Written By Monique
Oct. 3, 2020, 3:06 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
The most important thing to know is your own worth.
Written By Tanith
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:51 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Raymesin
It's been a year and yet it feels like longer, though only in the right way. I've known you my whole life but in the past year I've learned so, so much more. It is an honor to be your wife and a privilege to know you.
The heart in my chest beneath your palm loves you wholly. Your love empowers me, the strength in our bond and our experiences is glory.
You are my home.
Here's to one year and the beginning of many more.
The heart in my chest beneath your palm loves you wholly. Your love empowers me, the strength in our bond and our experiences is glory.
You are my home.
Here's to one year and the beginning of many more.
Written By Svana
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:20 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Closure was needed and now I have gotten it. Was it what I wanted to hear? No. Was it something suspected? Yes.
Now I know. And I carry that knowledge with a purpose. Thank you, Lord Jyri Whitehawk, and all the others who helped for your work. I no longer feel like a villain in this story.
Now I know. And I carry that knowledge with a purpose. Thank you, Lord Jyri Whitehawk, and all the others who helped for your work. I no longer feel like a villain in this story.
Written By Ripley
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:16 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
It screams. I think it scream. I don't know why I made them. I shouldn't create when I am like this. It's not good, not good at all. The things I make are strange.
Written By Ripley
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:14 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
To stand within the shadows of greatness, beset on both sides by skill.
Bloodied hands from prick and blow, the smell of wet wool and hot iron.
Forever do I strive to keep my head above.
To not disappear into the darkness cast by them,
they whose praises are sung along the streets by silk and scrap alike.
Glinting in that night they cast.
I huddle for want of the warmth that those words provide.
The flicker of delight that ignites the ego.
Only embers,
only coal.
Bloodied hands from prick and blow, the smell of wet wool and hot iron.
Forever do I strive to keep my head above.
To not disappear into the darkness cast by them,
they whose praises are sung along the streets by silk and scrap alike.
Glinting in that night they cast.
I huddle for want of the warmth that those words provide.
The flicker of delight that ignites the ego.
Only embers,
only coal.
Written By Mabelle
Oct. 3, 2020, 1:14 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
My favorite part about winter is everyone huddling in bars and lounges and taverns which makes you run into people you've not seen in a long time.
I do enjoy those big gatherings, always joyful and entertaining and full of music.
I do enjoy those big gatherings, always joyful and entertaining and full of music.
Written By Rowenova
Oct. 3, 2020, 12:58 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tarik
Sir Floppington helped me write This One.
As deep as the Whirlpool were her eyes and her growl.
As sharp as Frostfang were her claws and her fangs.
As niveous as the Everwinter was her mewtiful fur.
(It was as soft as Silk and as warm as Fireweave, too.)
***
She was feral as cat be. A dangerous stray, indeed.
She and the humans had a history. It was not a good one.
Sometimes, those humans would come to the back alley. And then,
they would dare to draw too near, and... she would bite them!
Not only blood would be shed but also tears would rain, too!
And oh! How those humans would scream, and then they would flee!
Some would tell her that she was boring, mean, and stingy.
Mayhaps true, but she would hiss and sharpen her claws amew.
Some would complain and lament that she was not as good as
other kitties who were stronger and who would like those pets.
She was too proud to ever be handled without care, though.
Still free, she would climb up the fence and strut, indeed!
***
One day, yet another human decided to enter the back alley, but...
...This One smelled different than all the others before them.
This One looked at her with the kindest eyes. This One told her the
most amazing stories that she had ever heard in all of her Nine Lives.
She deserved to be loved and to be respected they told her, and
that if they ever had a kitty like her, they would hang onto her.
She could feel herself wanting -- yet afraid -- to be with This One.
Could this be true? Could she be sure? Or was This One all a Dream?
Too much of a scaredy cat to make a decision right then and right there,
she flicked her tail and sauntered away! What would come another day?
Since that whelming moment in Time, she could not stop thinking
about This One and how much they cared. And so, that was not the end.
***
After trying to sort herself out for a few days, she finally did decide.
She catfully approached the door of This One and mewed to be let inside!
(Recently Presented @ the Winter Poetry Contest @ the Golden Hart)
As deep as the Whirlpool were her eyes and her growl.
As sharp as Frostfang were her claws and her fangs.
As niveous as the Everwinter was her mewtiful fur.
(It was as soft as Silk and as warm as Fireweave, too.)
***
She was feral as cat be. A dangerous stray, indeed.
She and the humans had a history. It was not a good one.
Sometimes, those humans would come to the back alley. And then,
they would dare to draw too near, and... she would bite them!
Not only blood would be shed but also tears would rain, too!
And oh! How those humans would scream, and then they would flee!
Some would tell her that she was boring, mean, and stingy.
Mayhaps true, but she would hiss and sharpen her claws amew.
Some would complain and lament that she was not as good as
other kitties who were stronger and who would like those pets.
She was too proud to ever be handled without care, though.
Still free, she would climb up the fence and strut, indeed!
***
One day, yet another human decided to enter the back alley, but...
...This One smelled different than all the others before them.
This One looked at her with the kindest eyes. This One told her the
most amazing stories that she had ever heard in all of her Nine Lives.
She deserved to be loved and to be respected they told her, and
that if they ever had a kitty like her, they would hang onto her.
She could feel herself wanting -- yet afraid -- to be with This One.
Could this be true? Could she be sure? Or was This One all a Dream?
Too much of a scaredy cat to make a decision right then and right there,
she flicked her tail and sauntered away! What would come another day?
Since that whelming moment in Time, she could not stop thinking
about This One and how much they cared. And so, that was not the end.
***
After trying to sort herself out for a few days, she finally did decide.
She catfully approached the door of This One and mewed to be let inside!
(Recently Presented @ the Winter Poetry Contest @ the Golden Hart)
Written By Lucita
Oct. 3, 2020, 12:25 a.m.(2/19/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
Time spent with friends is heartwarming. These cold, challenging months that is as necessary as as the warmth from a cozy fire on the hearth. I did not know a tour of Saik Tower could turn so interesting when hearing another's observations.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 2, 2020, 10:11 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Monique
A poetry contest.
A lovely adventure from a meeting over some "family" business.
A lovely adventure from a meeting over some "family" business.
Written By Mirella
Oct. 2, 2020, 8:19 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
When I woke up, it was to a pair of crystal-blue eyes staring straight into mine, and much purring.
My cat is a good cat.
My cat is a good cat.
Written By Sydney
Oct. 2, 2020, 7:13 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
I do not intend to cut my hair until I am all but tripping over it.
And then I will cut it short enough not to trip over it for a few more months.
And then I will cut it short enough not to trip over it for a few more months.
Written By Piccola
Oct. 2, 2020, 3:22 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
Wise general, let me give you a word on change.
The history of liberty shows that all freedoms have been born of earnest struggle. The conflict has been exciting, agitating, all-absorbing, and for the time being, putting all other tumults to silence. It must do this or it does nothing. If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Those who profess to favor freedom without agitation are those who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; it may be a physical one; it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Authority concedes nothing without a demand, one that is delivered with blood and bone.
When you find what any person will quietly submit to, you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them. These injustices will continue till they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.
We might not get all we work for in this world, but we still must work for it. For freedom to persist, we must pay for its survival.
We must do this by labor, by suffering, by sacrifice, and if needs be, by our lives.
The history of liberty shows that all freedoms have been born of earnest struggle. The conflict has been exciting, agitating, all-absorbing, and for the time being, putting all other tumults to silence. It must do this or it does nothing. If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Those who profess to favor freedom without agitation are those who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; it may be a physical one; it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Authority concedes nothing without a demand, one that is delivered with blood and bone.
When you find what any person will quietly submit to, you have found out the exact amount of injustice and wrong which will be imposed upon them. These injustices will continue till they are resisted with either words or blows, or with both. The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.
We might not get all we work for in this world, but we still must work for it. For freedom to persist, we must pay for its survival.
We must do this by labor, by suffering, by sacrifice, and if needs be, by our lives.
Written By Valerius
Oct. 2, 2020, 1:52 p.m.(2/18/1014 AR)
A lovely evening was had in the Salon. An unexpected crowd turned into a lively debate of sailing and floating trees.
while it may be cold outside, the debates of politics and our interests are keeping me warm.
while it may be cold outside, the debates of politics and our interests are keeping me warm.
Written By Lisebet
Oct. 2, 2020, 8:28 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
Why is it that invitations must needs come for events all at the same time? I am not four people.
Well, it is good to be popular at least.
Well, it is good to be popular at least.
Written By Jyri
Oct. 2, 2020, 7:51 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
There is usually satisfaction in giving closure to families that have suffered the loss of a close one.
And then there are those times when even when knowing what happened, there is no satisfaction or relief in having learned the truth.
And then there are those times when even when knowing what happened, there is no satisfaction or relief in having learned the truth.
Written By Ember
Oct. 2, 2020, 7:03 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Victus
There is indeed an almost sexual thrill to the knowledge that a brutal fight lies ahead. I could not have put it into words more finely than Prince Victus's own.
Written By Maxen
Oct. 2, 2020, 6:54 a.m.(2/17/1014 AR)
So I've just arrived in this city, and it's nowhere near as stuck up as I feared. So far at least. It seems there's a wealth of things to learn, and lots for me to get stuck into. Plus there's some manner of booze hole on every corner it seems. Cracking. I just need to get a room sorted out with the cousins and then the arty can commence!
Written By Victus
Oct. 1, 2020, 10:57 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
The moments before a storm. When the wind blows, picking up in speed. The air hangs heavy and the lightning begins to crackle in the sky. All before the downpour threatens a flood, the cyclone tests your mast, and the hull will rock.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 1, 2020, 10:25 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Late geese flying south
you need no directions
and I want none.
you need no directions
and I want none.
Written By Calista
Oct. 1, 2020, 9:32 p.m.(2/16/1014 AR)
Inexplicable sadness, sorrow, and loss. I grieved for what seemed like an eternity and then some. In the beginning, I could not be awake without succumbing to tears. The Mercies, bless them, cared for me and my trusted apothecaries provided something to temporarily ease my pain. It was futile. Though I was able to sleep, the pain soaked through the layers of my slumber. I woke the next morning with no reprieve.
Never have I felt something which was so all consuming.
That is a lie. I have. I have loved as fiercely as I have felt that grief.
In the days where I could not bring myself to leave my bed or if I could get out of bed, not be able to step out of my chambers, my family stepped in to the various roles I must play on a daily basis. They did so without my asking. They did so out of love, honor, and duty.
To those who reached out to me during my time of incapacitation and were met with replies from my stewardess, Graziela, I thank you for your concern and your kind words. They were but a balm to my soul. To those who came to visit with me, who sat with me while helpless in their loss of how to provide ease or comfort, I will love you forever.
And to you, whom I attempted to help but instead found myself so deeply afflicted, I realize in my haste where I erred. Forgive me.
Never have I felt something which was so all consuming.
That is a lie. I have. I have loved as fiercely as I have felt that grief.
In the days where I could not bring myself to leave my bed or if I could get out of bed, not be able to step out of my chambers, my family stepped in to the various roles I must play on a daily basis. They did so without my asking. They did so out of love, honor, and duty.
To those who reached out to me during my time of incapacitation and were met with replies from my stewardess, Graziela, I thank you for your concern and your kind words. They were but a balm to my soul. To those who came to visit with me, who sat with me while helpless in their loss of how to provide ease or comfort, I will love you forever.
And to you, whom I attempted to help but instead found myself so deeply afflicted, I realize in my haste where I erred. Forgive me.
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