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Ave Ingmar It was the sound of heaving footsteps that pulled me back to consciousness. Pace after pace; the vast pressure of plated soles grinded into the barren soil that was walked upon. I counted five different rhythms of pace. The unusual thing was that the characteristic gait revealed a refined and elegant touch to it. The kind of distinctive mark that doesn’t suit the type of brazen warriors who’s unconditional love went to plundering, brawling, feasting, fucking and drinking wine like a herd of roaring Oxen in heat.Ave Ingmar by *sarunopai
It’s a fact that ordinary people wouldn’t dare to venture past this point. Venture past the point wher
Maiden of the Forest Ghyll The following tale may guide the vast flow of your thoughts until the deepest parts of the thriving forests; where beams of light tend to only reach onto lesser spots where the still shadows haven't yet compelled against the vivid light of day. A forlorn spot where lifeless and sprightly shadows may once embrace one another tightly as human figures come to venture upon its lush carpet of strained dimness. Even when the midday sun is still set over the land of darkness where the landscape was once painted with blackest of ink so that it may barely bear a single trace of sunlight upon; the silhouette of a man paces towards the spot; yet undefilMaiden of the Forest Ghyll by *sarunopai
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