"We fell into a land of mischief and rot without single thought.
Searching for far away lands, and new faces to make our existence worth even a grain of sand.
Yet here we stand at the beginning of realization to be struck down by abhorrent thought.
What if we are worth less than before? So taken by the dark that the light refuses us...
Even in these faraway stars."
Maze Sage
Welcome darling ones to a poem of discontent. A poem that travels through realms searching for its home.
Welcome to my reality of restlessness. Of hunger for adventure. Of need for consuming life.
So where darling shall we begin? Perhaps the start? The middle? Or maybe the end?
The beginning then?
Once upon a time...
There was a woman who liked things darker than normal.
A woman who liked spice so hot it could burn worlds.
A woman who preferred the mythical.
A woman who would destroy the castle rather than rebuild it.
She was not a writer of love stories.
She was a writer of bloodshed and poems.
A lover of morally gray characters, and battle scenes.
The middle better yet?
The woman wrote of prophecies.
Of worlds colliding.
She wrote of star crossed lovers who met their end.
She wrote of lost families found.
She wrote of devastation of crowns.
She wrote so dark very few could breathe light.
Or perhaps the end?
Because the woman knew sometimes starting at the end could shine light on the beginning..
here is all you need to know:
Paragraphs (at least three) and good grammar required.
Morally Gray
No children please.
No underage nonsense.
If you want CNC spice let me know before hand.
Triggers are non existent.
Spice level 3-5.
High fantasy is preferential.
Collaboration is a must.
Complex plots are what I am looking for.
Characters up for Re-Vamp:
Searching for far away lands, and new faces to make our existence worth even a grain of sand.
Yet here we stand at the beginning of realization to be struck down by abhorrent thought.
What if we are worth less than before? So taken by the dark that the light refuses us...
Even in these faraway stars."
Maze Sage
Welcome darling ones to a poem of discontent. A poem that travels through realms searching for its home.
Welcome to my reality of restlessness. Of hunger for adventure. Of need for consuming life.
So where darling shall we begin? Perhaps the start? The middle? Or maybe the end?
The beginning then?
Once upon a time...
There was a woman who liked things darker than normal.
A woman who liked spice so hot it could burn worlds.
A woman who preferred the mythical.
A woman who would destroy the castle rather than rebuild it.
She was not a writer of love stories.
She was a writer of bloodshed and poems.
A lover of morally gray characters, and battle scenes.
The middle better yet?
The woman wrote of prophecies.
Of worlds colliding.
She wrote of star crossed lovers who met their end.
She wrote of lost families found.
She wrote of devastation of crowns.
She wrote so dark very few could breathe light.
Or perhaps the end?
Because the woman knew sometimes starting at the end could shine light on the beginning..
here is all you need to know:
Paragraphs (at least three) and good grammar required.
Morally Gray
No children please.
No underage nonsense.
If you want CNC spice let me know before hand.
Triggers are non existent.
Spice level 3-5.
High fantasy is preferential.
Collaboration is a must.
Complex plots are what I am looking for.
Characters up for Re-Vamp: