I track Lord Karth to the Silent Forest, where he plans to perform the Sethi Ritual. If I can kill him first, I’ll send his soul to Shul.

Before I reach Karth’s entourage, though, the captain of the Red Guard steps out of the trees, dressed in his traditional war armor.

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“It's
“To sacrifice a virgin girl every full red moon? No."
“But the bloodmoon rises only once every year—"
“I'm is that supposed to make me feel better? But...I may consider it if you volunteer your daughter, counselor.”

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I
The drums of beat a heavy beat
The sky turns black, the earth beneath
The nations clash, their clash a roar
To stand and watch, nothing more

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I've an infinite love for the emerald disco in your auroral eyes. They freckle the coffee that steals unanchored rapture from stirrings beyond senses' lines. My soul grows here where breath is always renewed. Its marrow thumbs the knowledge wrapped argent in you.

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"Cut" the director called. "We have to the scene. A bloody flew in front of the camera again"
They'd been at this all night, wasting precious production dollars
sighed
It had taken ages to train the dove.
Worth it

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I am sin’s reflection
the emptiness of nothing
the call no one hears
I am the error of salvation

How can I be
such darkness so keen
useless to everyone
but coveted by the sea

Time will never tell
why autumn never comes
wings of blacken
& I am alone in my hell

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You read me well when the air travels misty like flesh unsettled in winter. It breathes in an ideal, slow wickedness that obscures our moonlit due, reality a gossamer bang when seemingly dark ever afters go into mornings crisp as our uncommonly few.

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spells
burned holes in hearts
starved of light
‘til she cracked open the maw
that spewed evil
and consumed it all
near death for days
with wretched sickness
she still cauterized the accursed
with her goodness
so beyond the reach of darkness
life remained

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lost in this eternal dream,
silent pinks

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I am torn apart,
Scattered
On bitter winds of empathy ,
Lost inside a cyclone
Of twisted emotion,
Understanding nothing
And yet~
Above me,
The midnight reflections,
How they sing,
How they dance,
Lighting the sky with such colours,
~
Are they me?
Am i made of stars..

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If only I could put my palm into yours for one single sunset when the autumn's fingers smell corn silk,
& the eyelids of the sea cast spells on the cheeks of the
When silences are white humongous winter breasts & blue roots cover the trail to the hills.


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Ukranian horses, sunflowers, and star light
The tractors, the city, and river at night
Traditions
Revisions
The heroes' love of home is the enemy's blight

star

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living,
loving,
laughing,
no need for
photographing
because inner
beauty
has
always
been there

LSVJ

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The sun shone bright
As we walked hand in hand
The birds sang sweetly
A gentle breeze at our feet
We spoke of our dreams
Our hopes and our fears
The day passed us by
As we laughed and danced
A sweet and perfect day
With a loved one by my side

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[2023.01.17]
HBD Kayochin!!!
ライフル: VSS "Vintorez"
ハンドガン: USP45 Tactical

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held back her light, disappointed in their lack of love for one another. They scurried about, fear permeating the air. Finally they pulled together, lending a helping hand and she unfurled her cloak of brightness for the world. pic by Fantasy-fairy-angel

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Blood of generations
inks her face
Her flesh the parchment
of angels
She, Draxi Vedma
mourns her race

In the red forest
the emerald rune
Hexes fall like
the honor of virgins
Shadow of the
beneath the hunter’s moon

🎨 Seiryu

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It matters not if life throws curve balls, I shall never say never, shall never give up the ship, for our love is of paramount concern.
A look from thee is more than any you're truly in a of your own, without thee I'm lost at sea, I've nowhere to turn.

RS

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忘れられがちだけどKS23の開発元はVSSとかSR-2の開発社であるツニートチマッシなんですよね

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Hush over the ocean blue
Be still beneath the hanging moon
All hope for words will come soon
From the mouth of Calliope

Goddess of beauties voice
She is tender, the of dreams
As this muse should be, so it seems
Leave now her eloquence be

🎨 Meynier

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