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Mar 19, 2004
yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fear my white dragon-ish-ness!!!!
Posted at 07:21 pm by laih09
Feb 23, 2004
Very long time later, since Dezra now appears 23. Remember, she's an elf, now imagine how many years have passed.
Through all the dirt and grime, Dezra's feature's were barely noticable. After being taken captive from her home, she now worked on an ork farm, far from the Misty Mtns. or any other place recognizable. No-one knew how long she had been there, suffering from malnutrition and pain. The orks didn't kill her, just beat her until she couldn't even make a protest. They used her gift of long life by making her work on the farm. So, she'd spend days of beating and hard work, longing for death to come. But the ork's knew of this, and let her live in pain. But only if they knew...
Carefully, Dezra worked in the little moonlight that passed through the holes in her so called ''shed.''
Finally, she threw the flint knife away, looking at her crude, yet efficiant arrow. It would be able to do the job, she would finally be able to avenge her parent's death.Quietly, she laid it near the pile of about 60 arrows she had been working on for the past 3 months.She silently admired her bow, and with all the engravings she had put into it, it resembled some of the bows she had used so long ago. Yes, her parents had taught her wisely. Not only in the ways of war and combat, but also how to control the special talent Dezra posessed. ( if any of you have watched LOTR, and how Arwin could control water with all the special elvin magic, you'll know what i'm talking about) Being of the royal family in Rockwell, she was granted with the power to soothe and control usually powerful, vicious animals. She could, very carefully, bring out of the even most deranged, mutated animal, what it was truly meant to be. This task however, would wear out Dezra near fainting or death considering the state the animal was in. Suddenly, remebering she only had a few hours to recooperate, Dezra placed the bow in the hole with the arrows. Carefully but firmly, she patted the few inches of dirt over them. She could only hope noone found them, or all her hopes for revenge were gone. Posted at 05:49 pm by laih09
Feb 16, 2004
MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted at 01:59 am by laih09
Feb 3, 2004
Hi ya'll (excuse mycountry) here's a fan fic on LOTR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!HE'S MINE ASHLEY!!!!
The note under the pillow read,
''dezra,
run, run and leave Rockwell. your father and i have put you in a shelter and left for battle against the orks. unfortunately the shelter might not stay hidden to long so leave once you're finished w/ this letter. your father may never see you again but we will always love you.
love mother.''
as young dezra,8 in maturity level , read the note , she noticed tears coming to her eyes. dezra was an elf like her parents. though elves are usually immortal from old age, they can die from dieses, and namely battle. dezra quickly pulled her long, blonde braided hair back in a bun. Then, grabbing the satchel next to her , she cracked the shelter door open. Death, blood and sorrow filled the air w/ a dreadful smell. Looking before she head out ,she quickly headed out down the path to Fangorn Forest. suddenly an ork jumped out from behind her and hit her over the head.
Posted at 06:25 pm by laih09
Jan 30, 2004
Wings of Steel!!!!!!! mwah-hah hah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You have wings of STEEL. No one's really
sure why, but at this point in your life you've
shut off emotion to the point of extreme
apathy. You are cold and indifferent much of
the time...or perhaps you're just a good
pretender. Next to impossible to get close to,
even those who do never see the real you. It's
entirely possible that YOU don't even know the
real you. You have a certain fascination or
attraction to destruction on a massive scale -
disasters, perhaps even death or the concept of
the Apocalypse. Because you hold so much
inside, one day you're simply going to snap.
Then the mask will fall away, and your true
wings will be revealed. Until then you will
deal with whatever comes your way in icy bitter
silence and acceptance. On the positive side,
you are fearless and immeasurably strong - not
much can crack through your defenses. You
intrigue people, who can't help but wonder why
you're the way you are. A loner and one who
spends much of their time brooding and
contemplating life and death - you are a time
bomb waiting to explode and create some
destruction of your own.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
brought to you by QuizillaPosted at 06:03 pm by laih09
Jan 16, 2004
i know this is supposed to be an on-line sort of diary thingy, but i want it to be more of an online story/fan-fic. so, i don't care if you care so leave and see if i care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted at 09:27 pm by laih09
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