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Out of the endless depths and furthest black reaches of the void, something gathers itself to speak to him, intangible beyond all measure.

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Feline Seduction

Tonight, following the white fur you wear and he will fear nothing how can he when you are near him come, take him away to heaven in your embrace come, let lust and allure allow us to dine, allow us to taste the most sacred places and explore the deepest depths

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Ragnarok - XXIV

No earth beneath was to be glimpsed even from eagle's wings, only eternal depths of weightless sky. the air was cold, and smelt of frozen dew. the cloud leviathans were edged with gold. all was stillness, and changeless light, and peace.

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Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf, Chapter Forty Eight

The big black splat rippled, and hendricks' face emerged from it like he was rising from the depths of a dark, bottomless well.

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This Old Tree

Days passed before i realised just how well a climber i was one paw at a time, i crept into its depths. perched high from above, i felt as though i had conquered gravity itself even as i fell to the earth.

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Fear

You have depth. feel the fear. feel the pain. feel the terror. feel the anxiety. there is no reason to waver, there is no reason to explain, there is no reason to roar, there is no reason to disagree.

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The End

Breaking down infinity through the prism of art and depth of mind; you'll see more, all the fake endings. this is a story about you, me, everything and nothing. - the end - \* cause i love to write endings, i start at the end.

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Siren Song

Breaking khelyth's attention away from the song of the depths. "there are songs not even sirens go looking for. come now, let's get you back to shore."

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Darkness before me

Before me see a well cold and solid i try to escape it but still it beckons before it i stand prostrate and rejected but in its col dark depths i see my life reflected no mortal sin could bear the pain of events in my life dejected again and again

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Poem: For My Mom

Should i weep for silence loudly, should i cry for hopeless depths, should i die on worlds so lonely, that i choke on my last breath.

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Refract-urged...

Feeding burning fears like coal the mirror shows something running back & forth, getting louder in its insanity it laughs in whispers, eyes racing, trying to find more humanity delve into the pillow so low, the bottom rises as you fall out of the depths

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A few random updates!

I have a few different changes already in mind, but i welcome any suggestions for ways to add a bit more depth to his character. in fact i welcome any advice for ways to improve my stories and will take all of them into consideration.

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