DragonsDragons.More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
Dry SeasonsMore Like This
A spiritual dry season is something I understand very loosely. People I am affiliated with have used this term to describe a hard period one goes through, where they feel that they are stuck, not receiving any new revelation, and in a stagnant relationship with God. Their circumstances are unchanging, and they are waiting for something to come that they thought would come long before, like long-wanted rain in the middle of a seemingly endless drought.
One friend of mine has questioned how Biblical this dry season idea is, as we are meant to walk in victory, claiming Gods promises and marching forward with confidence through our unpleasant situations. Its true, were not meant to be in a season of misery. But just because were in miserable circumstances doesnt mean we need to be miserable.
A man named Job has a book written after him in the Old Testament for his faithfulness to God. Some have questioned as to whether Job was a real ma
Sesshomaru and His Love CIVChapter CIV: Edo: A Ghost Village?More Like This
Around the time, Inuhime was serving their dinner, someone walked inside, which was Inuhime's mate, Hikaru. He motioned to both Inuyasha and Hana to be quiet. Inuhime was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't sense her mate came in. She 'eeped' when Hikaru put his strong arms around her waist. "I knew that you would take your time coming here, love," Hikaru softly spoke into her ear, which made her had goosebumps.
"Is that so?" Inuhime looked at Inuyasha and asked him, "Why you didn't tell me that he was coming?"
Inuyasha smirked as he shrugged. "Feh! Why you didn't sense him? I am only an hanyou."
Hikaru looked up and glanced around the hut. He then spread his senses. He was trying to locate Zokushi. "Where's Zoku?"
"She went to see an old friend. There's no telling when she'll return."
"If that's the case then let's go home."
"Hikaru, I am still going with Inuyasha to see
Change (Hakuryuu Ren x Reader)More Like This
His existence in your life was ethereal. Fleeting. Sublime. He was nothing special – no doubt just a peasant man travelling around the world to clear his thoughts and find his purpose in life – but he’d managed to catch your eye, as impossible as it sounded.
He was – disregarding status and power – beautiful. His hair was a lovely shade of dark-blue and his eyes were fascinatingly of mismatched color. His voice, although you’d only ever heard it once, was absolutely divine to hear.
You were a noble. A princess of a faraway kingdom that’s only ever known peace and prosperity. But then came a time when power-hungry conquerors sought to disrupt this peace and claim your kingdom for their own.
It was then that you were forced to fight. Ever since you were young, you’d always hated bloodshed, but still you took your sword from its hilt and trained day and night, honing your skills to be used in war. You journeyed far beyond the reaches of your
Mafia!Romano X Tomboy!Reader. Is it true?More Like This
Is it true?
"What do I do?" You paced around in your room. Soon you kneeled next to the bed and buried your face in a pillow. "I don't know what to do." You half mumbled/cried into the pillow.
You stood up and walked to the mirror. Slowly you lifted up your shirt to revel your rather slim abdominals. Putting the shirt back down you paced again.
Lovino was out for the night and wouldn't get back until midnight. You had finished negotiations with Kiku several hours ago. You had since then thrown up at least three times. Before that, you were experiencing waves of dizziness earlier in the morning. At first you thought it was a bug but as you threw up the third time, you felt worried.
You and Lovino had been married for a little over a year. Your father was slowly starting to warm up to Lovino even though he did scare Lovino with his overprotectiveness at times. Imagine h