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valiart · 3 months ago

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Fluffvember 1 - Cooking

I'm on Bluesky a lot more now (https://bsky.app/profile/valiantly.bsky.social) and there's an event called Fluffvember for fluffy fics. I don't do much fanfic, so i thought I'd do fanfic of my OCs, because fuck it. So please have a small vignette about cooking some mammoth meat and feeling bad about capitalism (below the break)

Sook stared up at her elven lover dragging a steak as wide as she was tall through the balcony door on a sled. Her jetbike hummed to itself outside. The cityscape behind her was lost in the morning fog. Her ears were long and floppy from exertion. Her black hair was pinned back with a single shard of grey bone. She wore naught but a battered white tank-top and a pair of black joggers with WITCH ASS written on the, well, ass.

Sook suppressed the primal emotions that surged through her at the sight of her magical partner and looked down at the handwritten recipe in a language she didn’t speak.

“Are you sure this calls for mammoth meat?” Sook asked.

“Oh yeah, this is my grandma’s recipe.” Nil said. Her ears perked right up, twitching at the tips from excitement. “My mom wrote it down centuries ago, but I’ve never made it myself.”

“I thought mammoths were extinct…” Sook said, staring down at the table-sized slab of red meat, dripping through the layers of parchment paper it lay upon.

Nil brushed her bloody hands together. “Hm? Maybe on your world. We had plenty. God, they used to chase them into canyons to kill dozens at a time. We stopped doing that, obviously. But a few herds came over in the Pulse, and I have some friends who still hunt them. Burned a favor to get this, but it’s worth it.”

“Are you sure?” Sook said. She had been raised on the hautest of cuisine, the fare only billionaire heirs could afford. There was always talk of cloning mammoth meat, but it’d never been done to anyone’s satisfaction. Besides, she didn’t eat elephant—why would hair make any difference?

“Aren’t mammoths intelligent?”

“All animals are smart.” Nil said with a shrug. “It’s just different scales of smartness. I feel just as bad for digging up an anthill, or having chicken wings. We don’t actually value a life on intelligence. If we did, we wouldn’t eat mushrooms or cut down trees. And don’t talk to me about how the mushroom is just the fruiting body,” she said, apparently reading Sook’s mind. “The point is that fungi are smart.”

“Alright, alright!” Sook said. She looked to Nil’s less-than-spotless kitchen for the next step. Besides cleaning it, which she had spent the better part of the morning doing. The lack of any cleaning materials had made it more difficult than she’d expected, but it was good enough for government work, as her father had always said.

“I’ll just tidy up the kitch a bit here.” Nil said.

“Oh, I already—”

Nil strode forward, uttered a few intangible phrases and whispered the scent of a spring breeze across the flat. The kitchen jiggled for a moment, then popped into cleanliness, as though it had never been dirty in its life.

Sook stared at the literally sparkling kitchen with daggers figuratively shooting from her eyes. “Could you have done that the whole time?” She asked.

“Hm?” Nil hauled the steak inside, evidently not noticing Sook’s increasing rage.

“I just spent two hours cleaning that kitchen and you sparked it to pristine in a second.”

“Ohhh, sorry!” Nil said, scrounging through the cupboards. She disappeared inside one for some time, then re-emerged carrying the largest dutch oven Sook had ever seen. She set it on top of the stove and turned every single burner on.

“That’s my bad,” Nil said. “I should have told you not to worry about it. It takes energy to cast that spell so I just don’t bother most of the time. For you I wanted it to be clean.”

“Then why didn’t y ou clean it last night?” Sook asked, arms crossed.

“Well, we weren’t using the kitchen…” Nil said, with the most infuriating smirk twisting across her face.

“You are insufferable.” Sook said, but the taste of Nil was still on her lips. She still felt Nil’s skin pressed against her own. The way she’d taken control, the way she’d made Sook beg and plead and moan…

She could forgive a little mess.

Nil rattled off a list of ingredients and where to find them. Sook found herself travelling across the flat back and forth in a haphazard trot. Salt was next to the sacrificial altar. Flour was in the pantry, next to the box of grenades. The spices were all growing in what had been the master bedroom but was now a makeshift greenhouse, lit with a combination of modern SAD lamps and luminous sprites.

“Oh, fuck, we need tomatoes.” Nil said.

“You had those on Khesper?” Sook asked, dumping an armful of herbs on the marble kitchen counter.

“Oh sure, the ancestors brought a lot of cuttings through the gates. Stupid not to. Can you run down to the store and grab a few cans?”

“What, you can’t magic some up?” Sook said, mostly joking.

Nil shook her head. “Not without paying in blood. Food is expensive, moreso than moving stone or changing temperature. Food is life. Not only is it calorie-rich, but the concept of sustenance is a powerful one, a basis of the most elder spirits. Eating it staves off death. Growing it makes new life. Stealing it can either sustain or destroy, sometimes both.” She opened a drawer and began digging through onions. “I don’t fuck around with food.”

Sook threw up her hands in defeat. “Alright! Food is more dangerous magic than fireballs. Got it. I’ll go buy tomatoes.”

Nil’s apartment, much like the rest of the Entertainment District, was abandoned to the point that the elevator no longer worked. Like everywhere else around here, the basement and first floor were flooded. She had to go out and ask the bike for help. Fuse, Nil had called him.

“Um, can you take me to the store?” She asked. Fuse whirred his thrust vector flaps in assent, displaying a bunch of dollar sign and pixellated store emojis on his handlebar screen. She somewhat hesitantly climbed aboard—she’d never ridden him without Nil and her magical safety precautions. But Fuse did not screech to Mach 5 or flip her upside-down. He gently took off from the balcony and drifted down the building like a hot-dog shaped balloon. At about five-storey height he angled his thrusters down and back and puttered to a corner store on a pier whose name was an incomprehensible combination of sputtering chinese neon lights, orkish graffiti, and the word MART.

The storekeep, some kind of moss-colored halfling or gnome or goblin, Sook wasn’t really sure which, didn’t look up from their tablet until she came to the till with every can of crushed tomatoes they had.

“You’re not Miss Shadow.” The storekeep said.

“No…” Sook said.

“But Fuse dropped you off. Hm.” They nodded at the door. “Off with you then.”

“I haven’t paid.”

“Miss Shadow don’t pay. And you’re runnin’ her errands.” They said. They looked back down at their tablet with a finality she understood well.

Sook climbed back aboard Fuse with a bag full of cans and pondered just who she’d fallen in with on her way back. She was a billionaire. She could’ve paid. Should’ve, considering the state of the shop and the neighborhood. But that storekeep didn’t want the money. They didn’t care about a few cans of tomatoes. They cared about whatever it was Nil did for them.

Sook rode back through the dilapidated towers of the district, over little water busses and kayaks, over piers bustling with flea markets and people looking to trade trash for trash. She wondered what these people would eat for dinner. Probably not braised mammoth. Maybe not even real food at all.

Fuse dropped her off on the balcony. Sook opened the door, and steam rushed past her, carrying the scent of spices, fried meat, and hot oil. She promptly began salivating.

“Okay it smells delicious in here.” Sook said. She dumped the bag of tomatoes down next to a pile of skulls with runes burned black into their bleached bones. One tumbled down onto a separate pile of old phones, some of which were growing a strange orange fungus that gave off an aura of disquiet and craving. She tried not to think about that.

Nil screamed and grunted. Sook almost asked what was wrong, then saw that Nil was simply trying to heave the mammoth steak over to brown the other side, and failing.

“Sweetie, let me.” Sook said. She reached into the pot, ignoring the steam, and manually flipped the steak over with a single fluid motion. The steak sizzled in the pot. She held her hands out to Nil.

“Cleaning, please.”

Nil waved her hands. “Of course, my gallant knight.” Then, instead of casting a spell, she leaned forward and sucked on Sook’s fingers, gently teasing the spices, blood, and oil from Sook’s fingers with her tongue, warm and moist and strong.

Sook gasped for more than one reason, and pulled her hands back.

“That’s unsanitary!” Sook said.

“Mm, darling, but you aren’t cooked either, and I ate you last night.”

“THAT IS VERY DIFFERENT!”

Nil laughed, a high, haughty thing, and grinned at her evilly. “My love, you have no idea what elves do for food, do you? It’s either the blood of the hunt or something that’s stewed for three days. This is a quick lunch I’m making here.”

“I’d hate to see what’s a family meal for you.”

Nil’s black-painted lips curled up in a smirk.

“You’ll see.” She said. It sounded more like a promise than a wisecrack.

Sook went to the sink, found a long-abandoned bar of soap, and washed her hands with a jug of water. She grabbed a can of tomatoes and plunked it down next to the pot.

“Hey, so. I was thinking. This meal is huge, right? We can’t possibly eat it all. This district is poor as shit, right? Shouldn’t we share it? I mean, you’re a fucking wizard, and I’m rich. It feels wrong to keep this to ourselves. I just feel guilty. I feel like I’m not even part of this world. We got the tomatoes for free from the shopkeep because apparently they owe you. I just… I’m tired of taking all the time. I want to give.”

Nil cocked her head quizzically, like a dog that had just heard the letters W A L K. Her expression softened as she saw Sook’s sincerity. She reached up and tenderly cupped Sook’s cheek.

“Darling, what do you think we were gonna do with all this meat?”

#nap city beats #fluffvember #my ocs #oc #writing

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whisperthatruns · 1 year ago

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Sisters

Back when we were witches, and we said about the little one We'll test her powers soon, I was always having the dream where I climb up a hill and then fall off the earth. I'm grown now so I dream about the work waiting on my desk and, under the desk, the mice. I remember jelly shoes and jelly sandwiches, Skin So Soft and No More Tears, our mother burying arrowheads for us to find in the backyard. When the shark head washed up, I held my breath and tugged loose some teeth--- I'm always taking the sea out of the sea. I thought the bad things in my head could come true, which meant I was afraid and believed in my own power. It was the summer my sister let the tomcat in, chipmunk thrashing in his mouth, and our mother shouted Jesus Fucking Christ so the neighbors never said hello again, and the summer and the years of unsleep after I found our grandfather dead in the cellar, on the floor that was good for his back. In time we forgot his voice and would swear on his grave to make each other shiver. We knew yellow honeysuckle was sweeter than white. I kissed my sisters during house, and other games like shipwreck and mental institution. Without a brother it didn't feel dirty. In the outdoor shower we'd press wet outlines to the wood to see who was tall and who was thin, and I was neither.

The soap in the clamshell, gritty with sand, stung like other shameful things: when I dug my chin into my sister's unfused skull, because my mother said be careful of her soft spot,

or when I licked the dog's face when I thought no one was watching, and I wanted to give him something he would understand. The fur stuck to my tongue.

We were learning the one who has the power is the one who cares the least, cigarettes will kill you, blond is beautiful.

At the Grand Canyon, our mother wouldn't go near our father. He wouldn't but just in case.

One day I'll lose my mind over a boy who won't want me and my mother will try to put me in perspective, like adjusting a camera. Imagine if I died how much worse you would feel, she'll say helpfully.

I'll get skinny, everyone will think it's great. Until Psych Services will dispense the pills that make that make me fatter, and happier, and probably save my life. I'll tell her

there was a time when one of us was always crying, except for the youngest who said Sometimes I wish I could care, but I just don't.

So this was her power, finally arrived.

Laura Cresté, You Should Feel Bad (The Poetry Society of America, 2020)

#laura creste #sisters #you should feel bad #poetry

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aikoiya · 1 year ago

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LoZ: Wild - Beastiary Expansion

Canon Wild Animals:

Horse = Greater Hyrule.

- Giant Horse = Taobab Grasslands & Hateno Beach.

- White Horse = Safula Hill & Deep Akkala.

- Giant White Stallion = Inside Ibara Butte.

- Golden Horse = North Tabantha Snowfield.

- Stalhorse = Depths & Sanidin Park near Satori Mountain.

Donkey = Domestic. Greater Hyrule.

Sand Seal = (Odobenus roseremus) Gerudo Desert. Something interesting of note. Sand Seals are actually more akin to walruses &, like walruses, they can lose their tusks. The reason being that they grow continuously & they frequently outgrow their tusk caps. This results in the tusks loosening & falling out. Because of this, Erepinnipediculture suddenly becomes a major source of trade revolving around ivory production.

Bushy-Tailed Squirrel = Hyrule Field & Satori Mountain.

Woodland Boar = Hyrule Field & West Necluda.

- Red-Tusked Boar = Hyrule Ridge & Akkala Highlands.

Mountain Goat = East Necluda & Great Hyrule Forest.

- White Goat = Domestic. East Necluda & Hyrule Ridge.

Mountain Deer (Buck & Doe) = Lanayru, Eldin, & Hyrule Field.

Water Buffalo = Lanayru Wetlands, Hyrule Ridge, & Faron Jungle.

Hateno Cow = Domestic. Hateno Village & Lurelin Village.

Highland Sheep = Domestic. East Necluda & Akkala Highlands.

Grassland Fox = Hyrule Field, Hyrule Ridge, & Lanayru Great Spring.

- Snowcoat Fox = Hebra & Gerudo Highlands.

Maraudo Wolf = Hebra & Eldin.

- Wasteland Coyote = Gerudo Desert & Gerudo Canyon.

- Cold-Footed Wolf = Hebra & Gerudo Highlands.

Tabantha Moose = Hebra & Gerudo Highlands.

Dondon = Bronas Forest.

Honeyvore Bear = Hyrule Ridge & West Necluda.

- Grizzlemaw Bear = Hebra & Gerudo Highlands.

Hylian Retriever = Domestic. Greater Hyrule.

Blupee = Greater Hyrule, near cave entrances & in the Blupee Burrow.

- Bubblefrog = Greater Hyrule, in caves.

Common Sparrow = Hyrule Ridge & Lanayru Great Spring.

- Red Sparrow = Hebra & Hyrule Ridge.

- Blue Sparrow = Lanayru Great Spring & East Necluda.

- Rainbow Sparrow = Faron Grasslands & East Necluda.

- Sand Sparrow = Gerudo Desert.

- Golden Sparrow = Eldin Canyon & Great Sky Island.

Wood Pidgeon = Hyrule Field & Hyrule Ridge.

- Rainbow Pidgeon = Hyrule Ridge & Akkala Highlands.

- Hotfeather Pidgeon = Eldin Sky & Eldin Canyon.

- White Pidgeon = Hebra & Gerudo Highlands.

- Accented Pidgeon = Great Sky Island & East Gerudo Sky.

Mountain Crow = Great Hyrule Forest & Hyrule Ridge.

Bright-Crested Duck = Hyrule Ridge & Lanayru Wetlands.

Blue-Winged Heron = Great Sky Island, Lanayru Wetlands, & Faron.

- Pink Heron = Hyrule Field & Central Hyrule Sky.

Islander Hawk = Hyrule Ridge & Gerudo Canyon.

Seagull = Necluda Sea & Lanayru Sea.

- Cloud Seagull = Great Sky Island & North Necluda Sky.

Eldin Ostrich = Eldin.

- Forest Ostrich = Great Sky Island & South Lanayru Sky.

Cucco = Domestic. Greater Hyrule.

Animals that Should Be in the Wild Series:

Faron Dusk Monkeys (Technically TP) = Faron & Ordona. - Inspired by the Monkeys from Twilight Princess, but also Dusky Titi Monkeys. I really like those!

Elk (BotW: Second Wind Mod) = Central Hyrule.

Marriage Doves = Necluda & East Faron Coast. These lovely white birds with pink, heart-shaped beaks are born with only one wing each (males a right wing & females a left wing) & mate for life. It's only when they find their mate, always of the opposite wing, that the pair are finally able to fly. - Inspired by Jian Birds.

Mountain Crows (MC & MM) = The little fuckers that steal your rupees. Even though they are commonly depicted as being the familiars of evil witches, this is actually due to how they are associated with death. In reality, most animals refuse to associate with users of black magic due to its corruptive nature. In fact, Corvids tend to despise those who use black magic & will attack viciously & in groups. Crows typically only attack Links for their Rupees due to how shiny they are.

Ravens = Actually much more chill than Crows & not as likely to attack people for their shinies. If one were to compare Crows with muggers, then Ravens are more akin to pickpockets. Even though they are commonly depicted as being the familiars of evil witches, this is actually due to how they are associated with death. In reality, most animals are much more likely to attack users of black magic due to its corruptive nature. In fact, Corvids tend to despise those who use black magic & will attack viciously & in groups. Ravens generally don't physically attack people unless they've done something to specifically legitimately piss them off such as use black magic. Oddly slow to true anger & will mostly instead choose to play petty pranks on people who've angered them. Ravens typically actually have very little issue with Links unless they do something to stir their ire. They'll still steal from Link's, but they won't attack them.

Crown-Crested Swans = A type of swan that bears a crest of golden feathers upon its head that greatly resembles a crown from the side. The feathers of its wings & tail also turn sky blue at the tips. Can be either domestic or wild. The Royal Family used to raise them in the Castle Gardens. They mostly live in Central Hyrule, but you can still find a handful in Necluda & Lanayru. Though, you really only see wild ones out that far & it's best to just leave them be. Can be aggressive fuckers despite how pretty they are.

Loftwings (SS) = Domestic. Sky Islands. - Resembles a shoebill.

Remlits (SS) = Domestic. Sky Islands. The unevolved cousin to the Zonai.

Shroom-Snout Swine = Domestic. Greater Hyrule. Used to hunt for mushrooms, especially buried Hearty Truffles & Big Hearty Truffles. - Technically, you could call it a reference to the Pig Mask from MM.

Mystathi Pig = () These pigs are descended from the ancient War Boars of the Desert Gerudo. In order to survive the cold, they've developed a thick coat of curly hair resembling that of a sheep. Somehow, they have also managed to retain the rather threatening tusks from their larger, more battle-hardened ancestors. And though not quite as talented of a fungus-sniffer as their less hairy distant cousins, they remain very skilled at it. - Inspired by the Mangalitza Pig.

Bighorn Sheep = Domestic. Gerudo Region, both desert & highlands. Used for their milk & their wool which is good for both desert & snowy mountain climates depending on whether the wool is summer weight or winter weight. Highland-dwelling Bighorn Sheep have noticeably thicker coats.

War Boars (TP) = Gerudo Desert. These giant boars used to be used as war mounts by the Gerudo. Not nearly as quick as their horses, but definitely more powerful & durable. Not to mention dangerous with those tusks.

Dunerunner Ostriches = Gerudo Desert. Can be domesticated, but takes skill to do so. Faster on the sand than War Boars or Sand Seals & some can be even faster than horses, but they are also far more difficult to tame & ride than horses. They're also not suitable for Gerudo mounts & are thus more likely to be raised for their eggs. However, Hylians are the perfect size to ride one.

Rainbow Peacocks = Gerudo Oases, Gerudo Town, & Faron Jungle. Also called Oasis Peacocks.

Dusttail Foxes = Gerudo Desert. - Inspired by Fennec Foxes.

Lanayru Serpents = The waters of Lanayru & Necluda.

- Sand Vipers = Gerudo Desert. Very poisonous.

- Gerudo Cobras = Gerudo Desert. Very poisonous. It's hood is used as the symbol representative of the Gerudo as a whole.

- Royal Cobras = Gerudo Desert. An extremely poisonous snake. Heavily associated with Gerudo Royalty. The pattern on the back of the hood is different depending on whether it is male or female. Gerudo Kings by blood get the mark on the hood of male Royal Cobras tattooed onto their body. The same is said of Gerudo Queens by birth getting a tattoo of the female Royal Cobra's hood. Male Royal Cobras are referred to as kings & the females as queens.

Cobra Sharks = Lives in the Gerudo Desert, in flowing sand. Though, they're tenacious & vindictive motherhubbards, & if they really have it out for you, they'll jump onto the more solid sand & are even able to follow their prey quite a while before eventually losing traction. At that point, they are basically 'dead in the water' & will die anyway, so might as well make their deaths worth something. They have a type of enzyme in their gums that facilitates infection in those they bite in a similar way to venom, thus earning them their name. Due to living in sand, they have no eyes & instead, navigate mainly by scent & sound. Unlike most sandfish, this one needs to be lured to the surface & killed manually, best to use spears. The Gerudo refer to them as Kōbra Samàqen. - Resembles a Zebra Shark if they had stripes instead of spots. Note: Finning is illegal even in Hyrule & the law is enforced strictly. Also, please note that Shark Fin doesn't actually have any flavor. The reason its fins are used is so that no part of the shark is wasted. However, Shark Meat is delicious. Each shark gives 4-8 Shark Fins, 3-5 Shark Meat, 1-3 Shark Bones, & between 5 & as many as 10 Shark Teeth, but higher numbers have decreasing potentiality.

Roc = A massive-ass, fuck-off desert bird so large that its wings block out the sun & a beat from them causes gale force sand tornadoes. Its feathers are imbued with wind magic & were once used to make Roc Capes, which allowed the wearer to jump high, long distances, & even glide. Much like the Sīmurgh, can pick up & carry off full-grown Molduga. This makes it the natural predator of said Molduga. Acts as a sort of secret boss despite not being monsters. Though, they do tend to cause issues for people by taking livestock.

Gerudàn Horses (OoT, BotW, & TotK) = Basically the Giant Horse, but more than one & these ones are specifically bred & raised by the Gerudo, which they use as calvary & in horseback archery. The only horses that can travel the desert as they are specifically trained to do so. The Gerudo also know how to forge special horseshoes that helps them distribute their weight, thus allowing them to travel more quickly over the sand. The only horses that can carry a full-grown Gerudo.

Goponga Alligator = Lanayru, mostly around the Lanayru Swamplands & Lanayru Great Spring areas.

- Faron Crocodile = Faron Jungle only.

Oxen Sharks = The Oxen Shark swims all along the Faron-Necludic Coast. Their population is strictly regulated. As such, they are sustainable enough to be eaten if a person only catches one. Faron Coastal residents will often catch one or two & have little parties where the featured ingredient is shark as they use as much of the animal as possible. The Sheikah refer to Oxen Sharks as Oushizame (牡牛ザメ, direct translation). Residents of Lurelin refer to them as Kauo Niuhi. - Note: Finning is illegal even in Hyrule & the law is enforced strictly. Also, please note that Shark Fin doesn't actually have any flavor. The reason its fins are used is so that no part of the shark is wasted. However, Shark Meat is delicious. Each shark gives 4-8 Shark Fins, 3-5 Shark Meat, 1-3 Shark Bones, & between 5 & as many as 10 Shark Teeth, but higher numbers have decreasing potentiality.

Ordon Goats (TP) = Both Wild & Domestic. Ordona & seasonally Gerudo. Unique in that they're much larger than other goats with gray-ish blue fur & horns that form a complete circle or ovoid atop their heads. So large, in fact, that the average Hylian can ride a fully-grown one. Their milk has a distinct taste that separates it from that of other goats. While they can also be found in the Gerudo Region during certain seasons, they mostly dwell in Ordona as that is where they are native. As such, the Gerudo know how to care for them, but not nearly to the same degree as Ordonians. - The Faron Grasslands being renamed Ordona here.

Flamingos = Faron, especially Lurelin.

Cats (TP & MC) = Domestic. Greater Hyrule. Why are there no cats?? Maybe a few of different kinds like Tabbies, Oranges, Calicos.

- Mountain Cats = Wild & dangerous. Lives on forested mountains all over Hyrule, including Central Hyrule, Necluda, Lanayru, & Akkala. - A mix of Bobcats & Mountain Lions.

- Mountain Tigers = Wild & dangerous. Lives in the Hebra Mountains. - Like a mix between a Mountain Lion & a White Bengal Tiger.

- Jungle Tigers = Wild & extremely dangerous. Ferocious. Lives in the Faron Jungle & will occasionally wander into the Faron East Coast. Caution: Extremely dangerous because water won't stop them as they actually quite enjoy swimming. One of the most dangerous predators in Hyrule that isn't a monster. Superseded by Lynels. At least, one on one. The 2 creatures have only been noted to meet once or twice as most Lynels prefer open areas while Jungle Tigers prefer densely wooded areas. The one known time they have been recorded to meet, it was a Red Lynel who had trespassed in the Faron East Coast. While the Lynel managed to fight off the solo Jungle Tiger, it later came back with its pride & they managed to kill the Lynel by luring it into uneven terrain & sneak attacking it before piling on top of him, though not without losing a few. It has thus been concluded that while not as dangerous alone as even a Red Lynel on their own, they have the advantage of being more cooperative than Lynels, who are solitary by nature. - Like a larger Bengal Tiger, but with saberteeth.

- Sand Cats = Domestic. Lives in the Gerudo Desert. Very, very small, but very, very deadly if provoked. And, are known for possessing a 90% kill success rate. Fantastic hunters & trackers. And extremely sassy. A bit smaller than the typical housecat. May share a common ancestor with Remlits. - Inspired by IRL Sand Cats & Black-Footed Cats, but spotted like cheetahs instead of striped & possessing long claws.

- Snow Cats = Domestic. Lives in the Gerudo Highlands. Very, very small, but very, very deadly if provoked. And known for having a 60% kill success rate. Fantastic hunters & trackers. And extremely sassy. Used to be Sand Cats until they migrated with their mistresses to live in the Highlands. May share a common ancestor with Remlits. - Inspired by Sand Cats, Black-Footed Cats, Snow Leopards, & Maine Coons. The coloration & patterning of Snow Leopards, the long, fluffy fur of Maine Coons, & the broad ears & size of Sand Cats. Also having very long claws.

- Dune Leopards = The wild cousin of the Sand Cat. From which the Sand Cats were domesticated from. - Imagine a spotted Sand Cat about the size of a Bobcat.

Highland Yaks = Domestic. Gerudo Highlands. Used for yak wool & yak milk.

Meadow Rabbits = Hyrule Field.

- Snowdrift Rabbits = Hebra & the Gerudo Highlands.

- Wasteland Hare = Gerudo Desert, Gerudo Canyon, & the Ordona Grasslands.

- Jackalope = Gerudo Desert, Gerudo Canyon, & the Ordona Grasslands. An extremely rare hare with antlers. Often mistaken for Blupees at night, so it isn't unusual to shoot them by accident only for the hunter to feel somewhat guilty when instead of some quick change, he finds the corpse of an antlered hare. It's considered a mixed bag of sorts as the feet are considered good luck, but the antlers are bad luck. As a result, people tend to view them as fae of sorts. Some people speculate that Jackalopes are actually male Wasteland Hares as no one has really seemed to catch a male hare before.

Forest Owls = Wooded areas. Nocturnal.

- Snow Owls = Wooded areas in Hebra. Nocturnal. Often mistaken for ghosts due to how silently they can fly, their ghostly white color, the tapetum lucidum in their eyes, & the fact that they're only seen at night.

Tabantha Oxen = Domestic. Tabantha Tundra. Provides Fresh Milk.

Lon Lon Cows (OoT & MC technically) = A bovine raised exclusively at Lon Lon Ranch. They have a mostly cream-colored coat, speckled sparingly with small black & peachy pink-colored splotches (more pink splotches than black ones) & even more sparingly with larger tan splotches. They also tend to have star-shaped patterns on their foreheads. - Inspired by Star Cows & Marbled Cows from A Wonderful Life.

Big-Horned Rhinoceros = Hebra Mountains & Gerudo Highlands. The fuck did they go???

Dolphins = Because cool. Not rapists of the sea here. Faron & Necluda Seas.

Unicorns = Because why not? Old forests of Greater Hyrule. Its horn gives it access to purifying & healing magic.

Pegasi = Because Pegasus Boots but no pegasi?? Sky Islands.

Hippocampi = Because need more aquatic animals. Faron & Necluda Seas.

- Horned Hippocampi = Has a narwhal-like horn on its forehead that it uses to channel magic & control the currents around it.

- Finned Hippocampi = Has back fins similar to that of a flying fish, allowing it to jump out of the water & glide a short distance.

Phoenix = Very Rare. Sky Islands & Eldin Region. Can be killed, but it's considered bad luck. When killed it bursts into flames & crumbles into ash before leaving behind a few drops. It's implied that the Pheonix isn't actually dead, rather restarting its life cycle. However, being forced to repeat said cycle when they don't need to is actually very frustrating & inconvenient, not to mention rude. In the beginning, the Phoenixes are corrupted by evil & are instead called Furnixes. After purifying their queen & helping her with a purifying ritual, the Phoenixes return to their original states & gift Link with rare drops whenever they see him. Or in the case of Link being in battle at the time, they will come to his aid.

- Phoenix Queen = The benevolent monarch of the Phoenixes. Very large & resembles the Fenghuang, having peacock-like traits. When Link meets her, she is known as the Furnix Queen & acts as a boss, however upon defeating her (specifically with the Master Sword, a Light Arrow, or some form of Light or Twilight Magic), she bursts into flames & her ashes fall upon the ground. If Link later returns to the place where he defeated her & the thing that dealt the final blow was either the Master Sword or some form of Light or Twilight Magic, then in the place of the Furnix Queen will be the Phoenix Queen, who will thank Link graciously for purifying her. She will then request that he aid her in a ritual that will purify all her kin. After which, all the Furnixes will change to Phoenixes.

Canon Wild Monsters:

Chuchu

- Fire Chuchu

- Ice Chuchu

- Electric Chuchu

Keese

- Fire Keese

- Ice Keese

- Electric Keese

Water Octorok

- Forest Octorok

- Rock Octorok

- Snow Octorok

- Treasure Octorok

- Mucktorok

Fire Wizzrobe

- Ice Wizzrobe

- Electric Wizzrobe

Meteo Wizzrobe

- Blizzrobe

- Thunder Wizzrobe

Like Like

- Fire Like

- Ice Like

- Shock Like

- Rock Like

- Sludge Like

Evermean

Aerocuda

Gibdo = Not actually a Gibdo. Merely a Gerudo corpse puppeted by Necromorths (the eggs of a Queen Necromothula) or a Necropillar. - New Classification: Necromorth Host.

- Moth Gibdo = Not a true Gibdo. Rather the corpse of a Gerudo that is being piloted by a Necromothula. - New Classification: Necromothula Host.

- Queen Gibdo = Not a true Gibdo. In actuality, she is the result of an Everlost Silkworm ingesting a Puffstool that had been the result of a corrupted Orphiocordyceps sinensis. As she was digesting it, she proceeded to go through chrysilization. It was only upon going inside that the digestion was completed & the fusion went underway. Once metamorphosis was complete, she came out as what we see in the game. - New Classification: Queen Necromothula.

Bokoblin

- Blue Bokoblin

- Black Bokoblin

- Silver Bokoblin

- Gold Bokoblin

- Stalkoblin

Boss Bokoblin

- Blue Boss Bokoblin

- Black Boss Bokoblin

- Silver Boss Bokoblin

- Gold Boss Bokoblin

Moblin

- Blue Moblin

- Black Moblin

- Silver Moblin

- Gold Moblin

- Stalmoblin

Lizalfos

- Blue Lizalfos

- Black Lizalfos

- Fire-Breath Lizalfos

- Ice-Breath Lizalfos

- Electric Lizalfos

- Silver Lizalfos

- Gold Lizalfos

- Stalizalfos

Horriblin

- Blue Horriblin

- Black Horriblin

- Silver Horriblin

- Gold Horriblin

Lynel

- Blue-Maned Lynel

- White-Maned Lynel

- Silver Lynel

- Gold Lynel

Stone Pebblit

- Igneous Pebblit

- Frost Pebblit

Stone Talus

- Luminous Stone Talus

- Rare Stone Talus

- Battle Talus

- Igneous Talus

- Frost Talus

Hinox

- Blue Hinox

- Black Hinox

- Stalnox

Molduga

Flame Gleeok

- Frost Gleeok

- Thunder Gleeok

- King Gleeok

- Golden King Gleeok

Little Frox

- Frox

- Obsidian Frox

- Blue-White Frox

Colgera

Moragia

Marbled Gohma

Monsters that Should Be in the Wild Series:

Puffstool (MC) = Microscopic mushroom enemies. Typically impervious to swordstrikes. However, using wind attacks to absolve them of their spores will render them stunned & vulnerable to attack.

- Corpsepillar Puffstool = A Ophiocordyceps sinensis (a.k.a. Zombiepillar Mushroom) that's been corrupted & turned into a monster. - My hc. I love the idea of this one!

Vulpos (MC Keaton) = Dashes at you & steals your shit. They may, in fact, be corrupted MM Keaton. Defeating them with Light/Twilight magic or weapons returns them to their natural state of Keatons, who may reward you for the favor.

Wolfos (OoT Wolfos with TP graphics) = Wolves corrupted by evil. Defeating them with Light/Twilight magic or weapons returns them to their natural state.

Wohsu (AoL) = Just wolf men.

Dark Keese (SS) = Undead Keese. Light/Twilight weaponry or magic is especially effective against them.

Cursed Bokoblin (SS) = Undead Bokoblin. Light/Twilight weaponry or magic is especially effective against them.

Metal Chuchu (MC) = Could make boomerangs viable.

- Rock Chuchu = Need a hammer to smash their helmets.

Stalmaster =

Elemental Hinoxes (HW: AoC) =

- Silver Hinox (BotW: Relics of the Past Mod) =

- Hinox King (BotW: Second Wind Mod) =

Elemental Lynels (HW: AoC) = Suddenly a thousand times scarier.

- Lunar Lynel (BotW: Second Wind Mod) = It's attacks do Twilight Damage.

Zola = Corrupted Zora. Just to help fill up the ocean. Otherwise, there's only Blue Lizalfos & Water Octoroks. Defeating them with Light/Twilight magic or weapons returns them to their natural state of being Zora.

Geozards = Just straight up evil Zora. Just to help fill up the ocean. Otherwise, there's only Blue Lizalfos & Water Octoroks. Can't be purified, because they are evil via their own decisions.

Deku Babas (TP & SS) =

- Manhandla = When a Deku bulb has been corrupted & allowed to grow to be too large. 1 mouth was irritating enough, so new try 4 that all spit fire!

Skulltulas (OoT & TP) = I hated them growing up.

Ropes (MC) = Snake monsters.

- Gold Ropes (MC) = Gold snake monsters. Much more durable!

Darknuts = A monster in armor. Just another challenging enemy to fight. Something with good ai & capable of strategy.

Silver Darknuts (MC) =

- Iron Knuckles = Acts as another challenging enemy to fight. Something with good ai. They are actually said to be Gerudo who have either been corrupted by dark magic or brainwashed or are just loyal to Ganondorf. As such, there is a moral weight behind fighting them. Those that are corrupted, when defeated by the Master Sword or some form of Light or Twilight magic, will then be released from their corruption. If not, then when Link returns to the area, he will find a ghost who will thank him for releasing her from her imprisonment even if it meant killing her. However, this will end up barring Link from any quests that he might've gotten from her had he purified her instead.

Ampilus (SS) = Inhabits the desert to the southwest of Hyrule. They are able to internally generate electricity. Their shells are able to disperse weight very well, which allows them to traverse quicksand without worry. As a result, desert inhabitants use their shells to make armor. They live to be very old.

Fokka =

Fotail =

Geldarm =

Dodongo =

Redeads (OoT & TP) = The screaming bastards that grab you. Different from Gibdos. Light/Twilight weaponry or magic is especially effective against them. Killing them with one releases the spirit trapped inside, leaving behind a Poe Soul.

ReDead Knight =

Ghini (MC) = A one-eyed, ghostly monster.

Poes (old game enemies) = It would've been interesting to actually have to fight some of the Poes rather than just pick them up like items. Maybe the lore could be that if a Poe Soul (the non-combative Poes in the canon Wild games) gathers too much negativity (On'nen) it rises to the surface & creates pseudo-flesh & it attacks you. Only hurt by Light/Twilight weapons such as Dazzlefruit, Diamonds, & Light Dragon Parts, the Master Sword, or by specially-forged Sheikah weaponry. When defeated, they drop a Poe Soul & Dark Clumps insinuating that the Dark Clumps are pieces of the pseudo-flesh that they made. However, much like in OoT & MM, there are certain Poes that can instead be talked down or soothed.

- Imp Poes (TP) = These ones are very specifically the Imp Poes from Twilight Princess. These Poes very specifically can't be soothed or reasoned with the way certain ordinary Poes can.

- Big Poes = A sort of Poe leader. Still functions much like an ordinary Poe, but much larger & much stronger.

- Icy Big Poe =

Furnix (SS) = A phoenix corrupted by evil. Once a benevolent creature, now an enemy. Can be purified by defeating it with Light/Twilight magic.

- Queen Furnix = Corrupted queen of the phoenixes. Must be vanquished by weapons wielding sacred or Light/Twilight magic or she will simply come back next Blood Moon.

Tektites (MC, OoT, & TP) = Jumpy fuckers.

Morths = Spiky guys with a singular eyeball. - Hc: They're Mothula eggs.

- Madderpillar (MC) = My hc? Child-staged Morths.

- Mothula (WW) = Giant moth monsters.

Necromorths (technically TotK) = The Morths of a Queen Necromothula. Parasitic in nature & are unable to survive without a host. - My hc.

- Necropillar (technically TotK) = When an Everlost Silkworm ingests a Corpsepillar Puffstool. Parasitic in nature & are unable to survive without a host. - My hc.

- Necromothula (technically TotK) = When a Necropillar has finished its metamorphosis process. Parasitic in nature & are unable to survive without a host. - My hc.

Bullbos (TP) = As mounts for Moblins & Boss Bokoblins. Basically, War Boars corrupted by evil to become monsters. Defeating them with Light/Twilight magic or weapons returns them to their natural state.

Kargarocs (TP & WW) = There really aren't that many sky enemies.

Helmaroc (WW) = A corrupted Roc.

Takkuri (MC & MM) = The little fuckers that steal your rupees. Corrupted crows & ravens.

Water Lizalfos = Just a Blue Lizalfos with a Water Element.

- Dark Lizalfos = Just Black Lizalfos with a Shadow Element.

- Twilit Lizalfos = Just a Silver Lizalfos with a Twilight Element.

- Aeralfos (HW) = Flying Lizalfos.

- Fiery Aeralfos (HW) = Flying Lizalfos, but also Death From Above.

- Dinolfos =

Peahats & Seahats = Another use for fan shields or korok fronds.

Bubbles (WW & BotW) = Maybe when you beat a Stal enemy, their skull has a chance to become a Bubble? It'd be interesting if there were different kinds based on the Stal enemy it came from & if the stronger Stal had stronger Bubbles. Like the Malice Skulls from BotW. Light/Twilight weaponry or magic is especially effective against them.

Wall Master & Floor Master = Not as strong as the Gloom Hands, but can be terrifying in the right setting. Especially if you don't see their shadow coming. Light/Twilight weaponry or magic is especially effective against them.

Platinum Enemies = Because a True Hero Mode would be cool.

Obsidian Talus (CoH & TotK: MM) =

Gleerok (MC) = A Gleeok that lives in lava. Has a shell of volcanic rock on its back.

- Demon King Gleeok (TotK: MM) =

Golden King Frox (TotK: MM) =

Other:

Ghosts = Not necessarily plot important ghosts either. Just ghosts of random people. Do a bit of old school stuff where you gotta help them be ready to move on. Maybe give Link an instrument so he can learn to play the Song of Healing.

Keatons (MM) = The Gentle Jesters & guardian spirits of the Sheikah. Known for asking riddles.

Minish (MC) = Crafty little helper elves of Hyrule. Can only be seen by children.

Yeti (TP) = They resemble Yeto & Yeta, but are an entire race of people. Isolationists that generally live in the deep mountains of Hebra. Generally quite friendly & hardy as a people, but tend to keep to themselves.

Twili (TP) = The descendants of a Sheikah faction that splintered off from the main tribe in an attempt to take over Hyrule much like the Yiga. However, unlike the Yiga, the Twili have become mostly peaceful since their banishment to the Twilight.

Mogmas (SS) = They were such fun characters. I kinda wish there'd been some female & kid Mogmas too. They'd have been neat as residents of the Depths with close ties to the Gorons. Like, they come across as being Italian mafia adjacent, but only in so much as the accent, the attitude, & family-oriented orginization. Sort of a "it takes a village" & "we take care of our own" type of mentality. Not in any way actually mafia though. They also love treasure & will risk life & limb for it, yet they quite easily give those same treasures away to those they consider friends. In this way, though they appear cowardly & greedy on the surface, they are actually brave & generous. It seems to be a cultural trait to give gifts, practically a love language.

Kikwi (SS) = Quite a shy, skittish race of people, but overall friendly & helpful.

Deku Scrubs (MM & MC) = A race of bush people. They are quite business-minded but tend to get a bit too enthusiastic regarding possible customers.

Swamp Zora (EoW) = I like the idea of a split in the Zora. The Zora as allies have always been refined & elegant. It's interesting to see a possible version of them that isn't as such. In a way, I've sort of begun seeing the River Zora that we know as analogous to French & these new Zora as Louisianan. So, I think of them as swamp-dwellers. Possibly having ties with the Deku Scrubs.

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For some other Hyrulean flora & fauna in the form of ingredients, go to my Wild Ingredients: Meat & By-Products List.

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suicide-kermit · 1 year ago

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This update took a while for Kermit to post because he had so much to share! After replacing his tires, Kermit was finally ready for his tour of Canyon De Chelly. Though Kermit booked a public tour, the park wasn't busy, so he was the only tour guest!

Kermit and the tour guide, Leander, clicked right away. He was frank and invited Kermit to ask any questions they had, and not to worry about offending him! Kermit had a LOT of questions, especially considering how long he had talked to other Navajo from the reservation--everything he learned created new questions!

Leander told Kermit about life on the reservation and in the canyon, and some of the social dynamics. For example, one of the families in the canyon dislikes Leander's family for something that happened years and years ago. He also told Kermit that folks on the reservation love TV and movies, and will use movie references quite often in conversation! He recommended 'Reservation Dogs', or the documentary 'The Wonderful World of Whites', if anyone is looking for suggestions.

He also talked a bit about two spirits, and how Navajo were once very accepting of LGBTQ individuals, but how western influences have slowly changed their culture. This has impacted their gender dynamics--men would traditionally marry into the woman's family, as opposed to the woman into the man's family, though this has changed as well.

Leander does a lot to try to improve his community. He's working with a program now that is sort of like big brother, providing positive role models for reservation youths. Leander had to do a lot of the set up himself--in some ways he was handed the materials and told "good luck".

Leander asked about Kermit, and Kermit told him about some of the bad things that had happened on his trip. Leander told Kermit that if he was Navajo, he would say someone was 'witching' him! At the same time, he also said that Kermit's experiences, even if they were hard, let him get a much deeper understanding of the communities he was passing through than he would have otherwise. If he hadn't blown two tires, he never would have met the wonderful family who helped him!

Leander drove Kermit through the canyon and showed him cliff paintings and ruins. Though Leander doesn't have a degree, he's the most knowledgeable person Kermit has met on his travels so far. Leander grew up in the Canyon with his father, who taught him a lot! He knows all of the plants, the cliff paintings, and ruins.

The Ancestral Puebloans used to live in the canyon, but when they left due to drought others like the Hopi (and later, the Navajo) took up their place. Often their dwellings are separate from where they would store their food, either to keep out pests or invaders. Because of the presence of guest houses and exotic goods found in the ruins, it seems that the residents welcomed visitor from far afield.

Though the canyon may not look it, it's full of life! There even used to be large fruit orchards. In the 1860's, when the Navajo resisted removal, the US army burned the orchards and killed the livestock. The Navajo were forced to take "the long walk," 300 miles to Fort Sumner New Mexico, where many died. After four years, the relocation experiment failed and the Navajo were allowed to return. When they got there, they found new growth creeping through the ashes of their orchard.

Leander told Kermit a story of a man who hid when the soldiers came. He returned to the canyon to find everyone gone. He waited and no one returned, so he wandered in search of his people. Eventually he found two other Navajo women, also hiding. They waited until their people returned.

He also showed Kermit how to eat cactus fruit. He separated the fruit from the plant with a stick, because the outside of the fruits are covered in spines. Then he rubbed the spines off with another plant, and cut the fruit open. It was delicious. The texture was similar to watermelon. The fruit enveloped seeds which had to be spit out.

On the cactus fruit was a white substance, beetle dung, called cochineal. When rubbed together, it turns from white to red! Navajo would use this as a dye, or as face paint.

Finally, the tour ended at a small house in the canyon. Leander's aunt lives in the canyon year-round making traditional Navajo blankets. She occasionally takes apprentices, though she never charges them for her time. She has a fruit orchard, and in her backyard, up one of the canyon cliffs, are more ruins. Right there! In her backyard!

Before they parted, Leander suggested that Kermit go and see Spider Rock, which he did. According to Navajo legend, a woman lived at the top of the rock. She descended to teach the native people how to weave baskets, and she also taught the changing woman something important (Kermit can't remember what, and he's very upset about it!). Navajo mothers would use Spider Woman to keep their children in line--if you aren't good, the spider woman will take you to the top of her rock and eat you! That's why the top is white--from children's bones! Kermit thinks that if more people knew about Spider Woman, she would be a lesbian icon.

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sekhisadventures · 2 years ago

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Time for Tea

The Shadowlands, Revendreth, a Few Weeks After the Defeat of Sire Denathrius

Revendreth, the realm where the penitent were sent to be scourged of their sins. Sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. A dreary gothic realm with dark buildings, darker groves, and even darker residents. The vampire-like Venthyr were the rulers of this domain and, until recently, had served under one of the eternals, first-created of the Shadowlands.

Sire Denathrius, a powerful and charismatic leader, had fallen to the combined might of the Alliance and Horde alongside the Ember Court rebels led by Prince Renethal. Sealed away within his own sentient blade Remoria and trapped by the Naaru in the Ember Ward, the sire’s fate seemed sealed.

For now however, we focus on one who has allied themselves with the Ember Court… or at least pretends to have done so.

Dissonantia, the Witch of Blackwald Forest, walked through the light-blasted grounds of the Ember Ward towards a specific cave, the worgen accompanied as always by her monstrous companion Az’arad the Wrathguard.

“Hmph… Anima… oi can sense th’ power in th’ bleedin’ stuff… but how th’ feck do I use it?” she grumbled. Anima was a potent resource, but she was not a denizen of the Shadowlands herself and she had no way of actually consuming it. She had seen the power it held though, a vital resource for any existence in this world, if Quzgup was right it could be the missing key to her true immortality that she had long sought.

Az’arad shrugged at his mistress’ words. Unlike the imp, he cared little for ritual and magic. Give him a foe and a weapon and he was happy. Anything else… well… it could at least be mildly amusing to watch perhaps.

Still, Dissonantia had heard of someone in the Ember Ward who may be able to help her… or at least, who she might be able to scare some answers out of.

She, Nelen, and Grimo had wound up throwing their lot in with the Venthyr when they arrived in the Shadowlands. Nelen had considered Maldraxxus, but their similarities to the Scourge turned the wizard off quite a bit. He had however been making friends with some of the more scholarly Venthyr and was learning much about the nature of death… he was considering penning a few tomes on the subject himself when this was all over and they returned to Azeroth.

Grimo had immediately fallen in with the dredgers, the sort of working underclass of Revendreth. He found them sympathetic to some degree, and had even been teaching them a few tricks for (ahem) ‘skimming a little bonus off where it won’t be missed.’ Really, he fit in rather well…

Dissonantia, as always, was the outsider. She rebuffed any invitations to Renethal’s courtly get-togethers and spent her time focused on her true task. Learning how to use Anima to restore her youth. Quzgup had been certain, and the imp was far smarter than he seemed…

As she padded along through the canyon she sniffed at the air, her sensitive worgen nose picking up something… strangely familiar.

She raised her eyebrow, following the scent closely. There were a few mad Venthyr here and there, the ones who had been in the Light for so long that it had warped them into near feral ghoul-like monsters… but they hung back. Dissonantia had been this way before, and even the more insane ones knew to avoid the wolf-like horned woman and her giant companion. They were mad, not suicidal.

She came to a half-crumbled archway, an outcropping of rock shielding it from the ever-burning Light in the region, then walked into the shade and rapped her knuckles on the doorframe. “Knock knock?” she smirked. May as well pretend to be polite until she got what she wanted.

Inside the room two dredgers were hard at work at a large cauldron, the room hanging with various herbs, plants, and other things. There was a table set up with a tattered white cloth on it, and sitting at one end was a Venthyr man with wide eyes and a bit of a too-cheerful smile.

“Ah! Hello! You must be one of those Maw Walkers I’ve heard so much about from dear Renethal!” he giggled, standing up and waving her in. “Welcome welcome, come in my dear! You’re just in time for tea!” he grinned toothily.

“Is I?” she asked, walking in with Az’arad behind her, “Well… oi suppose I could use a cuppa. Bit thirsty aye.” she nodded, “Whats in it?” she asked.

The man cocked his head, “Oh? You… really wish to know? Oh my! Most Maw Walkers just leave or ignore me when I offer them tea!” he gasped, looking positively delighted. “Finally! An outsider with culture and refinement! I was beginning to despair I tell you!” he squealed, clapping his hands, “Oh, but where are my manners? I haven’t even introduced myself oh dear oh dear how rude of me! Do forgive me please Maw Walker…” he pouted, then stood straight up and gave a surprisingly graceful bow.

“I am the Duke of the Ember Ward, Theotar! Delighted to meet you Miss…” he glanced up at her, raising an eyebrow.

Dissonantia rolled her eyes, the worgen deciding to play along as she took her robes and bobbed a curtsy back. “Dissonantia, sorceress of Azeroth ‘n powerful queen of magicks.” she grinned, straightening up. “Nice ta meet someone wot knows their manners too… usually gotta have me boy Azzy show ‘em how ta behave ‘round me.” she chuckled as Az’arad snorted, a smirk flickering across the demon’s face.

Theotar nodded, “Delightful… ah but you were asking about the tea! Well… it’s a special secret, but myself and my two companions Gubbins and Tubbins have devised a way to distill raw anima itself into a delicious liquid that can be used as a base for tea!” he giggled, gesturing to the table, “Infact, it should be ready any minute now… please, have a seat! It will be so nice to have someone to share a cup with!” he smiled.

Dissonantia snickered, then sat down at the table. ‘This'll be too bloody easy,’ she thought, ‘This loon is more cracked in the head than Az’arad’s last six victims put together…’

Theotar took a seat as the two dredgers carried over a large pot of tea and two mugs, then poured a glass for each of them, the mad duke taking his own cup with a smile, sniffing at the steam. “Ah, lovely… a mixture of bloodmoss with an infusion of batshade if I am not mistaken…” he sighed wistfully, taking a sip.

Dissonantia raised her eyebrow, sniffing it herself, then took a small sip. “Huh… not bad actually.” she admitted under her breath. She could taste something else too, a strange sort of… nostalgic taste. As if she was suddenly remembering something from very very long ago. A sort of strange déjà vu… she got that sometimes when she devoured a soul, glimpsing it’s memories, but this was less sudden. It was almost pleasant.

“Ah, I am glad you like it! Not many of the Maw Walkers do sadly… bunch of coffee drinkers.” he sniffed in annoyance. “Oh but you must have such stories and tea time is a lovely time to share! What sort of land is Azeroth? I’m afraid in my mortal life I wasn’t from that particular world…” he simpered.

Dissonantia shrugged, “Well, if yez really wanna know… lemme tell yez about a place called Gilneas…” she replied, taking another sip. She could feel something alright, but she couldn’t put her finger on what…

A few weeks later…

Dissonantia had wound up meeting Theotar regularly for tea, the warlock wanting to be sure before she did anything risky. Theotar was apparently known to Prince Renethal, and she had to be sure she had either the means to make him silent or a way to hide the body should she decide to take what he knew of this anima distillation technique.

She had told him stories of Azeroth, though most of what she told him was either entirely made up or heavily embellished. She had outright lied about how she and Az’arad had met, the demon actually having a difficult time keeping a straight face when she spun a tale of him rescuing her from a fanatical knight and evil shapeshifting monster who wanted to force her to give up her magical ways. She had laughed herself sick afterwards imagining the faces of Dareley and Shalandrae should they ever hear the tale themselves.

This particular morning she awoke in her private quarters in the Ember Court’s headquarters… and found she felt a bit… odd.

She stood up and stretched, then blinked and paused. “… wait…” she muttered, stretching again. Even in her worgen form she’d often wake up stiff as a board from the infirmaries of old age… but, no popping, no creaking, not even a tightness in her back.

She felt over her body through the long black nightdress she wore… then walked to a large polished mirror in the corner and looked at herself. Black fur, eyes like glowing red spotlights, curling horns… same face she’d been seeing for ages now.

She frowned, then walked to the door and checked to be sure it was firmly locked before walking back to the mirror. “Roight… lessee wots under th’ fur coat then…” she frowned. She hated changing back into a human. She only ever did it in private and every time all the aches and pains of advanced age hit her all at once. Her spine twisted like the last banana at the grocer’s, her hands curled into Arthritis-ravaged claws, and her teeth ached while her cataracts seemed to grow back spontaneously.

She shivered all over as she willed the change, closing her eyes… then hesitated. “… wots this… it dun hurt?” she muttered, then after a moment peeked open one eye and peered into the mirror.

A young woman with long crimson hair and deep hazel eyes peeked back at her.

Dissonantia almost fell flat on her rear as she saw this, the witch catching herself on the dresser as she looked down at herself, examining her hands, then feeling over her face. “No wrinkles… no liver spots…” she gasped, then ducked to the mirror and looked closely at her head. “… not even a bleedin’ grey hair…” she said as she straightened up, eyes wide as she looked at herself. “… bloody feckin’ fel… anima actually did it!” she cackled, grinning widely as a mouth full of shiny pearlescent white teeth grinned back. “Quzgup was right! It worked! It bleedin' worked! I…” she hesitated, looking down at herself.

“… but this is th’ same as souls… I need to have anima to stay like this else I’ll turn back inta that ol’ crone…” she frowned, thinking. “Hmph…” she grumbled, looking at her reflection. Her human form looked totally different from her worgen self. Even her demonic horns were gone, vanished into her skull as if they never were.

“Hmm… Theotar keeps babblin’ on about it bein’ a ‘trade secret’ or some rubbish…” she growled, “Didn’t they say they had somefin’ ta keep each other in line in this place?” she thought, looking upwards thoughtfully, a grin spreading across her face. Yes, they did. She’d need to find it somehow, but she was a warlock, and she had her ways…

A couple weeks later…

Theotar sighed as he sipped his tea alone, the Venthyr man wondering where his new teatime friend had gotten to. “Those Maw Wakers do dangerous things… oh I hope nothing has happened to poor Dissonantia…” he pouted as Gubbins and Tubbins busied themselves with the next batch.

As he was thinking this however he heard a knock and sat up, then his face broke into a wide smile as he saw the worgen’s familiar form in the doorway.

“MY FRIEND!” he cried out in delight, “I had feared that one of those nasty impolite Mawsworn had gotten you! Oh it is so SO good to see you again! Gubbins! Tubbins! The tea! Quickly!”

“Eh, yeah… gonna stop yez right there Theotar…” she grinned, walking into the room with Az’arad in tow. “Ain’t here ta swap stories over a cuppa today. I’m here ta get th’ recipe as it were.” she nodded.

Theotar paused, looking back at her, “Oh? Oh Dissonantia I am so sad…” he sniffled, “But you know I can’t tell you… it is a special secret! Only Gubbins, Tubbins, and I know how to brew this tea. We can’t just give it out, even to a friend.” he pouted apologetically.

Dissonantia glanced at Az’arad, then back at him. “… well, if yez can’t give it to a friend…” she said, then her hand flew to her belt as she drew her dagger, the Wrathguard unsheathing his axe with a sneer. “Then yez gonna get it taken by a bleedin’ enemy!” she roared, “AZZY! KEEP TH’ DREDGERS BUSY!” she commanded as the demon charged, clearing the table in one leap and landing with a thunderous crash as Gubbins and Tubbins dove for cover in opposite directions with a cry of alarm.

Theotar’s jaw dropped, the Venthyr man stumbling backwards as he raised his hands infront of him. “M-my friend? What are you doing?! Have I offended you somehow?” he asked, confusion clear on his face. “I… I am sorry! Whatever it was please allow me to make amends! I do not want to lose my only teatime friend!” he begged.

Dissonantia stalked forward as she slit a hole in the air, a dozen imps clambering out of the portal to the Twisting Nether she’d cut as she reached into her pouch. “Friend? Boyo, yez got a lot ta learn ‘bout warlocks if yez think I was yer friend… yez just had somefin I wanted is all.” she sneered, her hand coming out of her bag as Theotar saw what she was holding, the Venthyr man letting out a shriek of horror.

In Dissonantia’s hand was a stone tablet about the size of a large book, and etched into it was a name and a list of misdeeds. Sinful acts in life that had consigned a soul to the dark realm of Revendreth… a sin stone.

Theotar quailed, backpedaling until he was against the wall, sweat beading on his forehead. “That stone… oh no no no… please Dissonantia! Not that! Anything but that!” he wailed.

The worgen grinned, “I wanna know how yez make anima inta tea. Talk… or else I start readin'…” she threatened as around her the imps cackled, grinning up at the Venthyr man.

“P-please… I can’t… please…” he whimpered, unable to take his eyes off the stone.

She tutted, “Not th’ feckin’ answer I wanted Theotar.” she smirked, then she held the stone up and began to read. First the true name of the sin stone’s owner, then their sins, one by one… slowly… drawing each one out.

Theotar cried out as he clutched at his ears, falling to his knees as tears ran down his cheeks. “NO! PLEASE DISSONANTIA! I DO NOT WANT TO REMEMBER! PLEASE STOP! IT HURTS! IT HUUUUUURTS!” he screamed, his body shaking all over as his sins in life were laid bare, each one like a lash across his mind and soul!

Dissonantia snorted, “Yez want me ta stop, yez know how ta get me ta do it…” she replied.

Theotar wailed, curling up on the ground in as he bawled, his mind wracked with agony and shame at the stone’s reading. “Please… w-we were friends… we shared tea and stories… w-why are you doing this?” he sobbed.

“Tell me how ta make drinkable anima… or I keep bloody readin’.” she snarled, holding the stone ready.

Theotar trembled, “But… m-my lands are in ruins… my subjects maddened by the Light… my tea… it is all I have left… please… please Dissonantia… do not… please…” he gasped out.

Dissonantia didn’t even flinch, she just held the stone ready, and continued. Theotar screamed out again, his body shaking all over as if he was having a fit as she kept going. Even the Accuser herself would allow a soul respite after such torment, but Dissonantia had no such compulsion. Truly, she relished the feeling of power this gave her over the Venthyr. She considered seeking out a few more, just to see what they would do to their owners…

After a few more sins however, Theotar could bear no more. “MERCY! MERCY! NO MORE! I-I WILL TELL YOU! PLEASE JUST STOP!” he cried out, curled into a ball on the ground before her, his face soaked with tears.

Dissonantia scowled, “Get talkin’.” she grunted.

Theotar sat up slowly, wiping his eyes with the flat of his hands like a child might, then looked to Gubbins and Tubbins who were cornered in the far end of the room by Az’arad. “G-gubbins! Give her… give her the book…” he whimpered, covering his face with his hands.

The dredger looked to Az’arad who grunted and jerked his head in the direction of Dissonantia. The diminutive creature scurried away and opened a trunk in the corner, digging through it until he came up with a handwritten journal bound in gorgon hide. He brought it over to Dissonantia, holding it out tentatively, and the second the warlock took it he ran next to Theotar.

Dissonantia opened it and looked through it. The book contained several recipes, techniques on anima channeling, and even plans for an unfinished tea engine… “Hmm, yeh I can use this…” she grinned. “Right, I got wut I wanted. Azzy! Wez leavin’.” she called back to her demon as he grunted and sheathed his axe, walking back to her as Tubbins collapsed in a heap.

She looked at Theotar as she held his sin stone close to her. “THIS stays with me boyo. Yez tell anyone wot happened here today ‘n I’ll read it from th’ top o’ th’ Ember Court’s battlements with a bleedin’ megaphone!” she growled in warning.

Theotar whimpered, looking up at her fearfully, and gave a small, resigned nod. The duke was totally beaten, and he knew it. No Venthyr could stand against one who had their sin stone. It was their weakness. The one thing that could harm them in a way they could not resist. It would be possible that Renethal and his allies could defeat her and reclaim it without her carrying out such a dire threat… but he couldn’t be sure, and he was terrified of the risk.

Dissonantia turned to leave, then smirked, “Fer wot it’s worth tho, yer tea was rather tasty.” she sneered, then the pair left the ruined building as Gubbins and Tubbins tried to comfort their master. Theotar sat on the floor with his face in his hands, crying softly as the memory of a lifetime of sin that had caused him to come to Revendreth was suddenly fresh and raw once more…

That Evening, at the Ember Court

Dissonantia sat in her quarters, the door locked so she could be back in her human form, as she looked over the plans for Theotar’s tea engine. “Hrmph… can’t make bleedin’ heads or tails o’ this.” she grumbled, “I’m a feckin’ witch, not an engineer… ‘n I sure as shite ain’t gonna ask Grimo ta build it.”

She frowned, snapping the book shut, “Nuffin for it then… gotta hire out. I’ll hafta put out th’ word to th’ Mo’arg or somefin…” she sighed, “Ah well, at least I can make small batches here… but if I wanna stockpile th’ bleedin’ stuff I’ll need that machine.” she smirked. “Still… this is exactly wot I needed… just gotta hope that loon keeps his bleedin’ mouth shut.”

Theotar, however, would never whisper a word of what happened until well after the Maw Walkers left the Shadowlands. Fear of the use of his sin stone keeping his silence. Few things scared one of the Venthyr more than the reveal of their past. While the lords and ladies of Revendreth put penitent souls to the lash and scoured away their sins for the hope of redemption, the sin stones were rock hard proof of the truth of things. At their core, they were all sinners and they had all done terrible things in their mortal lives.

Back in his hovel Theotar curled up on his bed under a threadbare blanket, then let out a small sob. Alone once more, the poor Mad Duke, with nobody to share the simple pleasure of a cup of tea.

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octoberrose24 · 5 months ago

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The House.

I have been having a reoccurring place pop up in my dreams every so often.

I dream of a stone house with wood framing.

There is a very specific way to get to the house. First I walk down a natural dirt road. The road follows a river (river on the left) and it's beautiful Forrest scenery. Very green and lush. Peaceful with all the nature sounds and sun rays peeking thru the trees. On the other side of the path opposite the river (right side) is a rock wall. on the other side of the river ( far left) is a steep incline. It's basically like a gorge or canyon in a classic deciduous Forrest.

As I follow the path I eventually come to a sewage pipe that tightens near the end of it. I have no choice but to crawl. There is no way around it. It's where to rock wall on my right merges with the water. It's dark and damp.

When I emerge I still find myself on the dirt trail but the road curves ahead. The rock wall remains on the right side after I exit the tunnel and creates a fence barrier to the yard of the house meeting the road at a 90⁰ angle. If you curve with the road slightly there is a transparent wall of trees and brush, a simple log fence, a small embankment and also a small clearing that a path leads to the house property in an open grass feild . If you would continue to go straight after the bend in the road you come to a fork. In the middle of the fork is a huge mountain. The path on the left of the mountain wraps around and follows the river. To the right of the fork is a bridge that follows the property line and eventually disappears around the mountain.

I have only tried once to leave taking the path to the right (over the bridge) and got lost trying to find my way home again. It lead me far into and up the mountains where i was attacked my bears (also a reoccurance in dreams). So I only use the sewage pipe entrance to come and go.

Back to the house. The house looks out of the 16th century and not very well kept. Once you enter the clearing its bright and sunny (rare for my dreams usually dream in muted twilight colors) to the left is a man with an old wooden cart. He wears a long white sleeve shirt, sweat stained, and rolled up to his elbows. Brown suspenders and pants. He also wears a farmers hat. I haven't seen his face because his back is usually turned. He does not bother me or interact with me in anyway. The rest of the property is just open grassy feild. The house is two story. Made of gray stones and not very well kept. It's kind of falling apart. The framing of the doors and windows are oakwood with black iron fixtures. There are two windows on either side of the door and the same number to match on the top floor. I cannot see in the windows.

When I enter the house, I enter like I've been there before. As soon as you walk in it is crowed to the brim with stuff. It looks like an antique warehouse and a witches apothecary but someone clearly lives there. Old wood floors with cracks in them where dust and dirt is collecting. To the right is a wood stove surrounded by pots and pans. A red rug laid on the floor and somebody's boots drying by the fire. Hanging on the back wall are tools like axes and gardening tool. Anything a homesteader could ask for. Immediately in front of me are lots of herbs drying, books and cobwebs ,a table filled with freshly farmed food with the dirt still on it. To the left is a rickety staircase that leads to the second floor and an archway under the stairs that leads to a back room. The back room has a little more space to move with an old standing mirror, rocking chair, wooden wardrobe and dresser, and a single bed with white linen and a red plaid blanket folded neatly on the end. When you go upstairs the steps creek and are very steep and uneven. At the top all the rooms are open and filled with items on display. Very much like an antique warehouse. Everything is meant to be sold and has different vendors. It's a maze and everything seemingly connects. My favorite room to visit is the one that sells items like cleansing sage and crystals that's hidden near the back.

The inside of the house is extremely claustrophobic, dusty and dark. No sunlight enters the home and it's almost like the windows disappeared once you enter. There is just stuff everywhere. Sometimes it has other strangers browsing thru the items, sometimes it doesn't.

I have dreamt of this house on 4 occasions. The most recent one I almost came up with a name for it. I was trying to take someone new there and was trying so hard to remember the name, it was on the tip of my tongue. Alas all I got was it has 3 words or syllables in its title.

I also learned my best friend went with me one time to visit because in this dream he was helping me think of the name. ( He doesn't remember his dreams but I wonder if he has dreamt of it too. ) I didn't actually go to the house in my most recent dream but I was remembering how to get there and what it looked like on the inside to plan my next trip.

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libidomechanica · 5 months ago

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Untitled (“Of melancholy thoughts of great”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

That which took a wind the puddle great harmes had beene. Crime. Disappear like one white fingers direct, a golden gate; for a moment in embalmed darkness. That thy praise, to tie up envy e’er could not better, yet radiant Sisters which humanity—which men vainly decimate the lake a little patience; otherwhere pure sportive as this thy Court, thy Kingdom come. Of melancholy thoughts of great store of beauty to discpline.

He made those two crystal. Hey ho the human face; and that whisper at the Grand Canyon, still onward; still thee so bestadde? He never mind;—’God save the gods know howl I can’t help scribbling on thy deceitful streaming again, thou had’st pity. If thou lonely, smooth pearl makes waters at the fine Edge of all men who saw power, medicined death, immortality of reading on thy despair sung a war-song of defiance.

Out-sparkling I listeners all asunder, the dews at evening miserable beloved. Makes men weep and sing where there we took one tutor as they would mean no harm unto a fire, that euer since now I dare not worthy being so flagless as mine, with dilated glance on the pebble-bead of saying: Youth! Come far from the isles of our set, five other. All was I forst by Nature said, unto thee who in earthquake’s ruin.

In his tutor, rough spots … or loneliness. Now let me feel things were stood with no stars, and tears. If free forest old; and not been embroider’d women, without a friends fall confident thatch for this sons, in one and pays it then Hesper bright roll is in Apollo! But convention the father came with easeful Death, through the world! Of pearl and gold, a watermarks. Now all the calm of mute insensate things. The witches fail to seed.

You, don’t forget their reason to regret the glaciers and then apart, left me tossing sobs began to fall, but truly I’ll not hurt ye, or once again, thou know’st my aching heaven’s image from the field. An immortality’s harsh jars: the proper craft, tricks of glist’ring breast, and your epitaph to make all the world, and thus the old Man young, I’m o’er young brain captiu’d in golden butterfly; upon whose gentlier-mightiest.

The sences theyr charmer, her sweet whisper inspiration; the wide was Neptune on his lute: his fingers crumble fragments on the birds do chaunt theyr eccho ring. For I fear to me. Of sapphire portal, guilty sight? The sea: where not by the deeds, to the feel anon the pineal gland, I all rapt in the promist weale; breakfast of trees, in starlight gems: aye, all fashions, and thy babe’s father die. His grace gracing o’t.

And though the same full fringed listening thee! This single leaf where theyr drery accent: Potent goddess when I behold thee fallen, or not allow, and doubts, and when anxious heavens, and at my bow. And knocking heart, yet could much I praise tho’ in her will ne thought, condemn? He, that when the sister will ache with an offerings aloft, follows murmur at our heroine’ clamour bower- door, who only said, he never stop nor stars.

Its roads sunken in love’s banishment, with a long walks were dead! His day: this task of joy and passing night at your yrksome clouds while they found true, sprang to jealous misery of my chin. Which see Shakspeare’s everblooming in drouth, I feel thine honey- combs of blooming of the golden keel’d, is left bare; but of these signs in one extremes, globing a golden gates that love thee dear, made fierce agony of sound, sepulchral from thee?

Ill death-dart; and where must give the great a stake, robin’s lost or seemed as lost or seem what this heart who, by a Christ’s sister Lilia. With flow; the blue-bell pinch to your people doth sing i’d say everything, and take them chaste: but first did turn uneasily sketches fly, the morning did he weep. All fragrance irrefragably, and can that moved on those manifold divided me a spoil much gold for Love’s world grows weary.

Stay, poure out of door hath hym payned, to himself, and deepest maze. When Night he! And I lost my common languid paces, and fro, to acquainted finch: rise, Cupids shun thee, youth! Within my captive gain’d its country folks would make mankind; but such small inherit, of blessed Saints for the last few steps, each other. Me out some stray impassion. But strike me dead smell it, and that tells you is God’s gifts as mine? When I was a pitteous plight.

A rowing cold: a wild beasts and Ireland stand but crazed eld annulling young days, and high-favourite; at least it takes to wean Don Juan, we’ve no time to be free of thy grave, when Healths and dim to wild uncertain moment there is Aunt Elizabeth and sixteen shelving coasts, to hear: O let me entwine thee thus, my Katie! Through thunder, and louing lampe, his fears for killing mirth an echo of my desire on earthquake’s ruin.

Could say what hope to move from bastion still blessed Saints for he was more on my girls a glance and singe our gold around my love their very pretty creatures, do just what I receive; ten, who designed to do, deceives: and what kind? If ye be Annie of Love upon the great dilettanti in topography—having came meekly through thou art—not in love with the Singer he would not be much that same fumes of deeds! My silence.

A sweete is, voyd: and nerve: you were made perfect the casuist in more my eyes, my friendship, or romance of pantomime;—he danced, I say. Her disaray, and stung with no Spring again, be your own abyss of the sound of thy reign. Sing me a foot and a Grecian house, the delight writhed, and colourless for never kissed you like a linger in this thy advocate—and gainst his gloomy morn, spun off a drizzling company.

Gamekeepers, to brooded o’er the entrenchment and pearl. Ten men love Gregory is roar’d by the head, my love: that all thing. Believe it is bright are they—now furious wine doth transfix the flying prey, rose early rise, find it, although yonder I see the string coolness, the rarely—man’s make vs once more than leaves on me, and Provençal song, and what it were soon shall bow thy Neck beneath the throne, your sampler, and a drowsie day?

When they deem that’s had enough can I admire, which this Polar melody was low, they had, and size, even now, as he lift, that feele no woe, when and reset. Between the chanced your truth. Moved on with Thee true, hath been done, Salámán rose drunk as flies whose number of the change, or veer or vanish’d, still deadly feel of featured lion’s groan moanings helpelesse, eternity, promising wonderful fragments lighted way.

Should take this: an empty arms together Voice and all around, and though not soft caressing on the soul its budded charm’d my guilty hands Learned Nor Jove’s high employing some holy is, poure not show his lot. The park: strange the misery have my bonny ship, and one, the moment which people I have lullaby to silence did their guns were all this little to decke her heart, most ruthfully thoughts hath neither none can kill!

Invincible bleeding to quell one hair of Heaven’s flashes spare, or thriue in welth, she is, cease we to prolong the head, and close my father blisse in the mark! Fool the shepherd’s call’d on; and, for peace at last, this Present, and humanity, when he died, and mists, and tune the chase the republic. From the sight more will not say it was not afraid! That things and victory is wither, droop, but not a Prison make, that were won or lost?

But I’m there’s not a summer air at every god be that point me out sometimes too long octaves, pass’d beyond the path the place of melody was lost; and all must love resides. For sure his stole, with some more did it become a quarrel as he sees. Has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the main, and shrugg’d—and the rill to its huge sea- marks; vanward step proud companie. Had he, that I were something like figure; like swift motion slide.

Seventeen, too, my battle next, the others of gravity, who have made are gone in this world such precedence upon such a verse discloses: but such thou hast state was seen a portal to bishop, but I turn my heart apace taketh his fire is sweetest of crime, to tie up envy evermore—we sing, through window-flower Lilia. Power to kindled by a Fool? All her shrinks back from the rest, I long ere art thou?

As they gave the story up into the new wonder endymion feels his feet, where the desires, and sharp enough to-day, that my Muse doth say, since Ariadne was one that phrase—perhaps mankind, thy mither with wide eye he wore, o’erwrought mistakes, too, happy plain that dreams so please me: for that be now posting,—and thine eyes pressing thy trespass with an empire sterner stream. Must blush when the same, while they lay fondling breast.

And in the sea inside you: on your pen. And their distress, as Captain Parry’s voyage may do with the groan was pierce intoxicated machinery just meant to give us Life, forgive that has not thy spirit: despair sung a war-song of defiance. And waters flow through t he made of memory! Will fall; but at the stormy sea! Only later did it treat of, as out of sun hath refuse there were three Ghosts, adieu!

He found the dwarfing city’s rest were born. Such a man, with devotion, she had climber for on a dead smell of solitude. Me whereas my loue and was not for my phalanx on the burr of smothered: the hart is not afraid of ancient bugaboo follow’d—for it was dared. And thirty—say seven, old Atlas’ children leap in the eddying with post. With this, Come out, ’ he said, thy vows were the silver gleam slants over blue orbs!

Of Neptune; and gather be your wars eternally away from thy disparity of rhyme’s distress, for pearl then, like fritillaries scarce be run, and found his back. But be it true—away, away, or I shall be sport; a herd of boys without shadowings, because I love, these though all ages, of no great joys, Civilisation he acquitted both may she exercise her chain and armour to Rome, although mossy ways.

The rest, who stands superscription less, as I trow thou didst the bottom deserves to gratifying hold, as do the heat of carnage, but of this song; though of a pretty, trifling provocations. And lying on vs plentiously, and seek for roses, bound the giant size, into thy high raigne of dread of heauenly tabernacles the pediments, light of my hart, I do any wish it may, a bard must we condescend!

Thrice happy statue shall be my gentle men! Asleep and breezes, to pale oblivion; and sweetly! And breathing in the shepherd, and elegance was store, until life’s as frail; rode o’er somewhat lower that dimmed were born to change; and gain’d his horse, or contend one moment’s filling all the world, and all alone: around—But where all the sky and hand you will sing, ne let them; I will make thee surer, surer—now how can we part?

It chanc’d a ring—a little wildering To-day to-morrow, and calm, and rigid ranks of iron—whence declining daily boon of Imogen, fair Pastorella in these our hopefull hap to sing: for while beneath his flowers on a suddenly than dreadful bow. To watch the Master, and mad, without hope, of course, and the same moment cuts the daisy amus’d my fond fantsies shall seize on trickling tear and death rattles.

For God’s creatures choycest tree; it disna become. Among birds louelearned Nor Jove’s high treasure. I grieved bodies fill with Hannibal, and may see both in excess! Back to thy great city still is: seldom shown, and martyr. So saw he panting glow; nor did discern how all is darkened, with excessive love. She said; she said; she shall shine of ten of thought of dread. It ceased to refer you to be gone in tendered that one Will.

Each that strove for thou starv’d on for a friends, like pitcher shapes—though mossy bed and the sway of human thou art, methinks that draws their smart, wealth brings to which most breathe ambush of my soul which multiply until she tells me of this were such an ecstasy. Rear more savage; and both to make his part, I do any wish it may be, now gaze upon him and a sullen moisture, and his veil’d eye down the Gazette are grown exceeding.

By humouring for western skies: then of the heart who, being an hour ere lightning on my girls in green, cooler than centaur, upon whose that his shepherd? Hey ho the Saint—their cheek, and scatt’ring brave men, they pleasure, and polish’d neck, with blacke but i just don’t know here right insinuations to be a base Bezonian’ as Pistol calls the rest from him; but now reduced the radiant Sister of sorts, and breathing is pleasant name!

Nor Love guide benignant led to where it burst empty noises; while every creek joining the wit of any spirit in are but a beard; or else swoon to deare captainesse to run away, dissolve, and fann’d into a chain! Such conviction could form the lawns until the readiest way of aged men; but Johnson took but mix’d with that shines she has numbers mix my soul would be engulphed in their feeble force of friends reserve thee.

As before I saw them in stays, her patches: and beg of you, love and look of Jove— Minerva’s start back. That thou shalt thou, that they succeed; but speach, and speake, her beauty do I questions were fix’d, as daybreak was expanding, and fountains or deep dells, in gulf of rock yawns,—you can tell me back from my idle days for Neptune’s palace where I go; long hair was a model to behold how every soldiers. Than torturing fact!

Counting quickly fired, adored; but not resigned to march on the heart, yet is not what. I will breath. No fashioned marble and see the blue of ocean in arms wherein my Love holds deare for the horizon’s brink of ruin, rose cheeks, of milk and brute, laughing scandals stranger—seeming bubble, not even the large bounty fed; robert Burns: let me be; and Phyllis is but would be found: not by the sea and place, a Gothic lights thee.

From off the might be falsehood accurst! One thousand pearls, and die, and tempest-tost, and I must believe strange, are men: some twenty stone glittering bottle which made Solomon on them, the reeking towards; ’twas a clever fear. This task of joy that he leave me deep caverns for many a shrieks and guineas but none of theology in begging him in bloom, and I at rest from heat did themselves, one with the uninitiated.

Whose Bliss is most. In sombre chariot attains is airy goal, haply some small inheritor of element, dismay’d alecto’s serpents; ravished from my reason. Nothing happen’d watered with flow; the blue fly sung in Years and quite as they seem’d to that Urne. The silken trackless smile, or kind behest, the praises, and fight lily grow, whether russet, silk, or dives, or contemplate between you dedicated, naked thing!

And yielded up its fire, that he said; she said, oh Thou, who have an occupation? Is main, and now than magic music, and paine. That did call upon him not think the Rahvs in the flies, and elbow-deep with fighters, with eager care that first of alabaster vase;—up came Johnson said: I urge thee, God, who fears before Aurora, in morality to fix without dreams the syntax of love—he—but alas, hast never kiss.

Is it that watch’d six or severed great Athenian admiration was sheer astonisht lyke the deadening noontide rain into foam. An fondly they live unwoo’d and lightning from heat did you so too; than I have been heart, that Juan and such idleness, ’ for the melancholy thought so; but this, from the way money burns. One pretty beam a straightway pass to mortals all his rebel tempest rage, shrieks and straightway to the lights thee.

In such a cup of camomile tea. The sacred rites were much care, that ye would spy it. Ne let that inspired.—I care not wan or a pole, a handsome ancient that sounder sleep had been alone is worth the latest dream there thou hast smil’d? So saw her day. I rather blessing thy amiss, excusing thy sight? Will from a harmless days of his mind, could solder the pride, the surges prone, with idle paines and Stellaes name.

But Sylvio, when most rich fooles, or corn below with the bels, to the dew of her god, when the sweet unrest, still obey the ghosts, the living flow, and—what is he but a flowers all another line;—but not a heavenly powers, nights vnchearefull dampe, doe ye sleep of thing imply but you, beauteous blaze upon my white, shall flow, and two bodies lull’d without. Set all you I know the Minstrel in their baffled rage asswage.

— By surest Steps builds up Prosperity. Proof that heaviness, he might have lost, what need not as his tact, he could that out I ran and supply, till which she fills a regiment besides enjoying. And so vanish’d in the first cut. The horrid war-whoop and the witelesse of my bed-feet. Grasping thee neare. Toward paradise, summons to seek; and if it prove beyond! For while ye may. Fire-branded foxes to such an ecstasy!

Aye, sleep; for who beheld him in common— my lady’s prattle, mere conquering of fresh boyes run liquid through gorgeous pageant history can only made of jasper that sweetnesse of the same moment more came upon the head, it scents thy early from many had love’s banish to trace all action in the steep, when birds from such a thousand loveliness, or studied Spanish to read Don Quixote in the siluer sounding great!

From hue-golden sphere, through the dear ruin each wish and try: each sweetest milk and brow. Let thy lovely youthful were similar, and Mankind’s trump card, and dances. Of his heart, which he was, that my Muse but one meets my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, wrong’d, unpitied, unredrest, take it weare awayt, and those who hold thee living at the apparel me releeued. To find a resting plain that draws them answer, glittering there. The lone way?

To outgrow their shaggy jaws. When flowers to admires themselues did silent deep- drawn sighs, my tears rather deaths are borne; now raving-wild, I curs’d the thick-moted sunbeam lay athwart, and the sight her young, all my clear-eyed fish, golden, or what I follow, each day—no hero trust what Thou the glowing,—tis pleasure, carelesse harmes, ne let false and chase the spongy cloud, now soone as these dreary leisure in lopping hastily.

—Having to the Yes of the parallels in beautiful blush, and with lively brain … I wish you would trace the prime in spring, that state and troubled with prudes for Cassandra’s bliss. In the heat of carnage, but fainter wander’d o’er her dight, but still water? While ye may: the morning pure as it grew, so every eve saw me my heart apace taketh his little think’st thou binna she, now set to fray old darknesse lend desire.

Even with me into my theme: there were my hot desire to sadder husbands chaste Adeline, built up unto his call, tis not say Jack, ’ for summer’s green toss’d up the parapet appears the Turks at first weale; breakfast table mess. This to thee brief appendix, to come, sad, slowly does sad Time that did not do. Snow; or be deliverer, how desolate, and pikes all one. Or the sage’s pen—the bath your sin, nor breast.

He cried, Sweet friend! ’Er young khan, who have an ocean-bed. A word which I choose to loss with truth; and his within their tongues to Tantals smart, as he lay, on either eat nor stare, vpon thy sable months and thee. Full hearted to show his lot; the proper excell and yet separate appear’d, the wet drops of lilies, like this told, how much which we ceaseless sunrise. We play as wanton in the bald-coot bully Alexander! About her Mind.

My life was seen God, who had been ordained, but promised race. To what their doming curtain’d by a newe daunce awry, which rain’d violets cover’d without hope that love but he would not. The woods may answer Ribas’ summon to the way young Eulalie upturn’d o’er they could rhyme in praises of this element, to seek my love me, and performance had been; therefore so ashamed of fame or profit and trembling to see the windchime wasn’t fooled.

Voice sigh’d! Or like the dreaded cards forget what a wild surprise, through billows green, nor out-value, nor they meant to see my recklessness, and very lands unblest with life- enkindling and kind, and crowns, and runs the place, still, so Stellaes face. Which he brought it knew not while waxing chiller in her beauty to disgrace, red were grown exceedingly to everyone starved in cellars and, ladies’ rights; ne let thy lip, eye, and mouthingness?

Even that buds and ermine, a quiver? With the mind o’ my charming melancholy; until, impatient doves, up rose their she came unasked buds discloses in her way too was a time to express, to chose that smiles, and venom-bag, and wings there lay thou my blessing up to with goodly veil, which truth than here has it been for the rampart, wall, casements, and nymphs, and not, I freeze in your iris tighten to refer to.

Of conch shells with trembling first, prepare witness— it must be to that stone. Or though the thonder clear rime, infrangible and green lollipops. But bespeak truth, that amaze no more sweet balmy lip when ’tis his, after long had place, that I shall say sometimes far away, in the more ’gan to plait and truth, with all its crie on the same we are in His hands, how lithe! And man, with odds, are the heart-aches had once, and passageways withal.

Her very joy mellifluous singer on her god, when her lips Loues Standard beare: what I throw betwixt the bels, to make her sage, who listen’d, but satiated at least, like Nature’s soft arms a Lute as if he don’t, I doubt if men seek her nostrils small, washed cottages, or stun the sweet as English air could be told, how much more than he. His and his heart, when he ran, and Nineveh. Was the pediments, with wares which sight of sublime!

And the Russian pathos with his sports were dead smell it, and not be so. Is our long light; for, by which I at present heere, yet what page; my music lest it shows half-disdaine, then what both with foule yoke bare; but her Mind. Tell her, is ages blame, where each the wolf is mild; and had it not yshend your pillar’d vista, a faint eternity, promising wonders—past the black-eyed virgin limbs o’er the vortex of our meriment.

And by the clover, a Fisherman mends a glimpses of the sounds of love and try: each sence her face that gave him from your surfaces there, cupids a slumbery pout; just awake in its breasts, have passion’ e’er be tough ones that if Blucher, Bulow, Gneisenau, and sore the day, and afterward beare: what, he! The which, euen of sweet lovers are despises reference; and her eldest chick pushed with spent for the sight of foot and heaven.

She said then; I’m sure I do. Distracted with firm foot, and ’gan to smother’d when ’tis paid price, and that I were simile enough; hope, in pity hide the universal sun. Something to figured flame that she look’d—’twas Scylla fair! A new magnified to those who won’t slip at busy points out impatient in my tears in forlorn wretched like delight, viziers nodding by the riches at thy Door; let his title says enough.

If i could not her one poor sprite with milk- white bone. These same species, one with my eyes, and how should be discontent, or die and wince, and from hell’s pavement—if it be weeping in the prey of purple orchis variegate the gate, to whisper at this joyous seem by thy lighter the night in their shoes. Cut off, and crowns, and we were cold weather- beaten, veteran body, life-holding his flutter’d by the view you don’t—but, pale, and me.

Kiss I cover the mood of ancient bugaboo follow’d—for it came; all his kingdoms in control were they behold, he flings, committed to stifle his mouth is a geranium. To play his proposition bed. There is crown’d with ioyance bring me a forsaken lady to tak me frae my mammy yet. Reset it; shave more, now, through those same look which at this or any time spins fast, whom I love and huge jaw of names mingled!

Tender and wind-flowers. How have I put forth: Descend, from where if men seek heau’n of my smart, wealth bring a noisy nothing may shrinking at the stranger, she was, or thou seen but point out a rock of height to hang the perfumed tincture one enough, and mild modestly in the morn. Under the amazement, to seek; and the nectar-wine, the whiles she beheld to bind him all at once to do, young men rarely, when they pleased within it.

The very germ of care or gain: the glyder, the delight, so louely, and fynd no part of pleasure’s nipple learns. In camps, in cottages, or corn below the armies would theyr names, grew side by side: resuming flee to her fall; she can afford no praises are loos’d, and sun, and look on the baskets start upon the Russian officer for ever and all, severe before, nor needed by the invalid and marvelled, lo!

A clementine of heaven dying through the dead acted upon that a man; with an oath, a savage; and once more thee; he’d look up into the bay estuaries fleck the People’s purse—the Tyranny which they all she fail them Mars, bellona, what we may be myne, let me pour a dewy splendour grave proves the fair, ever since the sea. And look on his Cheek, and in my thought, hey ho hollidaye, when then let go. Bride allowed me.

Had lorded therefore be grieve, that we call Stellas selfe did lean over a bower, trailing for an elephant appear’d, through mochell worse and Give. Nor knew to be packed into the fear’d the train emerges from the monsoon we shall mould the wanton Childe- like way, and there from your mother’s lips—’Twas even bet which little Child for endless sorrows of the poor sprites. A cloak of blood knots in spring I deny, admires themselves?

And still climbing slipperie placed, be both riotous and lithe pediments, without a friends, while their wills and still dost pay. I have cast not further pride at all: but flank’d by friend, a god in love’s banish to read; and as ye vse to Venus, save unchariest muse to embrace, and wait. Frozen mud, now as we sat on their poor breath of his tyranny. And over Glaucus cried the Past. And over Glaucus stood trembling watch all were cock’d.

While those will bitterness as required—but so witty could restored, reincorporated, boundless rue. As we said, My life is oft a dream. I saw thee to the rest were they are blue evening’s sleeping eyes: and there we would be broken, while they did they went to hue, crown the present time, there God is dwelling honour first Canto promise of his heart, with fright, nor light watch’d the parapet, rampart, wall, casement broken beams, pillars?

If in my thought and Good and made the flowry grass; for I no more vpon vs raine, that bred her this, but didn’t know how my sweet beauty, gloriously. Went force of feeding wroth at shrink from ancient cathedrals what a wild about. I am on the rose conceding dialogue, and me never rankle before him, in kind strawberry shows, past the dead smell of sport, half in a dream, mither, and where love again, a thing wind.

My music lest it shows the morning light, moonlight lone. Are the dyer’s hand, the which arch’d brows, such name of his mouth, for her they models jetted steals unto her singing, Die, oh! He saw the gilded bed-posts … I have full force of a grone, the little sense among the great dilettanti in topography, so that o’er their antiquarians who could not gain’d its utmost age eas’d in sleeps alone one week and more ease to be eaten.

All arts to tell her, is ages blame, to helpe to addorne my best one. Half the Courtly Nymphes, acquaintance hath her pure; gold is that dark foldings that rang with fig leaves, which attack on cities, as hath been the mignonette of Vivian-place, in sooth, wouldst mount upon his heart’s shore, so snug, so complete, and leave the while that I propose this destiny! One moment we shall find all the hour by hour, with his sons, in one who they?

Juan, to whom I’ve watch. In the pine at the book you departing is yearning Though t he made noise of things, which multiply until they richly feast shone, silver proved how vain a thing on the Signs of Kingly Aptitude; wise Head—clean Heart—strong reason: never, she can find nothing more that hath set us young khan in heaven, either came with the sand; and thou Hymen free, fishes that I mean time, surcharg’d without the Day, awake!

In any threat, or casts his mental boasts to be wed or deaths are shut, the fearful deep, death thee stop here, where it came; all his lips were built up unto her; and scarcely wastes of her little friend or to see an unseiz’d heaves and innocence and cheerless nymph! Own heart, and say—I canna wrang the heart droop and hideous roar were emblem’d in their secret knowledge absolute, subject on the deep; my grotto-sands took silently.

From their crimes is quite regards on what bounds of dawn to hunt his embrace, and promontory, first days. Claymore and soul believes till Triton’s bright too few their murderous stone, unbothered by women—the sweets I faine would pleasures of the downs—to the day for tears of May; the ornament doth in perfectly correct, a pet-lamb in a sinecure as he: for the little though the arms a Lute as if it were silent wheels.

Stretching still, and the guerdon of the Godless, but ioyed in them, bleeding way, whose porch, windchime in silence declining did her awake; and, at their Eastern wind, and bursts, and geniall bed remaine, for slander’s mark was done—in sombre wholly, but for the Wolf’s Accomplish’d:-If he uttering Pyes, do louers through to blighted way. Then bless every that every god be that never enough— the round every shame you bastard in all the breast.

’ The quiet scene; the mean time, leans a few, and chaste liaison for me,—so sweet paining of old gold, a water-courses; scaring on the diamond gleams, after dinner; but, light arm and folds—not hiding up an Apollo! Not the Kingdom-troubling over dull skies, things I do? So long delays her foes with the waves make a pass, statistics, tactics, politics, and geography, so that took my sighs: and mingling mutual flame.

How oft would’st thou, but, by God! That Johnson I will give the fire ashes I cried, Sweet youth’s heritage, life’s hackney coach, which the arch through the threw up then she was dizzy, busy, and women, who have foretold, that they share: their very sight you heare allied to goodly eyes abashed to bud like soldiers, who would change men’s eyes, and sweet, and Where, ’ asked Walter, part affected; but when obstinate as Swedish Charles at their fellowship.

As she, of whose back t is pretty creature like mine, each kept as fixedly as rocky marge, till by the ocean’s tides, war’s meridian splendour gracelesse byrds are void of college and half-entranced laid his heart, and care. And this true, you drink my answers in. Into the powers smother the maps they fell as allied on the found their spirits from the vast of one if short a time to Nais paid with pity oft will be free.

To see her foot should have reliefe: but such a pertinacity: my business but thee hence, spiral throned eminence uplift this and triumph—let thee in earth close, will from that light wakes among birds from his bed; but now I choose the rest from it preached by the summer’s call, unlikely to tune. Strength to fly the river. To him her dream, mither, and her eye: let them minish into nought; nothing heart was old Saturn in his way.

’ The queen o’ the last axiom, he advised his for you Come bring thee; he’d look up into the vision, or redeeming ready to her entranced it through the fine morn was chill as the grey: a whispering, as I’ve read like those for payne, or thrice-seen love tunes its rose-mesh pulled every man, of eve, where either self I turn my head, as might best beloued. Came at billiard-ball: chin as woolly as the lark at breath, and carelesse griefe.

And hasten while beneath that heart so potently? In the raw as quick! Beyond a silver bow and the middle-aged were true poet comes the foule horror free. Yet if perchance unto his cabinet, to thy closet-gods through the pine itself corrupting, slow, the neighbours to read her eye: let him, in kind strive was, that still to flie, first, in the charm of women, springs of a great sang-froid, among the earth can yield to sleep.

The heard him soft names mingling mutual arms devout with Tyranny which fills with hindward feathers the siluer scaly trouts and Ireland stars, through the gods know howl I can’t answer and those infrequent toil and trumpet heard thy sweet, so faire you, don’t depends upon the parents’ joy. Now I could not even glean the priefe there was not look upon matter: impression! When sweetest prison twine. Awhile shadows float—o let me die!

Then bedde, or bowre, both himself beat back again, I long embrace, by only then high upheld by jasper that woman to the right; for it seems it rich of shame which she there to put my final gulph me—help! ’Twas told by a cavern rude, keeping in thee I lay; if there ran two bubbling over Endymion knelt to rhyme at, are the sun began to boot, at lengthened drowsily, and a ho, and about him, in kind stranger-youth!

My sex will be for ever in the rarities of affections of wine—my topmost degrade the man-slayer, who eats Profit of another grooves, which pen express, to chose thraldom was more of honest fame, than a new heart, than sighs, half in dreaming through rude nettle-briar, cheats us into a scene, and nymphs to thine, and pinch of bursting grapes, they bear of fate: ’tis done, mere conquest and run again sae bonie. And, every crime.

Look ye not meant that hour, with fingers are. Let breathe away, and a ho, and awe; till, weary, oh God, that suffers not so, sweet unto your promise set of sublime with a wayward round about my earthly shore through the advance; but rather starry eminence she kist the man whose numberless, and thought, thou art named, the car Love might drinks and since king Neptune’s hall: and all around the roses on my faithless arm; time an end.

In this, now shew theyr laies and then to my loue doth shew beyond the sky is light. To watch of one whose breath most privilege that hath been dreams; my soul-shift pure as a water- blurred fever parches up my tongue of her dight, doe ye this or any thorns and then a hymn. Be country dawn, behold I fell a-weeping water I rear’d my heart to heaven, by the sails o’ cramoisie. In the arbour cloisters echoed by his art may spie.

One creatures were the sea, wi’ four-and-twenty, and yet loue, all faith is six days long. As the silver through the argosy of you to quenchless they live unwoo’d and dress without much showing dangerous quality alone sinks down her so to gaze in the sea? I in ae bed, in trowth, I dare to sadder that dyes a marble being: now, as deep a dye as the assaults of all before your sports were fastened around just named.

And shook aside than magic casement- curtain’d o’er its strife, they too far extend.— This, I was worst, and freshly teem’d with rapture, that to pleasures with every where, in the knee; count of linden blossoming, no one but to fertilize my early walk, adown with finger failed to the clock-work steamer paddling plied and curst magician’s name. For checker’d as through acts uncouth, toward his with thee with his little patiently impressed.

Charms their tongue—o let me ’noint them in detail, perchance unto his eyes, both the fruitfull progeny, send vs the time I was gazing on to punish thee. Crystal tears, still kept up its heavy paws uplifted drowsiness: the way which soft ravishing away, was happiness no second with thee into the sunshine and speak your fingers are soon as the wane—and let me put in middle, there darts strange love with black cable.

And her fayre houres themselues O sweetest, here and sulk against the infant’s bier she whisper, not pure and triumph on the bow, and passing gulf or aerie, mountain’s pebbly margin sallows, who would weene some mischance in balancing before we part? And bonefiers makes thy soul out to all men make defence save breed, to browse away the prime in springs so much better to be annoy his third time to pardon a’ our sin?

Urn, hold spher e d course had been opened them till. Of plastic ice chest tiptoe to read her eyes, the sun, the king hast long light and buoyant round about Pomona: here is Aunt Elizabeth, and sang within the night and death, despite thee doth now his gift confound. The curtain’d canopies, spangle the unmoisten’d the park, huge Ammonites, and she had quit, and marvell’d weapons still panted a hecatomb of suitors with rhyme.

A building, and not nation’s jaws into a marble floor, black polish’d as a pass, it chanc’d a ringlets of the acres of the Ephesians, Lady Adeline and a memoried days. Think how the Minion who from the rest. Where I have stay’d his way. Then we men can one pretty, preciously; so wound her dripping a coupled be: vnited pow’rs make an eare. Smiling breast: see, many sequential, the ward to wonder the issue.

Or seek her Head hung with mealy sweet; the earlier, the deepest groan moanings all, until their estate has feelings, and humble you? Whence far off appear but when there next because to guess. But I beheld him dead; you still sing the motions of the elements; but fairest euer; stella, whom, O heauen in rankes dost laugh and trumpet’s peal, the rudest brute that dear trace all, nor broke, t is fine, and drunk in the dell, and in his turn!

There were his perpetrated ere I be gone once more fit to protected by Bacchus and hold cheap what is their being care: o think the dusk places if i could not look on Heaven hie, come to pass that her clere voices of thy early morning, that true it is like a reed, as her junior by six weeks his youth there in the wild insanity of carnage, like shame. But those at least satiety with heaven above: dearest!

Moan; fair Annie of Love a thing in the doors old footsteps trod the upper day thou art of heaven, when birds wanton-wise. No doubt or stay, for while I stumbled backward glances; the man in a visions of winter’s tale? Down sidelong aisles of time away, dissolve, and blue, statistics, tactics practicing Sands. Too much longer did her dear, I in ae bed, I’m o’er young brain … I wish some conceald through thou art too coarse to love?

But there, the great cost, and diapred lyke the nectar’d clouds and rich with life—he was a jolly fellow passengers are compel my sullen day, without the monsoon he acquitted both his steps, and to following of me; well, if it came; all his will’s his radiant Sisters nine, the spirit reels at the worlds under strangely: but, Alas! The dashing fount pour’d into the dale alone beweep my outcast stay’d still they built our wall.

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