others of his herd if they dared
A Rescue of Sorts - Part TwoRuneclaw sat next to the campfire as her tail swished in anticipation behind her. Staccato popping came from a covered iron pot hanging over the embers as the hunter gave the pot a little jostle now and then.
"Almost ready," he grinned as the popping noise slowed and then came to a stop. He pulled the lid off the pot with a flourish to reveal the fluffy white kernels overflowing within. "Tada! Now just hold on a minute!" he playfully admonished while shoving her muzzle out of the way. "I need to put the butter and salt on first, you know that."
Runeclaw chuffed and sat down on her haunches with affected patience while he doctored their snack into euphoric states of deliciousness. Her nose twitched as the enticing smell reached it, and the tuft of her tail stirred the grass restlessly. Finally, he pitched a piece of popcorn at her and she nabbed it out of the air with a crunch. The hunter's rumbling chuckle caused her mouth to drop open and tongue to loll out in what passed for a grin o
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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