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Chapter 7: "Pep Talks and The Undead King"
Franklin City, Cachou-- November 28, 2011-- 6:32 a.m.
Cotton stood outside the hotel that they were staying in, looking downtrodden. The Lopunny stared at the Blood Sundial on her finger. She could now see the future-- which was pretty damn cool on paper since she no longer ran the risk of wearing the same outfit as someone else. However, fashion was the least of Cotton's worries when she remembered the fact that she was a dead Lopunny in less than a month.
Cotton did not know what to do with herself. In fact, the only reason she hadn't been panicking was because of Floss.
"(I know it's shocking that you only have until the winter solstice to get that ring off,)" Floss had advised her. "(That's why you need to accept the fact that you need help. I know your relationship with the Devil's Cats are strained at best, but working alongs
The Lost SoldierThere's an angel crying next to meThe Lost Soldier1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think its crazy, but
She's weeping silently, while I drink my tea,
But her lips crack like those on porcelain
And no matter what I do:
Summer blues turn silver glass into rain.
Oh, lord! An angel is crying next to me
And my heart is broken, drowning in her pain.
I don't need no thrills,
No urban frills,
To feel her warmth decay.
Oh can you not see her breath chills?
Behind muslin eyes she hides
Whatever forges her diamanté tears
Like snowdrop dew of yesterday.
There's an angel sobbing beside me,
I think she's insane, but
She's dying inside again, while I drink my tea,
Like another drop of sugar, her spirit dissolves
And no matter what I know:
Winter moon burns the stars who revolve.
Oh, lord! An angel is sobbing beside me
And I don't know what to do, please help me!
She is puzzle, a riddle, I can't solve.
She does not want my pity,
My masque eccentricity,
To see her intelligence waver.
Oh can you not feel her skin frigidity?
In silken breast sh
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Chapter 1: The Lullaby
Sheldon had come early from working off of him. He entered the Aura Base, with a strong feeling of exhaustion. He went to his room and plopped on his bed. Shutting his eyes, he wished to be younger once again. He sighed as he drifted off to sleep.
He didn’t have any trouble worrying about his son or his baby daughter. He had his wife, friends, parents, and siblings to look after them, including some other friends and younger friends he saw as sons or daughters to him and even other family members.
It was Napoleon, Vincent, Rupert, and Ross from Elisa’s home, not too far away. She and his trainer, Caitlin, both lived next door to each other, so it wasn’t hard for the boys to bring the kids back home.
Sheldon suddenly awoke from a horrifying nightmare of his mother’s death. He took a few deep breathes to collect his thoughts, he rose out of his bed and hurried towards Jenna’s farm. He wanted to be sure his kids were alright. He
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Chapter 3 Go West, Young Lady
The next day, Caitlin and her brothers and sisters and other friends went over to Elisa’s ranch to help find the gang collect heart scales again. Caitlin looked with Vincent and Ross, the two did notice she was rather more silent than she normally was. They didn’t want to bother asking, they didn’t want to embarrass her nor make her upset. They just went on with their search for luvdiscs.
Caitlin did find a few, only to act like they were her friends or pets. She didn’t bother catching them and letting them out of the water. She wasn’t going to do that to a luvdisc if it didn’t have a heart scale. Most of the ones she found didn’t have any at all.
“I found one!” Vincent shouted with excitement as he held it in his paws victoriously.
Ross ran off, seeing a tidal wave heading towards Caitlin and Vincent.
Caitlin looked over at the wave. “Vincent! Look out!”
It was already too late. The
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Everyone started packing and muttered to one and other asking why they were going to unova and where it was and how they were going to travel and many other questions that hold an unknown answer.
Caitlin finished her packing and she was about to head out into the world once more. Her mother stopped her. “Sweetie wait.”
Caitlin spun around. “Mom, I have to go now, please. I know you want me to stay but daddy said--”
“It’s not that, sweetheart. You forgot something.” She pulled out a necklace from her robe pocket and put it around her daughter’s neck. “It’ll help you transform you into whatever you want to be digested as. It explains it all in the note I put in your bag, Caitlin.”
Caitlin smiled and nodded at her mother. “Thanks mom.” She hugged Lucaria tightly, not wanting to let go but time was ticking and there wasn’t any left to waste. She rushed out the door wai
Fury of the Stars EPILOGUE"So...Crain is dead, huh?" Carrie said as the spy delivered the news. "Hmph, he got a little too cocky."Fury of the Stars EPILOGUE2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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"At least Crain had taken down Marcel with him," another, Carrie's mate Wafai, added.
"True. That gets one obstacle out of the way." Carrie stood up. "Now, the only problem would be that shaman Blaze. It seems she's a bit too dangerous for one of us to attack. So...I guess I'll call for them then."
"You mean those wica lionesses? Are you sure, Carrie?"
"Of course. The wica are more powerful than shamans, especially the ones who use the darker powers of wica. I'm sure Heather would be more than happy to take out Gray's little apprentice."
"If you say so."
"We'll soon show them all that the royals don't deserve their positions. That their corrupted rule shall be brought down. And I'll make sure
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“Already on it! It’s in the basement!” She hollered out to her husband. “Now, Charlotte, back to the story.” She sat her daughter on her lap and continued on with her story. “The Pilgrims and Native Americans all joined in a big dinner and gave thanks for what they were grateful for. And that’s why every year we have a Thanksgiving dinner to give thanks for our friends, family and others that we’re thankful for to have in our lives today”
Charlotte cooed and clapped her paws. Luna giggled and kissed her daughter on her forehead. She placed her little Riolu in the playpen and headed off into the kitchen to help Sheldon with the Thanksgiving dinner.
Lucario Jr. just sat at his little desk and traced around his paw. Drawing out a turkey. Each knock at the door indicated his frien
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Out of these allied armies, there was one which we knew already, the Austrian army; but the other one, the Russian army, was entering the arena for the first time; it was the one we talked about all the time, and it seemed to be worth adopting new tactics. At Pistoja, on 2 June, we were handed a kind of ill-written booklet, which I could complete thanks to everything I heard; and these various indications concurred in presenting the Russian army as being quite fearsome, made up of tall and robust men whose discipline broke them into blind obedience. Before leading them to battle, their officers gave them liberal amounts of brandy, so that they attacked in a sort of frenzy and would allow themselves to be massacred rather than fall back. In order to demoralise them, we had to disable
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Toska: (noun) an aching feeling of longing, of loneliness, of melancholy... it is our "spiritual anguish, a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for..." Toska is our eternal ennui. A purely Russian feeling, for we have stayed too long under gray skies and drifting snows and it has snuggled its way into our hearts and cut the string that kept our souls tied down to earth.
The Tsars may have lived in St. Petersburg, but they built their churches in Moscow. City of glittering lights, of white stone, of shining gold cupolas, the grand glory of a blessed city. It is the heart of the Russian soul, steeped in Toska. It takes a particular kind of person to live there, for the average man will lose themselves among the endless parks and boulevards.
Moscow is a princess, a Tsarevna, weighed down by the curse of the bourgeoise. Clad in gold and jewels she shimmers and sparkles, her skirt sweeping up the dust and dirt and grime.
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