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Literature Fanart DotDF 2014 On a cool Autumn night, with the full moon barely shining out from an overcast sky, three figures gather at the old wrought-iron gate of the Runeland cemetery. Many such groups have passed through these gates seeking to to participate in the annual Graveyard Patrol, leaving hoove, foot, and claw prints in the mud created form their passing.Literature Fanart DotDF 2014 by DompteurLoup
A young, Grey, energetic Kodryma from the Maliai clan chats away happily, seemingly to himself, as the trio begin their patrol.
“Bii, are you talking to yourself again up there?” Loup, the human of the group asks the Kodryma with a smile.
Looking mildly annoyed but mostly amused, Bii'Reenruu offers a merry “Making new friends. You can't see?” in reply.
AS if from nowhere, a brief but sudden gust of wind circles about Loup. He catches a soft laughter, like kids at a playground, but shrugs it off as a trick, catching up to the soft gl
Perfectly FlawedYou are not perfect.CorporateRockWhore
You are not flawless.
You are, in fact,
Excuse me if I am
But it’s true.
As there are stars in the sky,
And no matter how hard
You will always have flaws.
And that’s okay;
You cannot have a solar system
Just as you cannot have a warrior
We all have flaws
We cannot control,
And even ones we can.
And that’s okay.
Because tomorrow and today,
They are the stitches in the fabric
Of your being
And I think you are all the more beautiful
That your flaws are as important
As your perfections.
WordsWords can mean a little,Caylee-Slansen
Words can mean a lot.
Sometimes it's what you make of them,
Sometimes they're all you've got.
Words can make a difference,
They can change a person's life.
They can send the world to war,
Or end a victim's strife.
"We are masters of the unsaid words",
Be sure to choose them well.
For cruel words can linger,
They can turn life into hell.
We Only Live To DieThis is what we live for—these whispers on our lipsMikkiMarie
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for,
As we only live