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Across the StarsOne day Jake Sully was living peacefully on Pandora when he heard a noise in the bushes.
"What was that?" Jake asked.
"I don't know, I think you should go check it out," said Neytiri.
So Jake Sully took his spear and went to see what the noise was.
Suddenly, he saw a tall, grasshopper-looking creature standing in the clearing.
"Oh my God." said Jake Sulley.
The creature spoke in a strange tongue. "The humans took our ship," he said sadly. "and we waiting 20 long years to get it back. we barely managed to escape with our lives. me and my son were in the slum for so long, filthy, malnourished, and mistreated, and now..." the creature started sobbing. We buried his large, misshapen, exo-skeletoned head in his hands...claws...fingers...claw fingers.
It was then jaek selluy suddenly noticed how alike the creatures eyes were to his own. They were so different...he so blue...the other so prawn... yet they both had such large, expressive eyes...
and they were both tall enough to
LightLight pooled in the floes of her flesh
the warm tone of polluted amber
it ran down the window,
the stream broken in places by silhouettes
and other such distractions
it spilled, soundless
and flooded silken sheets
setting adrift the skin and breath and whispers of her
to steal away into the polluted dark
her sighs overflowed, sonorous
pouring into the amber and black
the constellations dotted along her
disrupted in places by the shadows of trees
and other such poetry
The Dark HealerClick. Scrap. Tap.
Click. Scrap. Tap.
Click. Scrap. Tap.
The sounds of Allarnna Coultrie's footsteps echoes through the dark corridor of the Undercity as the forsaken made her way towards what passed as the medical centre of the Undead. The forsaken woman walked slowly, her right foot scraping along the floor after each movement she makes with her dark wooden cane. The slow walking woman looked ahead with a small smile on her cold lips. Dressed in simple trousers and a long sleeved shirt, she looked more like she was on her way to a dinner than tending the wounded.
Allarnna was one of the undead who still cared about making an appearance. She kept her hair tied neatly behind her and dressed in formal and nice looking cloths, although she had taken to avoiding robes due to the messy areas she worked in. She did remain with the cold pale appearance that came with her undead state, but she made an effort to clean at least. Even if her senses had lessened, she still preferred natural scent
Flirting, Not Even OnceXenli straightened her top, running red fingers through her black ponytail to get a few kinks out. Looking over her appearance once more in the mirror, she turned to Vette and nodded towards the door. "Time to go."
They were on their way to meet Baras' officer, who would brief the apprentice on what she needed to do for her master on Balmorra. The pair had barely been there 24 standard hours and they already hated the place.
"Your master sends you to the best planets, doesn't he?" Vette commented dryly.
"He's knows what he's doing," Xenli returned curtly.
They entered the lieutenant's office and saw two men, one blond, one with black hair, both in their early thirties, engaged in a tense discussion.
"Sir," the blond man said nervously, "I apologize. I did my best."
"If that's the best you can do," the dark-haired man snarled, stepping closer to him with narrow eyes, "you're useless to me. I can shoot you dead with a clear conscience. Is that what you want?"
"Then focus, Jill
StrangerThey stood at the gates of the Sith Emperor’s throne room, wondering why he would gather such an unlikely party. There were six of them - Argia herself, her twin brother Teyro, three Sith Purebloods, and a large human keeping a bit of a distance from others. The Purebloods kept together: an elderly looking man with fluffy dark hair and sideburns and a weight of grief upon him, a tall and ferocious young woman with an outrageously red mohawk, looming protectively over a thin, gaunt man wrapped in several layers of fancy clothing.
Argia scanned them, remembering something about the Pureblood woman being called Bestia and reportedly stopping a whole slave uprising alone. The others she just looked over lazily, deciding to put learning about them for a more appropriate time.
Besides, her interest was drawn to the last, but definitely not least one - the only person that was remotely familiar to her in this gathering, aside from her twin.
Argia remembered conversing with this ma
Dreams are a gatewayAs all around you, thunder crashes,
and jagged flashes expose the rain,
the walls begin to shake and moan and
the dream comes again to haunt your brain.
All alone in bed, your restless head,
tossing like a ship on violent seas,
sprays salty teardrops across the sheets,
the growing stains naught but wordless pleas.
Terror rises from night-blackened depths,
by nature's fury, drawn forth to feed,
come to wrap you in its spectral limbs,
so from sanity you can be freed.
Now forlorn within your troubled mind,
and marooned upon a mountain high,
you are confronted by a nightmare.
God it looms in size! Such depthless eyes!
Your eardrums shake from a ceaseless howl,
which blows apart the concealing clouds,
and your trembling limbs freeze, numb with awe,
for, too quickly now, its shape unshrouds.
Many jagged lines of iron mist
frame a frame cast from hell incarnate,
with spears of flesh and strobing colors,
its merest sight leaves you insensate.
Mismatched eyes see through your stammered l
bare nakedin my rolling years,
i no longer react well
to the echoes of encumbering past.
i ask assistance
for certainly he has most of the answers
-even if he doesn't know it.
i ask her semblance
to right itself,
for her feathers are in the oil slick
-and those moments i see my grandmother in her.
i ask to not be lost
to myself and those
who bother themselves with me,
for i feel i am counterbalanced against sanity.
the product of genetics and plain old subteranian humanity,
this mongrel dog biting back on itself,
i stand before you only as i can,
a violently frightened yet wishfully giddy child
A Strange Letter Found
A much-folded and faded letter was found among the personal papers of Professor Howard Rice after his death in 1936. The contents, more than a little puzzling and troubling, are presented here unedited for your review.
June, 17th, 1908.
My Dear Friend Howard,
I am writing to you, from my room at the Kempler Arms, a run-down inn located in the God-forsaken port of Rockfish Harbor, North Carolina. I have just drank the contents of a bottle of brandy in the vain attempt to calm my nerves enough that I may commit the events of the last few days to paper before I collapse into much needed slumber.
I came here, as you may recall, to study the lasting enigma of the disappearance in 1587 of the English colony on Chapanoke Island. In my mind, it is a great mystery, more than worthy of ranking alongside the more commonly known tale of the Mary Celeste. As you may remember, she was an abandoned ship found off the coast of Portugal in 1872. None of the her crew or passengers were ever found
swallow the universedecay remembers you --
fever breath and ocean-eyed ghosts,
secrets that smoke with poison desire.
we wake only to drink, to devour
the naked voices of dismantled stars.
glass kisses turn into granite lips
and pillars of salt; a haunted embrace
melts into the cracks of the universe.
Monster Spices“Welcome to Creature Chow Down! Thank you for joining us today as we have a very special guest tonight who will be preparing some rare and expensive dishes for us to watch!” a woman dragon said, as she talked into a microphone. “She has traveled very far and is quite well known in her field as a chef!” the woman continued waving her clawed hand towards a tall ogre in a giant white apron and chef hat to match her intense height and size. She was twice the size of the dragoness host and pinched the microphone between her fingers in an attempt not to damage it when she spoke.
“I am quite honored to be on a show such as this, and I would very much to thank you and the viewers at home for voting for me to attend this episode.” the ogre girl said a little embarrassed from being a bit camera shy on a show that was watched my millions of viewers.
“Oh the pleasure is all here we cannot wait for you to show us what dishes you will prepare! And also we ha