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Savage Dragon

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    nostalgic for a life i never had
  • Birthday 03/04/1988

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    white skin, brown hair, blue eyes... nothing special
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    i drift in and out of the pen from time to time
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  1. A little moodier than I had hoped for but that's what comes from 3 am postings
  2. My eyes aren't as blue as they used to be and I'm not any closer to fulfilling my prophecy The wolves around the wagon are swiftly closing in while I fumble with what's left of my ammunition I hope that my good deeds are remembered after I've died and that I'm buried with the secret that I've never really tried I stopped giving my word cause I felt so guilt ridden only to learn the most important promises are never written So I've closed the door, barred the gate, and hung up the phone cause I no longer need a crowd to feel all alone Another win for the devil in his fight against the light cause he'll have one less warrior to battle after tonight
  3. This seems like a good way to shake things up a bit in the Werewolf World, i'm all for it. The longer phases should help to bring back some of the longer conversations between killings that were more common in the earlier games, i hope. well count me in, once i figure out my own particular brand of madness to add to the story
  4. "...anyone?..." she hadn't really taken the feeling seriously at first. there had been a time where growing up must have been a strange and wonderful journey, but in this world where magazines told you what to wear and television told you what to buy and even the movies told you how to love, the surprise had faded and every girl and boy knew how they were supposed to grow up and what they were to feel. so the emotion hadn't been very surprising and when she stepped out of herself for moment and saw it, she recognized it as typical teen angst that went in conjunction with her hormonal growth. she told herself that it wasn't real and it would just fade with time. but it didn't, instead it grew stronger. though she continued to ignore it, it became oppressive. she felt it in the classroom, she felt it with her friends, and she felt it at home. she felt it most at home. and it wasn't the sinister black force like the world had told her to expect. it was worse. it was the dull gray of indifference. they just didn't care. she felt oppressed by their constant apathy. all around her she saw beauty. there was beauty in the sky and beauty in the trees. the flowers, the birds, even the insects buzzing sang to her every moment of every day. when she stopped and just looked around her, she saw it everywhere as though it flowed from her hands for her to paint the world with. but she was the only one who seemed to see it, their eyes were glazed over and they only stared straight forward as they moved further down the line, muttering. she loved to learn and yet despised school, knowing too well the mockery it made of education. none of them seemed to understand her desire not to be streamlined with the rest of them. she wanted to be different, not act different, not look different... she wanted to be. today's argument was no different from the previous. the trivial center of the argument was new, but the underlying conflict was always the same. her parents wanted a safe and secure future for her. she wanted an exciting one. she had tried explaining and she had tried screaming and she had tried being insulting, but today she just went outside. she walked briskly, clinging to the thin jacket she had grabbed on her way out of the door. her stomach ached. her eyes stung from the cold. her heart beat unsteadily, weary from the burden it was never designed to carry. she only watched her feet as they stumbled along the side of the road. when she came to the corner, she leaned against a fence that stood there and cursed, just once. she looked up, ready to unleash again, but was startled instead. hovering just a few stories in the air was a light and though it was the brightest she could remember ever seeing, she didn't flinch away. she almost fell forward in her desperate need to follow this light, hoping desperately it might hold... some clue, some answer, just something. the light lifted over the center of a small park in the center of the city, full of moving people who viewed the park only as a means to get from one side to the other. at first she thought she might be the only one who saw it, no one else was headed toward the light, but as she stood there she noticed how, just a few, paused and tilted their head to stare quizzically before returning to their previous path. slowly the light faded and as it did, it lowered to the grass of the park below and there stood a boy. he looked about eight. everything about the boy said average. average hair, average weight, average clothes, average height. and blue eyes, very blue eyes. smiling, he looked around, taking in his surroundings and unmindful of the fact that no one paid any more attention to him. and then he spoke and this time they all stopped and turned their heads as his voice reached out to them, clearly and strongly so that they all heard despite his small stature. "I'm here to share." silence. "I'm here to share with you everything," he said. he went on to describe the path away from darkness that the world as a whole had turned to. he shared the answer to the end of poverty, hunger, disease, even the end of unhappiness. he explained how easily the planet could be restored to its original beauty and strength and how mankind could live along side it's wonders. he didn't promise an easy way out, far from it, the changes to be made would be difficult and long but the end result would bring life and color to all nations and their children. he looked so proud of himself when he'd finished, she could hardly breathe in the silence that followed. and then together, as though in a choreographed dance, they all turned and walked on in silence again. as one collective body they gave their answer. it was worse than if they had taken the time to simply say no. the crush on the boy's face was complete. his eyes fell to stare at his feet and he looked ready to cry. his voice cracking, he whispered "doesn't anyone want to share?" "...anyone?..." slowly, she raised her hand
  5. Count me in, access to to the internet comes a lot easier now that i have a computer at my job
  6. And now we begin the search for a new mod... anyone man enough out there? (or woman enough, or animal enough, or spirit enough, whatever)
  7. As Thomas walked by the string of lights called Rudydur, how it came to be known by that he had no idea, he noticed that yet again it had switched from its normal colorful array to a steady yellow blinking which bothered his tired eyes. He tried to just ignore it but it did annoy him, especially since he had taken special care to guard this area of the workshop after the commotion involving the set of lights and the postman. Still Thomas was used to prejudice against lumberjacks by now.
  8. Thomas patrolled the corridors of the North Pole, ax over his shoulder, keeping an eye out for mischief and doing his best to stay awake. Since the attack on Octopy, Mr. Claus had asked him to keep an eye out for trouble. Since he knew the big man was so busy and he didn't have much to take care of anyway, pretty much everyone already had their Christmas tree by this time of the year, he happily agreed. Last night he had stayed up the whole night, pacing the halls and ready for action, but nothing had happened. It wasn't particularly surprising maybe, a large burly man carrying a big ax had a way of of deterring evil doers, but it had been very boring and since he'd only managed a quick 2 hour nap today he was still exhausted. Still he was glad he had been able to prevent any more problems for Mr. Claus. His only worry was that with so little sleep he might not be as lucky tonight. (OOC: Vote for Mynx/ Daffyd cause wolves like to vote first)
  9. Thomas, the Christmas tree guy Thomas Pineneedles, late 30's, usually seen with a ruff beard and and red flannel jacket, has been in charge of Christmas tree deliveries for as long as anyone can remember. He oversees the cedar, fir, and pine tree fields littered about the North Pole that are shipped all over the world in celebration of the holiday and help to provide crucial cover for some of Santa's operations. Every year he chooses the large Christmas tree that adorns the main hall of Santa's workshop himself, insisting that he cut it down himself using the large red ax that he claims was hist first Christmas gift from Santa. This year it was a 40 foot Douglas fir, chosen from one of the secret fields that Thomas keeps the location of to himself. When asked by skeptics how his trees grow to be so large or even survive in the cold, arctic climate, Thomas will just mutter something about "Christmas magic" under his breathe
  10. i'm in... clever christmas character to come.... well hopefully clever
  11. I can't remember the last time I was in a game where the villagers were beaten so soundly... oh well, it was a fun chance to RP though. For a while there Tanny, you had the only female character of age... sure made for some interesting writing
  12. Alright so any takers on the next one? who wants to mod?
  13. Ah I knew it, i was having far too much fun for the game to last any longer so i was pretty much expecting it. In fact I prolly would have been upset had it gone any other way. I'm not sure how I could have continued on with Samuel if it had been Millie. So thank you wolves for choosing me. As always Tanny, It's been great playing with you and everyone else, can't wait for the next one
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