Book One of Rabbits Part 5 of 29, SUBSERVIENCE

Sena is the reason why carr acquired piercings. sena is the reason why anyone in the den gets a piercing. she is the queen of dyed hair and punking out. her ears hold enough metal on them that they seldom raise from her nape.

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Four Companions

**the hawk** a patient hunter, spread wings soaring high above, deadly piercing call. **the snake** a silent prowler, tasting scent upon the air, sun's warmth made movement.

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An Epitaph for Urgan Nagru

An epitaph for urgan nagru by foxpiper here lies the body of urgan nagru, who wore the hide of a wolf he never slew; during a violent brawl, the wolf's fangs pierced his skull; ending a fight the fox would forever rue.

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Transforming

#2 of poetry and scribblings the tendrils creep further, piercing my skin, entering my tissues, i can hiss, scream, claw at it, swear, once again, the nanite alloy, has spread further, once more the hollow feeling, has transformed me further,

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Snow

Lamplight like a veil to cover my nightmares a blanket on the world that brings peace to my restless mind that brings quiet to my tortured heart for i am alone in darkness lost in the woods so small in this world cloaked in snow yet a lamp pierces

Two(Working title)

His cheeks were smooth and narrow, as though his body had been engineered rather than born: efficient and clean, piercing and poised... .

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The Vanquisher

He could make out every detail - her auburn fur and raven hair, the onyx earrings that pierced her ears and the ring in her lower lip, and her eyes - eyes that reminded him of the deepest, darkest parts of the sea.

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Chapter One

The whelps had scarcely taken their post before claw met throat, spear pierced chest, and ravening claws tasted lifeblood. the prison guards were the next to fall, as they were the last to remain outside.

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Zap

And what a furnace burns in yonder star, that its light pierces daylight's turns. and too late i find, that my insectile mind, has lead me to a clever trap, built by unknown hands.

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REGRET (poem)

Tucked away benth the shallows nothing else in this world matters to me at all, i think about him everyday on a silver cloud he lay high up in the sky piercing through my demon eye i don't know what is to be rage as thick as knives you see over, under gone

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