Draco-Angelus

Night by night you toss and turn Dream by dream you wake and gasp But I know you are just waiting Waiting for me And the things only I can do I can take you from here to there Create dreams only for you And you alone I know your broken dreams And I can make them come true Oh yes, they’ll come true Close your eyes I’ll be here Waiting for your next gasp This will draw me near Even when you lie awake I’ll be here Because I know your broken dreams And I can make them come true Oh yes, I’ll make them come true

Eager smiles Bright eyes Yearning for learning Days go by They toil in excess No time for rest Can’t stop, won’t stop A lack of gratitude Heavy tears fall Blade cuts Pills drop Hanged noose Eager smiles Sunken eyes They smile no more

Where am I? I’m face down on the… ground? It’s cold and coarse. I can taste dirt and dried blood, I think? I open my eyes and it’s dark, few seconds pass and my eyes get used to the dark. A little bit too well. I can see in the dark. What happened? My head hurts. There are bodied around me, they’re all charred. But I don’t smell smoke. I finally stand up, my legs hurt. I’m inside a cave, there are dead bodies around me, I look down, a beard, a large black bushy beard, I guess I have a beard. I move my beard out of the way and I’m wearing rags, they’re singed. From a first glance I can tell that there are over 10 bodies on the floor. There are two items at my feet, a hat made out leather patches and a pristine handaxe, its handle has a basket hilt of all things. It’s a beautiful weapon and the cleanest thing I can see in this cave, but there’s something more, something glints to one end of the cave. I put on the hat, grab onto the axe, and walk to that glint. It’s still dark so I

It was a dark and stormy night… Well not really, but all sodding good stories should start like that. “It was a bright summer day”, doesn’t have the same impact does it? It was the day after the summer solstice, midday none the less. I was tasked to leave my usual cathedral protecting duties to go out and escort a priestess across some borders. I took with me a brand new bastard sword I had acquired from a shady weapon peddler, the buggering ruffian had told me the sword was magical, just not what magic it actually had. That was folly on my behalf to be honest, I should have known better than to take it with me without discovering its potential. So we were ambushed by minions of the Lich King, not a bother really, I’ve fought off these dregs before, the young priestess however had not. In my combat stupor I completely neglected the poor lass, as she fell I ran to her side, hopefully something could be salvaged. But no, nothing could have been salvaged, in fact, I let my guard down

Somewhere in the Lacuna, Gulgan (of the bee-like Bulbany race) is working alongside Daggeron (the human also known as the super hero Solaris) of Taskforce Egerion. They walked into a circular room; it’s filled with strange knickknacks from different planets, burnt knickknacks from different planets. A fight had happened here a few days ago, OSCA agents Seila Nuunai and Alula Plumeria had apprehended the Xorian, Magaki, the leader of the intergalactic crime syndicate BEAST. “You guys sure did a number on the Dragon! Good thing you have me to help clean up!” Daggeron said gleefully, “Yeah, Alula’s pretty damn amazing, to think such a small body can contain so much destructive force.” Gulgan responded as he picked up the last of the garbage bags. “It’s not fair though,” Daggeron sighed “you got a dearly beloved, even my BROTHER got a lady to call his own, and Seila is NOT bad on the eyes at all! But Solaris helped a lot during your adventures! Why couldn’t I… Er, cough, cough, HE end up

Voyage Lacuna - BEAST Saga - Prologue Un dia soleado y comodo en Arthuria Kiki, Rohana, y Madalena pasean por las tiendas cuando ven a un hombre vestido de pirata con el pelo esmerusado marron y con un parcho en su ojo derecho corriendo. El hombre esta cargando un saco lleno de magistones y dos guerreros vestidos de negro sin emblema alguno corren detrás de el. El pirata corre y tropieza con las exprofetas. “Que me ahogue Lacuna! Muevanse del medio malditas pueblerinas!” En ese momento los guerreros de negro se acercan y sacan unas sogas de energía. “¡Te tenemos ya Albator, si te hubieses ido con un solo magistone posiblemente no te hubiésemos alcanzado! Pero tu codicia es demasiada. ¡Conoces las reglas, los magistones son de quedarse en Chrysalis, no sabemos que pasarías si los sacas de aquí! Regresa en silencio y tu sentencia seria suavizada.” “Esa no es mi vida Hoyos Negros, donde quedaría la aventura si gente como yo no moviéramos las fichas y cobráramos algo por el lado? ¡Además,

A bright sunlit day in Waterdeep, Agnes, Minerva, and Bellinda, three lifelong friends in their golden years sit around their favorite table, in their favorite part of town. Here they meet every day to share the daily gossip, today however, a warrior clad in a breastplate, wearing a red hood, and sporting two longswords by his sides catch their attention once more. “Oh there he is! Handsome like always!” said Minerva as she took a sip of her coffee, “I wonder what he’s up to today, probably conquering hearts, as a nice young man like him should!” “He’s probably going to the conclave! He’s always buzzing around with his linens, silks, and cottons. Poor boy probably hasn’t relieved himself of that slave mentality.” Said Agnes with a serious tone. “Tell me the story of Reshy again! I do love the story of Reshy!” said an exited Minerva. “Again? You always want to hear it whenever we see him!” Agnes retorted with a stern look. “I’d be pleased with just seeing him naked… Just the once…”

You and me Adam and Eve Two souls No bodies Dark so dark Yet dry as fuck Jumping thoughts Time travel is fun We are love Finally become one