| I wonder why this is so popular...lol |


CompanionlessBlood on the MoonCompanionless
This place was one of great light.
The stained glass windows cast eerie red shadows, dancing along the staircase. The sunlight cast through in slanted beams, setting the room ablaze in a colorful light. Arianna licked her chapped lips, still sore from the bitter salt of ocean water. Her red curls had gone limp and hung heavily around her face.
What will we do? Where do we turn now when the very gods are cast down as such? She looked up to the altar of the sun god in great hope. His exquisite marble form soaked red and orange in the light of the windows. But no matter
| *Sigh* Really wish I had more Necropolis chapters to put up...Maybe someday! |
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"If we don't fight for our freedom....who will?"
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Music makes us laugh
Music lets us cry
Music helps us dance
Music makes us feel alive
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Just wait one more second...One more second....
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Just wait one more second...One more second....
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Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative procosses,
and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind
and makes them spritually drunken...
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Just wait one more second...One more second....
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Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative procosses,
and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind
and makes them spritually drunken...
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Just wait one more second...One more second....
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