Hodhandr

Name: Sai World: Raenon(Age of Enlightenment, dawn of magitek) Title(s): “Lil’ Wyvern” - “The Serpent Mage” - “Gatemage” - “Stoneender” - “Doommage” Age: Unknown, two days in Raenon as of the Gates’ activating. Visual/physical age: 13-17 Height: 144 cm (4’9”) Weight: 38kg (83.5pounds) Appearance: Sai has vivid green eyes that often seem to glow in the dark(reflections, like a cat’s), and a face that has been described as “almost like a doll.” She has straight, dark, shoulderlong hair, sometimes in a ponytail, but usually not. As she wears he

Once upon a time. A knight rode rode a night A knight o' night Finally The sun rises The knight rode on. Because I lied.

When it's time to choose, but you got no answer? When you must do, but can't choose? When it's time, what do I do?

I use it to build and create, explore and experience, play and learn. I use it as a tool, as a friend, as a toy But imagination is still just imagination.

The door opens. A wretched figure walks in. A gust of wind, the door closes behind it. It looks around, with hungry eyes. It's all quiet now, everyone is looking at it. Slowly they return to what they were doing, But no one talks. They don't want its attention. [Information in Description.]

I strapped on my vambraces; the only pieces of heavy armor I actually wear. They are made from tempered rithium, have a small strength crystal inlaid at one side, and have a leather padding to be more comfy and also add a slight amount of defense. "I'm ready," I said and shook the challenger's hand, accepting and starting the duel. The moment it took to be teleported to the arena I closed my eyes, and as I opened them again I formed a medium-length sword from the light-substance (the developers should give it an actual name...) and readied a fight pose. I knew from before that the enemy player was a battlemage of sorts, using fire and kineti

Three kids hiding, one that seeks. Four kids playing, in the haunted house that reeks. One kid hiding, in a bush with leaves and thorns, two eyes watching, with fangs and claws and horns. One kid running, fleeing from the past, three ghosts moaning, heading for the last. One kid seeking, heading for demise, black creatures stalking, looking through snake-eyes. One kid screaming, a sound to never stop, one corpse rotting, underneath the drop. Three kids hiding, one that seeks. Four kids lying, either dead or weak

Gray clouds have gathered, blocking out the sun, gray clouds are falling, making people run. Roads are still dry, clouds still falling down, roads are getting wet, all over town. The little puddles of rain, forming everywhere, often bit of a pain, the little puddles of rain. Running through the muddy fields, no umbrella shields, stepping in the small puddles, hopping over bigger hurdles, running as it rains. There, a droplet, here, one too. Rain falls heavy, on me, on you. The short, small legs are still running, jumping here and hopping there, two pair of legs are still running, home to mom, home to warmth, home to t