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May 15th - 3 months old. 

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May 15th -- Three months old.

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Hello

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The imp -fled-. He'd released her ropes. He was currently in 'fuck this shit I'm out' mode. That imp was leaping through the snow as quick as he could, which wasn't overly fast. But it was apparent he was -too- scared to stop and save anyone. He was heading for distant hills, how that the pair had cleared the crystals. Her screaming had turned the imp into a completely terrified baby.  He was clearly running for a set of hills, panting and screaming in terror as he went rushing off into the distance.  "Let's goooo he's gonna kill usss!" If Harmony followed, she'd see the hills turned into a cave, as mentioned, the sight of that imp scampering toward the entrance as if his life depended on it. What laid inside? Who knew?

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[THIS IS FANTASTIC]

My birthday gift to myself was a piece from an artist I’ve long wanted to commission, @merwild! This is my hot mess musician, Zayneth Shadowspite, felfire burns and all. Absolute delight of an artist to work with and I couldn’t be more pleased! (I already want to commission at least three more!)

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© Forndom

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OUT! .....

... but now they were going to freeze to death.

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"Set the next one on fire.. and the next..."

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“Well, I am certainly not food.” She exhaled slowly and then lifted the bar that would allow the doors to swing open. The voice being an imp made sense, imps were short and the iron maiden’s doors possessed spikes that were meant to target the torso, not legs.  “Have care.. “ She warned as she took a step backwards - the room had light but it was her light. It circled about her head in small glowing orbs that cast a warm glow over their prison bedroom. 

As she waited, her thoughts reached out to find Syred. ‘You are a log of shit.’

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Balance is a feeling derived from being whole and complete; it's a sense of harmony.