Post by Alassë Authiel Manwamahtariel on Aug 4, 2010 22:41:49 GMT 2
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[/font][/size][/color][/b]the countdown begins to destroy ourselves
WHO'S GOING TO FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT?
[/font]WHO'S GOING TO FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT?
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[/font][/size][/color][/b][/size]The forest whispered silently, and the voices of nature echoed in Alassë’s mind. The very young elf took a deep breath of the refreshing, familiar clean air. The icy coolness and invigorating purity had long since become mundane. Sadron’s hooves thudded softly against the soft forest undergrowth. The grey horse tossed his head, free of any man made controlling devices, and let out a soft whinny. Allie ignore the beast, and kept her eye on the narrowing path before her. A soft anxiety rose and fell, as they moved toward Stalaga. The elf stopped the horse without so much as a blink. She would and could return home later. A small sigh touched her lips as she looked around her. They were just outside Stalaga, the famed elven city.
She unslung the bow from her back and picked out a lesser quality arrow. She did not believe in wasting good arrows on trivial actions. Her deft hands gently notched the arrow and she looked around for a target. A large tree bordered the edge of the clearing the elf had wandered into. With all the anger and furious accuracy she could muster, she let the arrow fly. The thud as it hot the wood soothed her anger a little. Taking a deep, soothing breath, she picked an arrow at random, notched it swiftly at let it fly. The arrow glanced off the arrow that was already in place, cracking in, and disappeared into the woods. A small sigh of irritation followed. Her father had visited her again last night. The fury bubbled in cold intensity within the pit of her stomach. It was not her fault that her mother had been in love with someone else at the time.
Most of her family agreed that the fiery intensity of the young Allie would dull in time, like it had for them. Allie shook her head. Those elves surely could not even remember how good it felt to believe in something with a passionate strength. Instead, they wasted their lives away and grew more placid by each brief year. The world no longer seemed to excite them as it did Allie. The young elf would often spend hours exploring the forest and the mountain foothills. Allie slipped down from the horse, which then wandered off, head down, searching for decent grass.
Her feet lightly touched the ground as she moved to find her lost arrow. The soft white fabric of her dress trailed playfully behind her. Allie looked up as the sun darted through the tree’s branches and the rays gently played in her silver hair. The wind gently played in the grass, remaining unbothered by the elf’s tenuous mood. She retched the wounded tree and began to search for her arrow.
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[/font][/size][/color]a hero's not afraid to give his life
A HERO'S GOING TO SAVE ME JUST IN TIME?
[/font]A HERO'S GOING TO SAVE ME JUST IN TIME?
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[/font][/size][/color][/b]alomir:TAGGED:
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not all that great. still getting into her.:MUSE:
hero by skillet !?:LYRICS:
earl of HORROR SHOW! :CREDITS: