AWW - October 2015Who are Angels without Wings?
They are those fellow deviants:
who more or less regularly feature other deviants
who always willingly give tips, hints, helpful comments
who answer at least a fair amount of the comments they get
who give kind and or uplifting words where they see its needed
who feature and pimp projects and deviants who need support/help
[Bullet; Pink] who take the time to suggest DD's on a more or less regular basis [Bullet; Pink]
[Bullet; Pink] who take the time to suggest seniority every now and then [Bullet; Pink]
[Bullet; Pink] who give fair and helpful critiques (whether official or not) [Bullet; Pink]
[Bullet; Pink] or whatever else helpful, kind, supportive they might do [Bullet; Pink]
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My Heart Draws a Dream With Fragments of UsThe necklace chose her – bewitching angel
Of feathers and thorns living under a tree.
Like a broken vessel, this alien lady of fire
Summons the wrath of heaven from another dimension -
“You and I, we're outnumbered, sir.” - yet defiance remains.
Beads of winter glowing in a cold world, underwater,
Cool off my skin for this mystic, patient huntress.
Our destiny lies above us, with faraway lights stretching time,
Where “never” means “forever” when you unchain my mind.
A whirlpool of thoughts, strange and unusual...
Lines in the sand on a mysterious night - haunted, love-sick parade.
“Drag me into darkness. Nothing really matters, my wild flower.”
For I'm still alive when you look at me, dark angel -
Howling, going under... the enigma banished deep within
To the cold touch of sorrow.
Riding the fury, you shine like the sun – a beautiful trap.
You make me melt like a feast of dust at sunset,
Where condemned light falls as ni
The Charred JungleHe went to sleep a man and awoke a jaguar. The feline form felt like coming home, and as soon as his eyes opened he could see that he was indeed back where he belonged. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, splashing across his mottled coat in warm patches. He took in a breath of humid air, held it, savored it.
Nothing here but the buzz of insects and the call of monkeys. The time of searching had come. He swished his long tail back and forth behind him as he padded across the damp soil, reassured by its presence that he had entered that state of twilight reality where answers could be found.
His pink nose twitched, drawing in the jungle's rich scents. Under the earthy smell of decaying leaves was another, a distress call sent up by nature which he must answer. He followed it until he found the clearing.
It was a lifeless place, black and smoky but no longer dangerous after the passing of the fire. The game trail he trod opened into it accompanied by a pair of decoratio