In any event. Two things up so far. I have a couple of other things I want to post as well. Look for those to come.


Irish SongbirdSilent bird . . . Gilded cage . . . Scared to voice . . . Irish Songbird
A hand reaches forward, clicking the radio off, silencing the feminine voice coming through the radio. That delicately boned hand lifts again, pushing back the soft, red-gold curls framing her face and spilling down her back. She gets to her feet and moves across the room to look down at the city sprawled out before her. The dark blue of her eyes matched the dusk falling across the sky. Cleveland. It was different from her homeland. But she hoped it would be as good to her. Her lips curve lightly as she thinks back. Born at the witch


The Cycle of Life"Stop it!" She screams at him, placing her hands over her ears much like a child might. She turns away from him in the same moment, her body shaking. She wants to hear none of this. It hurt. All of it hurt. She didn't want to hear it. She did not. She lets out a cry of near agony as he stalks around her and pulls her hands away from her head, yanking them down to her sides. She looks up at him, her body shuddering with pain - pain inflicted by the one standing before her. So tall, so adorable. Hair as dark as sin, eyes barely any lighter than the hair that was ruffled by the wind. She loves him, she knows that she does. She had thought he lovThe Cycle of Life
If I have to tell you who I am Sis, you are going to be disowned.
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Forsaken Angel
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*Pounces!*
How are you?
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A Girl Can Dream
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I came
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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
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'I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes of Virtue slipping into bondage masks...'
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