Wake up AliceDoes anyone ever felt like Alice in WonderlandMore Like This
Wandering around the world
Following a white rabbit that no one else sees
Talking to a caterpillar
Asking Why, Who, and What
Finding yourself lost in a place with unreadable signs
Sitting down thinking .dreaming or not this is unbelievable
When a cat comes floating down sitting on a tree
His smile is remarkably sharp for a cat to be
He is sly, that cat, should I believe him or not
I guess I have no choice
The flower talk and I have some tea
With figures of my imagination
The Mad Hatter is crazy
The March Hare is unstable
I don't think their are any normal things here
A drunken mouse come out of the pot
I think I'm losing my mind .
What next do I occur A red queen that is
A court full of cards
Spades, Diamonds, Hearts, and Clubs
OFF WITH HER HEAD!
Nothing but a dream.
Wake Up Alice!
CLOSEDSpecies raffle!! (Beant, Coral Dragons!)And the winner is… *drumroll*More Like This
note me with details!
I've decided on a set date: February 1st! Be sure to enter!
To celebrate all these new members of Beants and the interest in Coral Dragons, I'm hosting a MYO giveaway!
It will include:
x1 Beant MYO slot (Rare unlimited traits!) OR
x1 Coral Dragon MYO slot (stick to what a Coral Dragon looks like, the trait ref isn't out yet)
x1 CUSTOM Beant or Coral Dragon!
HOW TO ENTER:
-Watch me! It's important to because I post lots of new info about the species. (new watchers welcome!)
-Favorite this journal!
-Reply here (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/585554407/4040173019), and I will give you a number!
-If you wish to earn another entry, simply share this raffle by posting a journal or poll about it.
That's it! Have fun everyone : )
Vindicator of Dreams Chapter 10Chapter 10 — The ManipulatorMore Like This
Death is highly overrated. It is the final act in life, the severing point of the body, and the moment in time where the will and the soul are released into eternal rest. For some, death is frightening. They are not ready to leave behind everything in life. Others see it as a final release from this world: an end to the pain. But death itself is ignorant of these ideas, for death is only the natural last act of life and nothing more.
Yet, death did not come for Mask. Whether it was strength, stubbornness, or dumb luck, life clung to him. He felt death’s hand on his shoulder, chilling him to the bone, but his time was not yet over. Not yet.
He tossed and turned in a lingering dream state, oblivious to the comforting bed sheets around his body. White hot pain boiled his body from inside out. His blood moved lazily through his veins, slowly cooking in his feverish pain. Fire was upon his forehead and chills spread through his nerves. Death crept be