JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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- Old Guild Username: Jasonhero
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7 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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9 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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9 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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9 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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9 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Most Recent Posts
Jason watched as the girl's dragon appeared. He heard what the male Dragon had to say, and was about to respond when Atalantia stepped in front of him. Watch your demands, No-fire (which is apparently the same as being talked down to but for dragons), Because I will tear out the throats of any beings threatening him. She growls back. "Atalantia. Calm down." Jason says beforewalking next to his dragon's head, rubbing her neck. "No. We are one of the two remaining riders, as I suspect you are as well."
Jason noticed a figure appear in the distance, after hearing a loud thump of something heavy hitting the ground. Atalantia, there is somebody else here, and I don't like the situation. I could use your help. He said to his dragon waiting in the forest. How is it that when I'm not around, Stone Ears, that my warnings fall on deaf ears and you get yourself into trouble? Came the response of Atalantia. She took to the sky quickly before slamming down behind Jason, landing heavy to stir up that extra fear in their enemy's heart. Her black scales made her stick out in the white landscape, as her tail flicked back and forth. "I'd explain yourself and the loud noise stranger, Atalantia here hates being disturbed while she is resting."
I big toothless
Jason stood alone in the Valley, white snow surrounding the young dragon rider as he waited for word from the fellow human villagers on wheter or not the enemy had sank its fangs deeper into his home country, and if it would be safe to have Atalantia come out from hiding, or if enemy spies were still very active in this area. He held his Jacket tight around his shoulders, since it was cold outside. His sword hung at his side. A lone warrior in a hostile white world. The idea amused Jason. Still nobody came to him yet, and the wind was picking up. Soon the boy would have to head back to the house that he was using, or die of frostbite.
She's shorter than you o3o
Anyways I'll make first post tonight
Anyways I'll make first post tonight
Ansen better not be dead
Jason growled a deep and demonic growl, one that was straight out of the sterotypical demon. As the tentacles shot out to grab things in the church, Jason tried to stab into one, but it retreated back to the orb much to fast. The half demon heard the sound of claws against his armor as an undead minion attacked him, the boy spun quickly, his reflexes as good as any soldier who was worth anything, and he grabbed the undead's throat. Lifting it up before snapping the neck of the Enemy fast enough that it caused the head to do a 180 degree spin. Then the boy turned on the remaining cultist, he reached out towards the cultist before closing his hand into a fist and yanking it back towards him. The cultist soon found himself airborne, and flying directly towards Jason's raised sword.
Jasonhero and Lyra only. (Sorry I fogot how many X's are in teh username love)
CS:
Name: Jason Stravinsky
Age:17
Weapon:.jpg)
Appearance:
He has the Gourd and He's wearing Boots
Magic?: Yes
Dragon:
Except she is black and her name is Atalantia
Story: Years after Eragon is but a memory and Legend, when he and his dragon have finally left this world, Alagesia is at peace under the reign of the riders. But a massive empire out to the west have driven the Dwarves from their homes into central Alegasia. This empire, known as the Kreel are made up of Urgals, Shades, Rouge Dragons, Dark Elves who are well known for riding the rouge dragons for evil, Giants, and Demons. They are led by a demon king and have the might to take out the world. When the dragon riders first rode to protect the dwarves years earlier, all were killed including Eragon himself. The fate of Alegasia falls on the shoulders of the last two riders, who are hidden in seperate parts of Alegasia. The boy amoung the humans near Palancar Valley, and the Girl amoung the Elves. They must meet up, and lead the armies of Alagesia to war. But this is only the beginning, as war is never short. Together they must face down this new world order. Together they must win.
CS:
Name: Jason Stravinsky
Age:17
Weapon:
Appearance:
He has the Gourd and He's wearing Boots
Magic?: Yes
Dragon:
Except she is black and her name is Atalantia
Story: Years after Eragon is but a memory and Legend, when he and his dragon have finally left this world, Alagesia is at peace under the reign of the riders. But a massive empire out to the west have driven the Dwarves from their homes into central Alegasia. This empire, known as the Kreel are made up of Urgals, Shades, Rouge Dragons, Dark Elves who are well known for riding the rouge dragons for evil, Giants, and Demons. They are led by a demon king and have the might to take out the world. When the dragon riders first rode to protect the dwarves years earlier, all were killed including Eragon himself. The fate of Alegasia falls on the shoulders of the last two riders, who are hidden in seperate parts of Alegasia. The boy amoung the humans near Palancar Valley, and the Girl amoung the Elves. They must meet up, and lead the armies of Alagesia to war. But this is only the beginning, as war is never short. Together they must face down this new world order. Together they must win.
deadpixel101 said
One of our team members is some demon prince.Another is a man with a mask for a face.We have a sentient sword for an ally.Our leader is a small fox-man.Idk how much sh*t you have to stir up to get people to notice.
Gotta agree
Gaara stood in a shadowy corner of the ruins, watching as the other group entered. He stepped out of the shadows slowly. "So you aren't demons. Guess I won't have to kill you, Will I?" He said softly then observed each and every one of them.
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