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Showing posts with label Drew. Show all posts
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Thursday, 18 April 2013

тнᴇ sтᴀʀs ᴀωᴀıт υs [σσc]

This past year has been a definitive trial of sorrow, patience and character. I have survived it, not unscathed, and hold dear a mere few who have been my guide through Hell, as it is.  A future awaits, with fortune and wonder... I hope; I am stronger and perceive things around me far more clearly than ever. Indeed, if it weren't for my dear friends and my partner, this confidence and strength would never have been given life again. 
 The most beautiful, precious flower of all, is love. 
Colours shed a different smell; the aroma of hope, entwined with the after-taste of memories, endless.

A wonderful new year to you all. May it be what you make of it. ;) ♥
I would like to formally welcome the stalkers.  Peewee Herman fingers and creepy kisses  to you all, you make me feel so damn important I could simply gasp from the excitement and give myself a pat on the back for the self-esteem boost from such flattery (no, I think I shall pass). You make up 50% of the fan base I would rather throw in the trash, of course where you belong next to the kleenex tissues I used during your departures =)

How about you take what little pride and morale you should have left, fuck off and go sulk in the corner! If you're looking for sympathy from myself or Andrew aka Drew | Adrin Eitan, Koshiro Kiri, Lao'Taun--  you can find the word -sympathy' in the Dictionary between shit and syphilis.


Life is too short for cliches and you just don't exist anywhere near my wave length. 

To my love, life partner and Master, -- every step of our way, has been worth every ounce of tribulation and elation. You are everything to me and more. Through our honesty, commitment and communication with added respect, reverence and honour; no moment has ever been wasted, the tears are now as wine, and the moment our hearts entwined, it was a moment that bonded us together forever.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

тнᴇ sᴘσıʟs σғ ωᴀʀ

Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
Urthosha's Place

Lao'Taun: Returning to the Lorenz System made for time to conduct repairs to the Leviathan. It was customary at the end of every major campaign for personnel who had served to be permitted shore-leave, it was popular among the humanoids, others utilized the time for breeding or other affairs of their respective sections of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla. Kithugha-Damaudan City was primarily Norian, along with a mixture of other humanoid citizens - it was a bustling metropolis within the centre of the Chanyosa's Habitat Sector. High-speed trams zipped through tunnels from station to station moving passengers between locations within the city, Massive markets sprawled across the open squares between the massive oblisks of skyscrape-like structures that were embedded right into the Chanyosa herself. Lights zipped past the tinted windows of the tram car as it zipped through one of the elevated tunnels, blasting past several of the larger buildings within the city as it headed towards the Y'phur Promenade which had views of the Ute'ghaquatha Anatsha Conglomerate's Production Bays where the majority of non-leviathan vessels were produced.

The tram car doors opened at the terminal, and as the passengers began to disembark a young boy began to tug at his mother's sleeve as he looked back at a robed figure who carried a large twenty inch UAC Dedicated Designer's Pad (UDDP). The young boy, tugged over and over.."Mum...Mum....That man...That is..."  Noticing the young boy, Lao'Taun raised his right hand, and motioned for the young boy to be quiet and then tugged his hood a bit more to help shield his face. The young boy's blue eyes widened in response and he gave a bit of a nod, looking back over and over as the rarely seen Luminary darted off into the crowded terminal. There was plenty of more direct ways Lao'Taun could of taken, or even had arranged an escort - it would of just disrupted the city, and after the bloody victories that were scored he seen no reason to provide that type of pomp and circumstance over something so trivial as tea and a view.

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

ωнᴇɴ ᴀ ωσмᴀɴ ıs ғσυɴᴅ!

Virulent: The Eastern side of the city was predominately technologists, and the coming settlers who had come from the former Chrystalian Republic now that they had fallen under the rule of the true Chrystalis. The Western Half of the city however, the last place where the sun's piercing rays had reached after the magnificent towers of Castle Ayenee VI at the center of the City and the Portal District, where critical connections back to Ayenee, Tenaria, and the other Olde realms had been opened to allow for easy travel to what had now been described as the new frontier, the lands of opportunity - Ayemvu. New The Western side of New Ayenee bore the tapestries of the Lorenzian Empire, and its powerful allies that had savagely pounded a path across the old realms which had ended with their Emperor's rise to Chancellor. 

Virulent: Towering Spires of Temples devoted to the Esprarthiquayito and the mages who had solemnly swore their lives to serving the Manifestient and his workings since long before even the first Castle Ayenee had been built by Varsinax. Looming barracks, stables, and armories thinned out into the military yards that were still flooding with inbound soldiers from the old realms sprawled outwards towards the traditional rise of A-frame homes and the spiraling dance of smoke from their chimneys that scented the air of maple-wood, and cherry. The dark places of the expectant Darkbanes laid outwards towards the frontiers, joining the dirt roadways that lead towards Ferrai and the infamous Iron Dove Tavern and Inn owned by the Eitan himself.

Virulent: The words of one Chrystalian Nira, the late Aestaesys of Chrystalia had given birth to the thing he had threatened for decades, the beginning of mass immigrations from the old realms to the new, bearing conquers such as the Darkbane. Their Queen, Atra, already at work within the realms along with her legendary Warlord Malice. The massive sprawling metropolis, the jewel and capital of the realms Ayenee had been reborn, right in the middle of the realms that had once been forsaken as savage and uninhabitable. Even some of the rears of legends such as Armand DeLeon and Varsinax himself had managed their way through the portals to the new lands.

Virulent: The faint rays of the sun filtered through the panes of stain-glass arcs reflected in the polished stone floors of the Castle. The footfalls of the guard, the crackle of fires within the fireplaces were all the echoing murmurs from which one could draw sentiment. Sentiment that a Chancellor now turned Emperor found himself cultivating as he looked out the massive window out over the Eastern side of the City, watching as cranes swung to carry beams up the sides of one of the buildings still under construction as construction mecha acted as guides to ensure that the heavy beams didn't smash into one of the electronic billboards that was advertising the 'First Landing' concert that was being held at the Ryuusei Ampitheatre by Asune Thunder, one of the Chrystalian bands whose lead vocalist was Yuurei Daithilus, the son of Tisou and Reina.