Love at blades edge Pt2 – Death of a master
He had forsaken his masters, if that was not punishable enough on it's own, he had abandoned them for one of the rival house. nothing but his death would absolve his house of this stain and hyo knew it.
Dark Ceremony
Team forsaken memories name: drake vanderbilt species: ninetales moves: fireblast howl iron tail flamethrower abilities: fire flash accessaries: none for now affiliation: scoundrels the dark ceremony the sounds of drums and
Trouble
"ahhh . . ." he said as the warm water washed over his tired body, "for a moment there, i thought i'd never find a moment of peace in this light-forsaken place."
Chapter 14
"i know plenty 'bout the 'vice, thanks," the girl growled back, "not like i had much else to do in that gods-forsaken cell."
Same Size Killer, Hatred
He needed to punish this macro scum for his wrteched god-forsaken crimes. he needed to watch him cry as he raped, tortured, and dismembered him. he wanted that bastard to suffer like the micros he was stomping and eating.
The Cliff.
A cherry tree, its beautiful blossoms having long since forsaken the tree, as it is autumn now, nearing winter time.
Gates of Osmium Iridium
A place long since forsaken by even the most remote of civilizations. where even the greatest of myths and legends do not dare to tread. a place of unparallelled magnificence forgotten and abandoned to those who think it only a myth.
My true feelings
Because no one listens anymore, going about there own bussiness to ignore you, learn the ways of the lone ones, in the pack never lost, only from the lips of the wind, the gods have forsaken us, we are the forgotten, only lost to the minds
Team forsaken memories’ October 2013 tasks
Drake was reading the mail as Lucy was not hungry as Anna did do some cooking but, there was no meat in it. It was only soy with artificial flavoring. Drake did not like the food at all. He had grown up with the real thing and wanted it. He got the...
Tales from a Forsaken Land - Part 3
#3 of tales from a forsaken land jonas reached out to alexos if begging him for help. he tried to speak, but he couldn't - the blade was lodged too deeply into his throat. he would never speak another word.
Tales from a Forsaken Land - Part 2
#2 of tales from a forsaken land as the rain fell from the sky drenching the dark streets of the city, a young fox could be seen sitting on curb with tears of pain running down the sides of his face.
Gortoz 'A Ran - ch 76- Never to be forsaken...
Because for a very short moment, i felt home, which never should be forsaken, even though it has so many bad memories...