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Character background "I suppose to put with quill, as a means, if any to record what occured, both of fact, and what fallacy memory brings with it in the act of looking back. I sit, and try to compose mind and hand, for what the ink holds is a hands weight, heavy. I, I shall begin first in the act. It's not been long really, maybe a decade, or a few years more. A kid, in the sense of the word, young, naieve, unprepared for what suspicions abounded of magics heritage. And what price i paid to live that day. It's funny, that those details always seem to bother more than day in hindsight, grown accustomed to what my pact entailed. I wish, I do wish, I could claim itCharacter background by ~DrunkenDragonDirge
A gift to a friend I have walked along this path a while,A gift to a friend by ~DrunkenDragonDirge
And found all too few I might call...
A friend amongst the distant seas,
And one that I might reciprocate
All my words and all this bluster.
Lead me to a lacking muster.
A fear that now hobbles me down.
Choices of what to write.
Second guessing and this strife,
I have to look in and sing..
This refrain.....
You have done.. A path you take..
Look up high.. The wake you make..
Let the words bring joy this day!
In the morning of my musing sights,
And the path diverging now.
So let free your worried bedraggled mind,
And let your muse begin to climb..
Harken! The world be at your footsteps.
A walk among shadow The sounds begin as always, with the simple steps as it has been, of boot to gravel beaten. The passing of the night, and my path taken, to walk down, and find an answer I sought, of a day now faded into but a history of myth. The lights arrive, and so as they did, fade just the same in the destination, all but hazy to sight weighted. A turn of note, to see the welcoming of a master long absent, but still to walk on.A walk among shadow by ~DrunkenDragonDirge
Down yet further I go, to be of such a turn yet again, of a moment, regretted of compassion's act, and to find that I only feel the cold bite of winters chill upon my face, a simple askance of the old man, and one I am not rea
A question of existentialism I think, to first begin at the start, I had no real idea, you seemed, unbound, protean, primordial in your chaos and your nature that never quite met at the full circle. I don't think I had a good image then, even now, I think, I still don't, not really. You have this, spark, of something, unique in that it defies reason, rhyme, and function. a fifth corner on a square, if you will. A, I do no see you as anything physical of the world, in such a sense, as no denying your existence, but you have struck me more as something apart, yet grounded by the realities laws, only because you have not managed to free oneself from these. I would not useA question of existentialism by ~DrunkenDragonDirge
Isolated 
Sta.sh
