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Memento
“Just why the hell did we get chosen?” Officer Lauren Kezwick of the city guard ignored her peer’s complaints and focused on trying not to get lost in the maze like streets of Willow district, one of the many galleries of haphazard construction. Every building within this sprawl seem to have extensions hurriedly bolted on to them, and anything above the ground floor was ramshackle. Lauren couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic, these houses reminded her of some of the airships that docked in the port district of Ivy, which somehow managed to both look durable, and hurriedly put together. Around them the denizens of the district passed by, the small family of Ashborn, their vivid eyes contrasting with their grey skin and plain clothing, a scarred Gan with a broken right horn, standing head and shoulders above passers-by with her hands resting on a dagger tucked into a material sash around her waist, an engineer sitting on a pipe above the cobbled streets and checking the bolts
Literature
Dark House
Dark House
Chapter 1
Long ago the Supernaturals slowly began revealing themselves to Humankind. First, were the Vampires, who had ruled peacefully over the Supernaturals for several millennia. They always had more populace than all others and were allegedly the first of all the Supernaturals. Next, were the Beastials, those who could transform into animals. By the Vampires and the Werewolves emerging from the darkness, it confirmed the Humans' fears. Yes, they were always right to fear the darkness for we were always lurking there. The Supernaturals were, of course, met with resistance from the petulant Humans but eventually peace prevailed
Literature
Velrayne: Chapter One
Part One: Summer Skins
Chapter One: Blessed By Summer’s Kiss
Since she was a child, Velrayne had always been uncontrollable. She never stopped moving, and was madly in love with the world around her. She was wild throughout her youth; she never tied back her long, dark hair, and instead let it whip about her face like smoke. Her skin was bronzed from summer suns she’d never once stayed inside for and layers of dirt she was loathe to scrub away, the stubborn child she was.
At seven years old, Velrayne had two older brothers and one small sister. Twelve year old Atistre was extremely affectionate towards his sister, always happy t
A haiku under the loose definition of one. (Modern haiku doesn't have to be 5-7-5, rather emphasizes being under 17 syllables. I still love 5-7-5, but this worked so much better this way.) If the loose definition bothers you, then consider it a micro-poem. 
For my darling ~Jesiryu
For my darling ~Jesiryu
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