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@MissCapnCrunch@elfenlied123@RainbowFactory
To all members.

A "Friend" and I are working on the story of Shattered Codes. once we have it all details needed, we will put up an OOC, this does not mean we are close to being finished, I'm just letting you all know what's up.

Orphanage for Supernatural

STEVE CARLSBERG

Lost Souls.

Where, where are we?

What is this horrible place?

I look to my left and see darkness.

I look to my right and find a void.

Such emptiness beholding here in this darkened world.

I see nothing yet it sees me.

I hear not a sound but I am heard.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I?

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@elfenlied123 I-its fine, I didn't want 100% assurance anway ;-; *cracks knuckles* XD

welcome

The Iron Grove.

Leaves of Steel, Trees of Silver.

Grass from Iron, Thorns from Bronze.

The Iron Grove stands tall.

Skies to gold, stars of lodestone.

Wholly forged, nothing grown.

Metal Wanderers prowl through without life.

Longing for something, but be it what?

Even the mid-day breeze it merely false.

Heavy gears buried below keep all thriving.

Tungsten creatures roam on the surface yet live within.

Born from the Earth below shall we rise.

But until that day however shall we stay here.

Where the sky glows.

Where the grass Shines.

In The Iron Grove.

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@KatherinWinterlol, fair point

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@KatherinWinter the thing is, he doesent want to take that risk, but if she promised, he'd at best try

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@KatherinWinter he was, but any later and thered be no hope

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he was swimming, if that's what ur implying

A Black Page Within A White Book.

Oh, such Ancient Pages I see this Autumn Night.

Yet I feel no Benignity nor Relief. Merely Sadness.

Not a single Page still alive, not one without Embers.

A Woe to the Past I gave, So much destroyed, so much forgotten.

Without the magical words that danced on them, who would fill such a void?

Who would give us a Mind to bring about Life?

Where would we turn to for Guidance?

As this dawned, I found one untouched.

A book, with a cover White as Snow.

Yet Pages, Blacker than Ink.

But it was not touched by the fires.

It lay amidst its smoldering kin in Anguish.

But it was not touch by the blaze.

Flames danced around it like a jester to his thane.

But it was not touched by the Smolders.

Why?