Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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7 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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8 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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8 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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8 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Definitely interested. Think we got room for a Half-Demon son of Diablo? One of the Good Guys cause he was raised by humans when Diablo abandoned him for not being full-demon?
Heck man, I could even run two characters, second being a cyborg who aligns himself with humans. Thinking kind of Winter Soldier like
Jason looks at the boy in front of him. "Don't tell me how to fight my war. My Legion had more victories than this camp and they were all terrified. Only an idiot isn't scared when they fight. I have many ideas of how to kill the Gods. Besides, I've killed bigger than the Gods"
Alrighty kiddies. So here's the idea for the plot.
In the Kingdom of Andraste, a princess lives out her life in the castle, with her father as he rules the kingdom. Everything seems good, save for a beast of some sort plaguing the kimgdom, and the small matter of an attempt on the Princess' life by an unknown assailant. A young boy, shows up to the kingdom to be a hunter of the beast, seemingly inexperienced. But the king is desperate to get rid of it. Unknown to the Princess, she is half-angel
The boy, is Azaadz Diabolus. Going by the name "Aze". He is the Half-Demon child of Lucifer himself. Azaadz is the Antichrist. Despite being rebellious and wanting nothing other than to see the forces of good win, the boy has been tasked with the capture and corruption of the Princess. Instead, to foil his fathers plans, the boy tries to kill her. He failed the first attempt and is masking as a hunter to get close before making his move.
Yes this is romance. They will fall in love, even as their world falls into chaos due to templars, and a holy war between Heaven and Hell.
"Then he will beg me to kill him." He whispered quietly to her. Holding the girl for a bit longer before he let go and stared at Estelle. "So. We've got to figure out how we are going to strike back against the Gods, now then don't we? " He askes the girl.
Jason studied Teia. "You're hiding something. I'll grant you the benefit of doubt, but mark my words. Betray us and you will beg me to kill you" He says simply before looking her over a second time. "Welcome to the Cause" He says. The boy was interrupted by the return of Estelle. He turned around upon seeing her and hugged her tightly.
"If that bastard dares show his face again I swear I'm going to tear it off" He says softly into her ear, trying to comfort the girl as he had during times of old.
Jason watched as Phoenix took Estelle and took off. He debated going after her but decided that the demigods on the ground needed him much more at the moment. "Get back to your duties. Let's ensure they can't launch another attack like this morning" He says to them. They all nod and move off to continue working on making the camp a large fortress. Jason turned to Teia.
"So, Teia... your father is Moros?" He said, trying to get a feel in his mind for what this girl could do. Also trying to figure out whether or not she is an enemy of his. The boy crossed his arms as waited for an answer
Jason lunged towards the god, who disappeared just before the boy managed to catch him. Jason growled in anger. "COME BACK AND FACE ME, COWARD. I SWEAR I'LL YEAR YOU APART" He screamed as he looked around, protective over the girl behind him. Then he turned to look at Estelle. "Shit." He said before looking at Teia. "You. Daughter of Moros. Come here. Help me get her back to camp" Jason said to Teia quickly.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>
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