Packlands:
L'espèce d'hiver
Shimoyake
Kohlenburg
Convallis
Rocciosi
Plano de colores
The werewolves are unaware of their harmful effect on us. They have no idea what problems their technology is, how it spoils our meat and lightens our chase. In fact, they don't even know that we exist. It's getting painful, their ignorance, everyone is restless with hunger and are just waiting to run down the ravine and tell these creatures, in little words, how exactly they feel about this. But, it's not a smart idea.. we might end up like our prey, blind and dying. It's time to group together, form a plan...
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WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL HERE? GO FIND SOME PLACE BETTER TO GO TO!
I'm planning on making another rp site, but one of a different genre, and with different rules.
I've seriously... given up here. I don't know, I was working with two different people at my side in the beginning, and now I'm on my own to take care of all of this, all of you. I'm sorry I left without notice, something bad went on in my life that I really don't want to talk about.
However, I'm back to tell you that the Renaissance is up for grabs.
If any of you want to follow me into a future rp board, that's fine. PM me for the address and I'll send you it once I do create it. Otherwise, I'll be here to pick out those who have been spesifically loyal to this site, even while I have vanished, to take the reigns if they do desire it.
Conditions: Trees drop their vestiges of snow onto startled animal's heads, but everyone is greatful for the warm up. Old grazing paths are found again, and prey intake is almost back to normal, despite the circumstances. Nothing is green yet, but for once the sun is flashing it's rays down onto frostbitten faces, grins shared by everyone. Something's starting to look up..
A Christmas Poem « Result #1 on Mar 13, 2009, 2:33am »
Silent night Holy night Snowfall on this Christmas sight Love all around As we sing our Christmas cheer Sit around the tree Hands held high As the wind whispers a gentle Christmas sigh Gentle twinkling scattered about it¡¯s branches Snow gently falls We lift our faces to the sky Faces shine in a rosy glow Around and around we go Spinning twirling swirling in the snow The world is at peace tonight As love glows in a romantic¡¯s eye Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light Forget all the world Be at peace tonight Let the warmth of the time fill you Snow fall covers all Have a happy Christmas all
It was my first day as newcomer to Miss Hargrove¡¯s seventh grade. Past ¡°newcomer¡± experiences had been difficult, so I was very anxious to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and took my seat, expecting to be shunned.
Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. Their chatter was friendly, so I began to relax.wow power leveling My new classmates filled me in on the school, the teachers and the other kids. It wasn¡¯t long before the class nerd was pointed out to me: Mary Lou English. Actually she called herself Mary Louise. A prim, prissy young girl with a stern visage and old-fashioned clothes, she wasn¡¯t ugly -- not even funny looking. I thought she was quite pretty,wow gold but I had sense enough not to say so. Dark-eyed and olive-skinned, she had long, silky black hair, but -- she had pipe curls! Practical shoes, long wool skirt and a starched, frilly blouse completed the image of a complete dork. The girls¡¯ whispers and giggles got louder and louder. Mary Lou made eye contact with no one as she strode past our table, chin held high with iron determination. She ate alone.
After school, the girls invited me to join them in front of the school.wow power leveling I was thrilled to be a member of the club, however tentative. We waited. For what, I didn¡¯t yet know. Oh, how I wish I had gone home, but I had a lesson to learn.
Arms wrapped around her backpack, Mary Lou came down the school steps. The taunting began - rude, biting comments and jeering from the girls. I paused, then joined right in. My momentum began to pick up as I approached her. Nasty, mean remarks fell unabated from my lips. No one could tell I¡¯d never done this before. The other girls stepped back and became my cheerleaders. Emboldened, I yanked the strap of her backpack and then pushed her. The strap broke, Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing and patting me. I fit in. I was a leader.
I was not proud. Something inside me hurt.wow power leveling If you¡¯ve ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt.
Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and -- without a tear shed or retort given -- off she went. She held her head high as a small trickle of blood ran down from her bruised knee. I watched her limp away down the street.
I turned to leave with my laughing friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. His olive skin, dark hair and handsome features told me this was her father.wow gold Respectful of Mary Lou¡¯s proud spirit, he remained still and watched the lonely girl walk toward him. Only his eyes -- shining with both grief and pride -- followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that spoke to my shame and scalded my heart. He didn¡¯t speak a word.
No scolding from a teacher or preaching from a parent could linger as much as that hurt in my heart from the day a father&rsqu
o;s eyes taught me kindness and strength and dignity.wow gold I never again joined the cruel herds. I never again hurt someone for my own gain.
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