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What a Price to Pay
The Observer has long been a part of Kovulwa's running. Though none of the inhabitants would openly admit it, the Observer kept the whole continent running. Ever since he was a part of the Brotherhood of Spirits, he's always made sure his continent never fell out of line. Unfortunately for the people of Kovulwa, something was falling way out of line.
He'd been receiving complaints for some time now that the Spiriter had been coming up short on sacrifices. Truth was, none of the spirits had eaten for quite a while. The only one that got close was the SubSpirit Omnighost, who ended up losing his catch to...
Gorigan. The Observer winced slightly as he thought it. The boy was legendary in his own right. Not because of his deeds, good as they may have been, but because of the weapon he bore. The Prism Hammer. One of the few Crystalline weapons left on Kovulwa after the Schism and, even worse, the Scatter.
The Observer circled his head around and rubbed his neck. It had been a rough d
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Literature
The Narrow Wall _Kovulwa_
Kylla woke up disoriented and afraid. She found herself looking around the room frantically, worrying of some gray light. She felt itchy, uncomfortable, agitated, and hot. She sat up on the bed and rubbed her head in her hands, trying to remember why she had been so afraid.
"Bah, it's no use." She told herself quietly, and in a fit to forget her fear, she stood up and walked around for a fair bit. When she had calmed down, she tried to return to bed, only to find that it was moist with her sweat.
"Damn brilliant." She swore, and took of the meager sheets and laid them over a chair sitting in the corner nearest the orange lamp.
Finding herself unable to return to sleep, she softly sang to herself, though she didn't know what song it was, nor how she knew it. She just softly voiced some words on a melody she seemed to remember from a dream.
"Come find me where dead bones lie…" She whispered softly.
She eventually woke up again, finding herself groggy and irritated. There was a puddle of
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Literature
The Deal is Struck _Kovulwa_
It was a dark night, and one that was far, far away from Kylla and her worries. On this night, a gray light shone deep and bright down into a small crevice of Kovulwa's landscape. There are five main cities in Kovulwa's proverbial hub, one for each direction, then the middle. In between these cities are small, self-governing towns that are of nearly no importance. Only a few of these small towns are marked on maps. If you were to look carefully at an extremely recent map, it would read in small letters next to this blot of a town "Pollok".
Pollok was smaller then most towns dotting the fringes of the cities, and was located just north of Jarrock, the eastern-most main city. It had a mayor, and that was its only form of government. Mostly people just lived their lives and didn't worry about much else. In a way, outsiders viewed it as utopia, while the insiders viewed it as normality.
In a tiny shack on the eastern end of the town, there slept a boy. Or at least, he was sleeping until a
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Literature
The Dream _Kovulwa_
Come find me where the dead bones lie,
Lying awake in the dead of night,
Asleep but never fully gone,
I'll wait for you until the dawn.
Come find me where I can't see the sky,
Lost away somewhere you can't find,
Asleep but never fully gone,
I'll wait for you until the dawn.
This mourning, good morning,
You won't find me here.
Come search afar,
Come search near.
Mourning, Oh, morning,
I had hoped you'd arrive,
It's been so long,
Must've been five.
Come find me where the sun hits horizon,
In depths and caves, keep myself safe from prying,
Eyes, eyes, no one can see me,
Come find me, oh, come find me.
Come look towards the northward sky,
Only to see from a bird's eye,
Eyes, eyes, no one can see me,
Except those others who are like me.
This mourning, good morning,
You won't find me here.
Come search afar,
Come search near,
Mourning, Oh, morning,
I had hoped you'd arrive,
It's been so long,
Must've been five.
Four different strokes of genius needed to get to the brain.
Four different stroke
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Literature
A Well-Needed Hero _Kovulwa_
Kylla watched Kalem clutch his stomach in agony, unable to get up after the swift punch was dealt. She was still frozen, but her mind was working frantically trying to figure out why it was thus. She wanted to run, fight, and rescue Kalem all at the same time, but her body remained stiff. She thought she heard a voice that was whispered in the desert sky and yet boomed across it at the same time. It was saying, "Let it begin." At first she thought it was her panicked imagination, then she realized the Omnighost was staring up at the sky with his one, red eye. It flickered white for a moment and then it brought its gaze back to earth, and specifically, Kylla.
"So the Spiriter grows hungry." The Omnighost growled, its hands floating eagerly. One of them grabbed Kylla around the left arm and the other nonchalantly floated over and picked up the now unconscious body of Kalem. It threw them both down in a spot directly in front of its cactus. The sky began booming in protest as matter began
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Literature
The Omnighost _Kovulwa_
Thunder rumbled in the sky, heard from a storm that was apparently invisible. Kylla occasionally caught glimpses of lightning flickering up in the quickly darkening sky, but it was fair to say this wasn't where her attention was being spent. In short, the insane servant, Kalem, and his dark master, the Omnighost, won out over crazy weather.
"Desert-mouse," The Omnighost whispered, though Kylla could hear the voice booming inside her head. It was dark and insidious. "You have done well, bringing the Midnighter here. I expected no less. Rise." Kalem brought himself up from his bow and smiled fervently.
"No praise necessary, O Voice of the Deser'." Kalem bowed again, trying to make it seem instinctive and casual. He couldn't do much more then stand there flicking his hands about nervously. The Omnighost raised one of his hands dismissively.
"Kylla, come here." He hissed. Something about the voice made her want to smile and walk towards it without a care in the world. Her instincts told he
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Literature
The Betrayer _Kovulwa_
"We're here! Breathe in the air, feel the swee' scen' of the deser', 'cause you won' be back forawhile!" Kalem shouted.
"Tchya, right. I don't want to remember this place, not the smell, the feel, nothing." Kylla spoke bitterly.
"Not jus' the deser', love. I mean' life." Kalem said putting emphasis on the last words.
"What do you mean? Aren't you taking me out of here?" Kalem's words could've made even the suavest hero worry.
"No, I've taken you where you need t' be." Kalem said, cheerily. "It's him who'll ge' you ou' of here." With that, he pointed towards a lone cactus a few feet away. He muttered a few words under his breath and the air around them began to feel stuffy and unpleasant.
Seemingly unaware of the change in the atmosphere and the tiny popping sounds being made, she gave Kalem an angry look dashed with a hint of confusion.
"A cactus?!" She blurted. "I'm going to KILL YOU!" With precision and dexterity, she hurled a throwing knife at him. Catching it effortle
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Literature
A Trip _Kovulwa_
After at least an hour of wandering seemingly aimlessly through the desert, Kylla had lost all her faith in Kalem. She was sure he was a nice lad and all, but he clearly wasn't right in the head. After all, if he wasn't crazy, then he was just jacking with her this whole time. And that meant she'd have to kill him for the waste.
After finally deciding she would kill him now, he turned around and uttered a cheery, "Almos' there now, can' be no more then a few yards."
She gloomily hung her head and trudged onward. He had said that a total of 5 times on their way to wherever it is they were going. From what she could tell, they hadn't actually gone anywhere.  She remembered going North for a long while, and then heading East. If she had been paying close attention, she would've seen color returning to the sky slightly about an hour back, and then disappearing again.
This was on account of the way Kovulwa seemed to work. Or at least, the Feral Desert. It was always gray there, an
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Literature
Veiled in Sand _Kovulwa_
Much to the disdain of Kylla, the Feral Desert was neither a friendly place, nor a colorful one. The skies and sands were both gray, though differing in shade. This sometimes caused her vision to blur, and she'd end up on the ground, dazed. And the certain breeds of monsters that the land bred were even worse. On a scale from harmless to harmful, there were the pale lizards that crept under rocks and ate sand and tiny bugs, the sand crabs which were safe alone; but in swarms; dangerous, there were the vultures, and the ever present Omnighost. The many in between are too weird to even begin describing.
Kylla picked herself up, having once again fallen into the gray void that was the sand in the desert. She never heard of hell, but if she had, she would have likened it to the Feral Desert.
"I'm sick of this damned place. I want out!" She screamed into the abysmal background, unknowing of the ears hearing her pleas.
She ran for a short bit, hoping that she might see some sort of hill or d
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Literature
Kovulwa
Kovulwa is a dark place. With forests to the south, thick swamps to the east, deserts to the west, and the towering mountains in the north. The middle bears the only hospitable spit of land on the entire continent. Though hospitable is hardly the word for it. A day spent with thieves, muggers, and ruthless barbarians is not a safe one. There is only one haven in all of Kovulwa, and no human is allowed to enter it. It is the land of Jarallas, floating above the center of the continent like a heaven near earth. Few know what lies beyond it's dark blue gates, and few have even seen those dark blue gates themselves. But in the west, where demons lurk, a piece of heaven was being shown the harsh, unforgiving life that awaits down below.
"Dammit!" Kylla exclaimed, kicking up more sand as she realized she had not made any progress in the desert. The vultures cawed and circled in the gray sky. The vultures of the Feral desert never got much food, often having to feed on small lizards whenever
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Literature
Home
There's a light in my soul,
I don't have to take this toll,
I don't want to know,
I don't want to know,
Just lead me home.
There's a weight on my heart,
I remember this part,
Where I don't want to know,
I don't want to know,
Just lead me home.
Every day is summer,
As far as I know,
Until the night comes down.
And when that night comes down,
And the stars aren't out,
I'm alone.
There's a knot in my brain,
I know it's insane,
I want to know,
I want to know,
Take me home.
It always goes out this way,
I've got something to say,
But I don't know,
I don't know,
Will you be my home?
Every day is summer,
As far as I know,
Until the night comes down.
And when that night comes down,
And the stars laugh out loud,
I'm alone.
Please be my sun,
Let me be the earth,
Shine down on me,
Shine down on me,
Let me know that I'm home.
Every day is summer,
It's true, I know,
Even when night comes down.
And when that night comes down,
And I can't hear the stars,
I'm finally home,
I'm finally home.
There's a l
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Literature
Lend Me Your Ear
Listen up, I want you all to
Hear what I have to say.
Don't worry about questioning
Me, things will work out either way.
I'm just righteous and good
And righteous, and in case I didn't mention,
I've never told a lie,
And never stolen my grandma's pension.
On the outside, I'm eating with kings,
I'm dining with the lords of the land,
I wear only the finest clothes,
I only wear designer brands.
On the inside, I'm certainly loyal,
I've always been kind to the common folk,
I'm generous with my money,
I'll probably be famous by the time I croak.
Well, don't pay any mind to that
Propaganda, you know they don't like me,
And I don't know why, since I'm so good
And righteous and good and clean.
I'll wag a skinny finger at them,
A starving finger at that,
I haven't eaten in almost 3 weeks,
'Cause I'm afraid of getting fat.
Well, I told you before, this is all true,
Just take my word, take it from me.
I've never been broke, I've never been bad,
I've never been unclean.
I just want to make a good i
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Literature
Love Without Touch
You stare at me through the wall,
Say I'm over myself,
I can't look at you anymore,
I don't know what I'm angry for,
Life in my hands,
Life in my hands.
Stars are watching me fall,
I can't watch you at all,
I want compensation,
I want deprivation,
Life in my hands,
Life in my hands.
I yawn and stretch out my arm,
Wrap it around your neck,
I'm bad at conversation,
I don't know how to have fun,
Leave me to rest,
Second at best.
Tell me when is water,
Thicker then mud,
Tell me life is more then
Flesh and blood,
I take love, I give way too much,
I can't take love without touch.
Place an order for two,
Came up with the perfect plan,
I want you to be here,
I need a listening ear,
Leave me to rest,
Second at best.
Tell me when is water,
Thicker then mud,
Tell me life is more then
Flesh and blood,
I take love, I give way too much,
I can't take love without touch.
I find myself in a lover's quarrel,
With myself it never ends.
I find myself in a choke hold,
From your tender hands,
Oh, it never e
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Literature
The Strip
The Saturday night,
The strip and the light,
I don't want to move,
I just want to fall.
Don't say no to me,
Just fly and be free,
I don't want to move,
I just want to breathe.
And after all this hard work,
After I go to bed,
After I'm done seeing the sun,
I just want to move.
And after all my lazing around,
After I feel the break,
After I've found all of these sounds,
I just want to move.
The view out for miles,
The traveling in style,
I got new machines,
I want you to see.
Your breaking my hope,
It's a slippery slope,
I won't come unglued,
I just have to breathe.
And after all this hard work,
After I go to bed,
After I'm done seeing the sun,
I just want to move.
And after all my lazing around,
After I feel the break,
After I've found all of these sounds,
I just want to move.
And I fell for so long,
I've never been strong,
Willpower is gone,
And the light is gone out.
I wanted to see,
What there was left of me,
Angels do here my plea,
But the light has gone out.
I'm not knocking on you
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Literature
Intermission+Shining Sky
The day is shining,
The sun is, I feel it,
And everywhere I go today,
The colors greet me.
The afternoon is,
Shining, I feel it,
'Cause then I get to talk to her,
No one can hurt me.
And when it,
Gets darker,
I'm ok because I know no matter what,
You'll be there.
The moon is a terror,
The stars shine so much brighter,
At night all I do is lie awake,
I wish I could lose you.
Those bright eyes, they call me,
On heavy blue horizons,
And since the dawn I have been waiting
To talk to you.
And when it,
Gets darker,
I'm ok because I know no matter what,
You'll be there.
And when I,
Feel cold,
I'm ok because I know no matter what,
You'll be warm.
And when I feel so heavy,
I know that you'll be with me,
Alright.
Your guitar it smiles,
'Cause it knows who you are,
And so do I and how I wish I could
Concentrate on music.
My heart is uplifted,
I don't feel so heavy,
'Cause when I read your messages,
I just feel so groovy.
And when it,
Gets darker,
I'm ok because I know no matter what,
You are brig
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Literature
A Letter to Shaina
Oh, Love,
Why do I want you?
You hardly know me,
And I only see you in my dreams,
It doesn't make much sense,
But I'm throwing everything out there,
Just for you to see.
Just from me.
Oh, desire,
It burns deep inside me,
I feel it clawing out,
And I feel myself struggling on we go,
Into a new day, one I hope to see you in,
One I may just see you in,
Just from me.
Oh, on we go,
It's a bright new day,
But I'm waking up alone,
Oh, out we go,
It's the chance to make,
Or break.
Oh, love,
You torture me so,
You come close to me,
And I don't know what to do without you,
I find my mind wandering,
Maybe tomorrow I'll call you,
Maybe tomorrow.
Oh, life,
Is this what it's all about?
Is this what we search for,
Is this how we get destroyed and I,
I will search for you in this great big place,
In this great big world,
This great big world.
Oh, on we go,
It's a bright new day,
But I'm waking up alone,
Oh, out we go,
It's our chance to make,
Or break.
Oh, on we go,
It's a brand new day,
But I'm feeli
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Sincerely, Mr. Cain and Mr. Abel
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Current Residence: Dixon, CA
Favourite genre of music: rock, hard rock, prog-rock, awesome rock
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MP3 player of choice: Ilo
Shell of choice: Seashells by the seashore
Skin of choice: The one I'm wearing.
Favourite cartoon character: ZiM. He's so evil.
Personal Quote: Insanity breeds brilliance
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I have reincarnated and refreshed here: voltanechoes.deviantart.com/

So, add that if you missed me. It's not quite the same, but it's what I do now. Things have changed, dammit!

Anyway, I'll see you on the other side.
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Luvin' the name yo! Lovecraft FTW
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FenrirsFollower Featured By Owner May 27, 2008
HP get som more work done kid, i got to get me some blues :P

FF dropping by with a hello
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abunai-kitsune Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2007
LOL!
This guitar is nice! OMG xD
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lilgoose Featured By Owner May 20, 2007
i luv ur songs and the few pics u have. ur a great poet/artist.
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Thanks for the fav!
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morbid-curiousity Featured By Owner Apr 20, 2007
hey how's everything going for you?
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H-P-Lovecraft Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2007   Writer
It... well, it goes.

Nothing exceptionally interesting new.

How about you?
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morbid-curiousity Featured By Owner Apr 25, 2007
an extreme overload of volleyball. but hey. pays teh bills. :)
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H-P-Lovecraft Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2007   Writer
You have bills to pay?

That's unfortunate.
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Dreamer127 Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2007
just so u know I'm a girl. I really like your songs :)
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