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Xaious, Master of Time

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About Xaious, Master of Time

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    Oracle of the Order of the Murloc
  • Birthday 06/17/1985

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    Felinial Hippie
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  • Location
    South of north. Louisiana.
  • Interests
    Art, man, art.

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    Xaious; Nickoli
  • Race/Gender Details
    Xaious-Human, male, brown hair to midway down back, brown eyes, appears to be about 20, wears all black. Nickoli-More to be found out as I use him.
  • Bio
    Xaious-controller of time, age unknown, origins rumored about, history ties in with homelands legends very closely. Nickoli-You'll have to find out.
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    In any amount. The more and better, the better.
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  1. Second poem. Really wish I'd remembered to write this sooner... ( I feel it reeks of being worked on too late for its due date. Opinions?) ------------------------------------- Join me On a journey through the nightmarescapes of a daydream. From this seat within this room, to fly out in contempt of the laws of sanity, morality. Gravity. Physics. The sky bleeds red, a mighty furnace above the grass so green and lively -- fed and fattened on the corpses of our past. Corpses who once reached for the flames of Sol. The burning sky's oppressive clouds ooze black blood: nourishment for the trees who writhe in agony, tearing at one another and moaning the diseased heartwood within. On wings of pestilence and plague we shall fly. In search of that which soothes. We will never find. When the trees strike and through closed eyes you see: sinew and bone, they strike for thee. Muscles ripple and bark splinters as your innards they seek. Your wings they shall break. And down will you fall, striking sharply the charnel ground, and sinking within. Sinking. Sinking. Until Death takes us.
  2. And this is my first poem for the class: ------------------------------------------------- Rencontre or Inevitability Through setting sun and bloodstained sky we move among our dead. Slow, methodically with mournful eyes we ever bowed our heads. We buried them beneath the trees within the hills and plain. With love for them we bent our knees and for their souls we prayed. In the morning had they risen hungry from their beds. And by the noon they strove for us ‘till we smote them in their heads. One by one they drug us down slayed upon the lawn. And on our entrails feasted they through this bloodstained dawn. The suffered shambling figures blotting out the land. The inevitable doom will be handed by the damned. We moan our pain into the night seeking out salvation. Yet as we eat these final meals we guarantee damnation. The suffered shambling figures blotting out the land. The inevitable doom we’ll be as we are the damned. ---------------------------------------
  3. Ah ha ha, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave
  4. I check in every so often... I'd like to say that I've been busy, but honestly, I think someone shot my Muse, cause the inspiration to write and whatnot's been gone for a while v.v
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