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askgangsterthor:

katesgotabow:

shieldagentma...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwqn09fphz1qb6t6wo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://run-from-my-past.tumblr.com/post/43768877402/askgangsterthor-katesgotabow"&gt;run-from-my-past&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://askgangsterthor.tumblr.com/post/30708206615/katesgotabow-shieldagentmaller-orithyea"&gt;askgangsterthor&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://katesgotabow.tumblr.com/post/30707853808/shieldagentmaller-orithyea-prnd-keeping"&gt;katesgotabow&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://shieldagentmaller.tumblr.com/post/30707181998/orithyea-prnd-keeping-this-forever-excuse"&gt;shieldagentmaller&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://orithyea.tumblr.com/post/30704756772/prnd-keeping-this-forever-excuse-me-as-i"&gt;orithyea&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://prnd.tumblr.com/post/17192780868/keeping-this-forever-excuse-me-as-i-copy-this"&gt;prnd&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Keeping this… forever…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Excuse me as I copy this down. :o&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;keeping for reference&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9pi2flRGS1ruvflu.gif"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I’ve had one of these since high school. My English teacher was adamant about never using said unless we had to.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;omg…this is so…amazing… &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;for the people who write and only say “he said”, “she said”, “they said”… ugh&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://naturaldecay.tumblr.com/post/44262670192</link><guid>http://naturaldecay.tumblr.com/post/44262670192</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 21:11:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>if you&amp;#8217;re looking for naturaldecay, i moved here</title><description>&lt;p&gt;if you&amp;#8217;re looking for naturaldecay, i moved &lt;a href="http://www.distant-meadows.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://naturaldecay.tumblr.com/post/41812372325</link><guid>http://naturaldecay.tumblr.com/post/41812372325</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2013 17:12:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Chapter 6: Bloodshed (Extra version) pt.2</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After we had finished our meal, I followed Deadra into the other side of the castle. She was smiling so much, and talking ten miles a second. From what I could see, I was the only one with a problem, besides Zeke. I haven&amp;#8217;t seen anyone else but these two, and my mother all morning. It kind of unsettled me, but I simply smiled at Deadra because her moods can shift within a nanosecond. This side of the castle was so much different. It wasn&amp;#8217;t as light, or as lively. The paintings on the walls had abhorrent contents, with served heads of bulls, and broken wings of white angels. It frightened me. How can this be in Ion, the holiest place (or supposedly) in Yven? I dismissed the thought and kept my eyes straight ahead. We reached a door at the end of long hallway. It was wooden, and the handles were high, too high for a human to simply open. Deadra turned to me, her lips pursed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We can&amp;#8217;t get in.&amp;#8221; She whined. Normally, I would have turned around. Headed back to where I came from. But instead, I summoned my wings, flapping them gently around the room, not wanting to disturb any of the neatly placed paintings or vases along the walls. With the lightest jump, I got hold of the doorknob, and sprang it open, falling into the room. Deadra ran to my side to help me up, patting my wings to clean them. I glared at her, she really is way to into this, more than I am. After we collected ourselves we had the proper chance to look a round the room. It was a vast dome, the ceiling a small speck way into the sky. On the side of the wall, it read &amp;#8220;observatory room: No guests allowed&amp;#8221; Deadra beamed, and began to search the room. I slowly followed behind her, not wanting to disrupt anything in the room, but I was just as curious as she was. I took to searching the opposite side of the room. Paintings lined the wall, with cabinets of books placed underneath them. I grabbed a book, and gently opened the cover. The pages were dark, stained with a brown, almost reddish liquid. It smelled of a fowl dead body, and felt almost grainy to touch. There were long scriptures written, of a war that had been fought years ago. It was named, &amp;#8220;The Dark War&amp;#8221;. I turned to Deadra, who had also had a book in her hands, reading intently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Have you ever heard of The Dark War?&amp;#8221; I asked, walking towards her, book in hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It took awhile for her to respond, &amp;#8220;Hm, no. But I&amp;#8217;m guessing it was the war fought against the Valkyries. Says so in this book.&amp;#8221; She handed me her book, and I handed mine to her. Her book didn&amp;#8217;t smell as horrible as mine did, but it had pictures with little passages. Pictures taken thousands of years ago, of angels with armor, and Valkyries slain across the plains. I continued thumbing through the book, until one particular image, caught my attention. It was of my father, my mother, and a woman I had never seen before, at least not yet. The passage was as follows:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Dark War ends in victory. Princess Celeste and her parents, King &amp;amp; Queen Kavore stand as the victors of this war. We owe our lives to these people. Let Ion remain angel territory!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I slammed the book. Celeste was the woman that Magalyoni was ranting about in Marchanta. She was also the woman my mother and father did not want me to know about. Why didn&amp;#8217;t they want me to know about my sister? Where is she know? Why didn&amp;#8217;t Darren warn me about this? I slammed the book and turned back to Deadra, who&amp;#8217;s mouth was wide open in a perfect &amp;#8220;o&amp;#8221;, eyes wide.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Aydaline, you have to see this.&amp;#8221; She whispered, her mouth still open. I walked to her side, and took a look at the picture. For the first time, in a long time, I was confused. I was a bit taken aback, maybe even a little scared. The page was covered in picture of three women, all beautiful and strong. On the left, stood my mother, looking the same as she does now. In the middle, stood Celeste, which wasn&amp;#8217;t as alarming but still. The person at the end is what caught me off guard. She looked the same as when I saw her a few days ago, but with white wings and a smile. Magalyoni stood next to them, smiling and proud. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Somethings not right.&amp;#8221; Deadra said dryly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I nodded, then slammed the book shut. I grabbed it from her hands, and stalked out of the dome room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Wait up!&amp;#8221; Deadra yelled from behind me, her voice fading.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why is my family friends with the spawn of all evil? I kept repeating that question over and over in my head, thinking it will make sense eventually, but it didn&amp;#8217;t. It just angered me. When I finally made it to the throne room, everyone was there, staring me in the face. My parents were trying to keep their composure, my fathers hands balled into fists, his wings flapping a little too fast.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We need, to talk.&amp;#8221; My mother murmured.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yeah,&amp;#8221; I roared, &amp;#8220;we do.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The room fell silent, as everyone followed my parents out of the room, down the hall, and into the assembly room. It was bright, with numerous amounts of tables and chairs. They picked to sit at the one at the head of the room. I sat next to Deadra, squeezing her hand under the table. I knew that my world, our world, was just about to get more complicated. I looked over to Zeke, who glanced at me, then quickly smiled before turning away. I felt bad for him, I felt bad for all of us. The silence was deafening at this point, but I needed to know about the Dark War. My father took a long breath before speaking, and once he started, everything had began to change.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://naturaldecay.tumblr.com/post/29431248455</link><guid>http://naturaldecay.tumblr.com/post/29431248455</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 17:19:00 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
