Disappearing
is the light
for the death of Rah
will bring the night

Sacred descent
into your dreams
of future ache
and broken seams

Wherever you roam
they will stay
they'll swallow you
with deep dismay

Although you love
although you lose
my friend,
you have no right to choose.

Once burned, it is hard to reach for the flame

Beginnings

Darkness swept over the desert like a sandstorm, covering every square inch of civilization up with its shadowy hands. With Rah dormant in the depths of night only a score of luminescent stars lit the late evening. Although the sun had brought discomforting and sweltering heat, the sting of cold was no better. This place that many called their home, was surely one of the only death traps that existed that was not man-made. There was hardly any water, food, scarce as well. The center of comotion was a herculean palace that emerged from the sands like a pilar out of the ocean. The grand structure was hardly visible at this time of light, the tops of the spires only highlighted slightly. Within the vague silhouette was a city within itself. The palace stretched across wide areas of land, and served almost as an inner wall, to keep the peasantry out, and the royalty, in. Although the walls of the palace hardly served as much purpose as the outer walls that encaged the city, it gave the royals a false sense of security. Inside these walls, however, was a sect of the residence where bodies did stur. The royal steeds shifted uncomfortably on their feet, restless with their pregnant mares so close to birthing. All the while, the stallions in their separate corals were filled with great worry of which mare would be tossed carelessly out due to 'poor breeding'. Sometimes, it wasn't poor breeding at all, if they say any flaw, no matter how small, in one of the birthing mares, they were haggled off to ravenous merchants that scavenged the forum for a good buy, good sell, and lept at any chance of exploitation. These merchants were utterly jovial when they recieved a royal reject, for they were perfect candidates for hard labor. Sheer slavery, it was, for the benefit of man, of course.

Cruelty

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Love&Loss: Minatu

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Desert?Oasis

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Love&Loss: Zoliera

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Love&Loss: Luna

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Memories

bla bla bla stuff about old friends here so yeah...pretty much everyone he knows ._.

Family?tree

a picture of the generations to go here and stuff..pretty suweet

Art

pictures I have drawn and pics that other people have drawn..whoot

So Long

Links and all that jazz