Song Book

Writing Mad

Card house

I live in a card-house
A strong wind could blow me down
Or even a light breath.

Its hard enough
To build
Without shaking hands
The voice like fingers
Around my neck.

I wish i could afford
Better materials
So it wouldnt fall so easily

But card supply
Is so low
Too expensive
I spend
All my time
Rebuilding

Writing Mad

His eyes the storm.

His eyes thundered and swirled,
with a genious I can barely perceive.
For those few minutes
I was a sailor adrift in his storm.
Both unable
and unwilling
to look away
from the waves and the clouds.
Falling back in love with his rain
when the lightning struck.

Writing Mad

Jealous

Like the night soaring up above,
And the callous wave to shore a shove.
Sinking deep below the jelous tide,
Unable to choose or pick a side.
An empty pit with hardend walls,
Refilling with the grace of waterfalls.
Floating just high enough,
So my feet no longer touch.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Yeah yeah. Christmas Yule. And moving took me by surprize this year. Ill have a post up when i have wifi set back up properly
@Dark Light

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Lol, poor Anya.
And I forgot to tag you so here. @Dark Light

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Анна

Anya didn't trust her, she didn't like any of what was going on. Her whimpering continued, and she stayed where she was, standing still, ready to dash again, she had met preditors before, and the woman's change in tone did nothing but keep her distant. Once more she withdrew another smaller bottle from her coat clutching onto it as if she was ready to throw it at either of them should they inch nearer. The young woman didn't wish to get anywhere near the woman. Instead, her mind was working to connect the dots between the woman and the man she swore she had once known. @Dark Light

"ведьма!"_witch! she called out poison in her words, as it was the only word she could describe the woman as.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light

All i can think of is the music thats the running in circles music. The
" dooo doo dodododod dododo dododod" music you know

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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Sensing the bar keeps movement in accordance with the loud sound she retreated farther again through the tavern. Dashing up across on of the fsrther set tables much faster than those of a heavier weight or slower agility than the wild girl had. Even if clayton had reached her fast enough to catch something of hers hed be met with only easily tearable chunks of fur from the coat as it swung about on her frame during her own movements. The bottle once clutched in her hand had been droped at the sudden sound and made its way to the floor as she moved. If it was to hit, its remaining contents would splatter and their effects to any but Anya would be unknown. Its smell again seemingly the one most had come to associate with the feral girls appearance. Perhaps it was the source. @Dark Light

Clambering then back farther from the two still even after his initial lunge. Keeping tables and chairs of the tavern between them. She had lest let out much of a sound, more of a continuous whimper. One that had rought feral beasts from lunges before and would usualy bring such to her own aid. It is also from there one would notice the lack of her boots on her feet, the calluses that decorated them, the burns and bruises that truely dotted her skin when it is revealed werent often noticed. Hidden by dried mud, dirt, or even ash, but for the most observant they were there clearly, and one could only think how far they extended.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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As quick as she reached out to touch Anya, she had darted from the stool, standing now a good couple of feet between them.

" не трогай пожалуйста"_{don't touch please} She blurted out, defensively but also weakly ending off in a short whine, she didn't enjoy the comments the woman had made, nor her adamant staring at her coat. It had come down to the girls' thighs, around mid-length now, as her body had grown last since she'd been around the tavern's walls. It was easy to see the new additions she had made to the coast exterior as she stood, tuffs of the longer fur of her new creatures were added into the layers of it and smoothed to looks as if part of their original design. Also decorating its sides were certain patterns of fur whose original color was covered by blood stains, but none of it looks as if it had even been slashed nor even attempted, even as a bit of fur on some sides were less even than others.

While tempted to retrieve the Cider she did not wish to return closer to the lady, instead pats down into one of her pockets and retrieves a smaller bottle of some sort of herbal solution. Its' smell distinctly a something fermented and fruity and a combination of other plant materials. Its design matched that of the decorated patterns across her coat, seemingly made by the same which gave her the protection of her coat.

" Mine. "

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

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Anya instantly didn't like the woman, but neither did she have any sense for the melody in the air. Maybe it was the loud sound of her heels or the way she dressed, or something unnerving about her that made Anya sense danger from the instant the woman had appeared. In fact, she was so unhappy with the woman she uttered a low defensive growl, completely gutter and it was unclear how the fragile looking girl could produce such a sound. Much less of one of any dog even, it was the growl of the aggressive creatures she had been hanging around with last. Wrapping her self further into her fur coat at the woman's staring.

Of course she was still a shy girl in nature. Would rather dart from the scene, but her legs refused to move her from the stool. Refused to let her be prey much longer. Another part having worn onto her from the large beasts, they always stood their ground.

" I woke up here." she said in quite the same tone as her growl had admitted.
She looked down into the chalic and wished she had gotten another glass of the cider, craving the liquids sweet taste. The young woman held little in the way of tolerance to the substance's alcohol content, but it was the first true drink she had had in years. Surviving purely from the meat and blood of animals killed by the large creatures in the vast plains had made her crave a difference.