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EvolutionEvolutionEvolution by DraganTheMighty
is a silent process of changing
we realise from the result.
It Can't Be The Target.
DAWN OF KINGS CHAPTER 3"Forgive me, but have you ever... you know?" She inquired. Most of her previous drake friends had never had the opportunity, as the lead member would have no-one, but no-one touch the girls.DAWN OF KINGS CHAPTER 3 by DXCLove
She knew that drakes like urges pushed them, but they obeyed the rules.
Shmurda turned his maroon head away, his beard tickling against his shoulder. What the mirror asked him was nothing unusual. Of course she wanted to know, all females did. He smiled sweetly, his eyelids closing as he soaked up the warm sun.
"I have never bred a female, if that's what you're asking me," he paused, shaking his long slender neck. He wasn't sure how she would react to his next statement, but pressed it none-the-less. After all, what did he have to loose? "I'm saving myself for her," he whispered, his eyebrows furrowing with intensity. "Just one girl. My only one."
The Maroon guardian plodded towards a small stream that ran through the peaceful meadow, taking a long drag of the crisp, cool water. Lifting
DAWN OF KINGS CHAPTER 2The sun slowly started to dip below the wooded horizon of the far off mountains. Strange Birds chirped as if whispering amongst themselves as afternoon slowly began to descend on the dead land. A rushing river was hastening through the wasteland. The calm descending waters having no qualm in accepting the tiny trail of blood that, ran along the ground, wishing to join it in its never ending voyage towards the boundless ocean. A wolf lay slumped on the bank of the riverside, a faint whimper escaping its lips and a bloody paw layed on top of a deep and ugly wound that had settled against its side. The wolf bore its teeth tensing its muscles, but when the pain became too much to bear it released the force that was allowing it to barely cling to life. The wolf stretched out its other paw and began to painfully slide its body across the floor towards the flowing waters of the river. More blood trickled out from the deep puncture wound and it whimpered inDAWN OF KINGS CHAPTER 2 by DXCLove
JR's Deviant Theater #2Now playing: :iconbackasswardsk: :icondraken413o: :iconemerald-depths: :iconaurorawienhold:JR's Deviant Theater #2 by JR-Imagery
I haven't done one of these in a while, so I figured it's high time that I get off my lazy butt and do one.
In my humble opinion, he is my favorite photographer on Deviantart, he is one of the best I have seen, I am always amazed by the work he puts on here, and I look forward to seeing more.
Not only does she have a clever name, but she also has amazing talent as a writer, her passion can be seen in her writing, her experiences through life have shaped her into the gifted writer that she is.
She is such a great photomanipulator, her art is the so pleasing to the eyes, I can look at her art for days, especia
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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