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Hey thanks for the critique. Just a quick note here, he has that spear for a reason. Few others are going to be carrying around medival weapons and rather will ...

*its a first for me* A crude neon sign illuminated the bar’s given name, “the shadow’s sanctum.” It was a simple homely bar, where mostly simple men coming home from ...

Kyles grinned. "It is good to meet another one who has control over it." Senna looked at the frozen flame, studying it shockingly. "Is it...possible for others to have powers ...

He watched all the people warily. Everyone bustling left and right, running to classes, gossiping, the usual teenage life. However, Mike studied each person warily, trying to pick out the ...

8/10 SO TRUE

9/10 the saying and the picture... okay pretty awesome!

Song: made of glass by Trapt I don't know anything at all and I'm somebody else It could take years to find you, it could take years to find myself ...

Skillet. period.

*guys, I am not finding any opening for my character right now. I will watch for a little while longer, but if I can't get in somewhere, I am out ...

*why not...* name: Mike desard species at the moment: avian age: 17 grade: senior appearance: always wears simple jeans and a thick sweat shirt to cover his wings. broad shoulders, ...

Kyles bit his lip. He did know, but he didn't think that it would help any. They will find out sooner or later. Seline commented wisely. Seline seemed to always ...

Serric gave her a weak smile, and rubbed her shoulder softly. "I'm fine. I'm more worried about you than myself." He let out another shiver. Trying to warm himself, he ...

"There won't be any more for a while." Kyles stepped in the room, holding his shoulder as an excess amount of blood poured out of the stab wound in it. ...

"What are you talking about?"the punk cried pathetically. Kyles crushed his head even harder. "Think really carefully. You and your cronies beat up a helpless her and her deamon. Where ...

Kyles looked around the deserted part of the town, the dilapidated buildings loaming over them like sickly shadows. Very few people wandered the streets; deamons were even scarcer, either hidden ...