| A first of hopefully a long story and a world you never knew could exist. |
| A first of hopefully a long story and a world you never knew could exist. |


Unammed storys Pt 1The dense woods rumbled with noise; demonic howls could be heard from the deepest densest part of them. Suddenly a clear shrill note boomed through the forest, the challenge of a hunting horn.Unammed storys Pt 1
In a clearing not far from the center of the woods stood three people; two men and one woman waited in ready as the growls of the wolfs came closer to their new found prey. Unseen they surrounded the clearing and watched the three odd smelling humans from the safety of darkness.
Great now they have us surrounded, complained the smaller of the men, what were you thinking sounding a hunting horn in the mi


Halo amassador project part 3Zeak slowly regained consciousness, each breath bringing a light surge of pain with it.Halo amassador project part 3
Where am I, he said into no one in particular.
Youre in the grunt sickbay, a small squeaky voice said excitedly, Im so happy to see that youre awake.
Id know a voice like that anywhere, Zeak said bluntly, youre an Unggoy!
You dont have to point it out, the replied said in a hurt voice.
Sorry I just didnt hear a grunt when I woke up
Its alright, by the way im Yab
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I can type, I can make poetry, I can steal others pictures and give credit for them, but dear god dont ask me to draw. Its like killing orphans with a homeless guys leg.
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"Art is art, it is perception, vision and passion; it is the unfettered expression of our souls. And it is all beautiful, each in its own way. We should never forget that." ~ Me
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I can type, I can make poetry, I can steal others pictures and give credit for them, but dear god dont ask me to draw. Its like killing orphans with a homeless guys leg.
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