Tara

Nate, WHO IS THIS PAT BUCHANAN? (As was said before me)

Golden light whispered through crisp leaves and quietly baptised the ground beneath them Wind whispers, and they dance in morning dew Celebrating a life long past.

panes

last

post

ports

~*whispers out the corner of her mouth*~ Tae, look up. Scoot

roads

parade

hmmmm...a synonym to blood... viens?

see-through

Ruby

transparent

Energy

^^^ that one doesn't count, lol. :roll: :lol: Bill likes firearms but not guns