Introduction
Artalf a world much like our earth, has suffered from an ancient war between two races; the Dwarves and the Angels. Their hatred for each other has continued on for so many years that both the reason for this battle and hope for the two to co-exist has been lost to history and ruin. The Humans, which are primitive and tribal are quite literally stuck in the middle. As they reside on Artalf's surface, called Tellus by most people. Dwarves live in the depths of the earth in grand mountain halls honing their skills as craftsmen of great works of art, war, and machinery, known as Miruvorren. The Angelic entities live above the lands and clouds in a floating city, named Saloriel, known for its technology and grand universities. Between the mixes, is an ancient race that has cut itself from the equation, Elves. They live in the Forest, Eosafa. No one dares to impose war on the Elves territory or seek help from them. They are one of the strongest and most wise races and they choose to not partake in the foolish trifles of the other races, but are not afraid to defend themselves if necessary.
Dwarves and the Angelic entities are currently on peaceful terms which were resulted by the act of a treaty. However, as of today. Agoost 27th, 3047β¦War has once again been decreed.
Dwarves-
These stocky creatures range from two feet at their shortest and 4.5 feet their tallest. The men are known for their huge coarse beards that are their pride and joy. Their woman are not skinny but their beauty can be found in their warm smiles and even warmer hearts. The Dwarves are a rowdy and loud bunch who love their drink and a good time with their budds. However, they are usually harsher to outsiders, but will accept them once respect is earned. They live in the high mountains filled to the brim with veins upon veins of precious metals and gems, which they have mined for centuries. Dwarves are sturdy and unlike popular belief, very clever and in no ways stupid. They are experts in machinery and its creation, and their weapons tend to be very effective and very creative. Their art is some of the most intricate and beautiful in almost all mediums. Their history and how they came to be is unknown, lost to myth and legend, some just assume the Dwarves have always been there. The will of the Dwarf is unlike any other, they don't give up when they want something.
To them the Angelic race is an annoyance to some and a thorn in the side to others, the opinion varies from dwarf to dwarf, but overall any dwarf will say they would love to stick it to an Angel. The Angels pride and snooty behavior is resented very much be the Dwarves.
Elves-
Not much is known about the Elves. Like the Dwarves, their origins are shrouded in mystery, but some have speculated that Humans were a creation of the Elves. This theory is extremely ridiculed, even by humans. All that is known is that they are beautiful, wise, swift, and have no interest in the world outside their home in the forests.
Humans-
Humans are the most basic form on Artalf, but they are survivors. Forced to live in a world with no technology and reside on the natural resources of this earth, they bring back the true meaning of willpower. Compared to the other races, they are not as strong. But their spirit and heart leave the other races in the dust. Their lungs are bigger, their feet and arms are stronger, their eye-sight better, and their hearing is sharper, the only race that can beat them in physical prowess is the Elves. Despite the lack of science or advance art and machinery, they are not dull by any means.
Angelic Entities-
Scientifically made to appear as an angel, they are the smartest out of the three races. They use to be humans until they had conducted experiments on earth to give those the appearance of an angel: with wings and the ability to fly. Once this had been accomplished-man kinds biggest dream- they felt nothing else was impossible. They designed a floating city, so that they may fully separate themselves from primitive humans. The society that now exists is one void of death from sickness, injury, and angels are rumored to live ten times longer than humans. They create their children, and parents have the option of choosing their chlid's genetic features, from what they will look like to how their bodies will work and grow.
They hate the dwarves and feel they are an abomination. They are not physically appealing, and their stubbornness pains them. Being up in the sky for so long has made them view themselves as Gods. They are egotistic, prideful, and intelligent.
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-----Picture (c) Rage&Pride
---Prisoner-(c) Mrs. Lonely
----Angel Entities War Speech (c) erziban
-----Vision (c) CNEKBMYLOVE
Julius 27th, 3047. 11:00 pm.
Night and day the darkness covers Jensens limp, lean, and weak body. Tied in metal chains to walls of bricks, screaming in his head but from his mouth not even a pip. He'd been locked up in this cell for days, two weeks to count exactly. Barely given any food and water, his body was bound to rot in here. His only hope was a trail. That was all he needed. All he needed to get out of here! His parents would come for him, set some connections up in the court house. He'd be free! Come on! Where were they!?
A candle flickered in the corner, outside the iron bars of his little musty jail. And by that light men sat in shifts, hardly attractive for being Angelic Entities. Their wings were rusty and grey, covered in dust. He scoffed, hardly took care of the things. His own wings shuffled in pain, closed in on his back and bounded to the wall with chains. He wasn't used to being in this position. He'd always had his wings spread wide for the whole world to see, sunglasses on as he bathed in the sun with each step down the busy side-walks of Saloriel. Admiring the beautiful scenery, hitting on the ladies and gentlemen who watched him with envy. Damn, he just got an ugly thought. Levi Harondal, that venomous pretty boy! It was his fault he was in here, trapped in the dark, no light, no fun, no life. Everything was gone.
The sounds of sturdy heels against cold stone echoed throughout the room, great, miss Smarty Carp was here. He looked up to a lady wearing all crimson, with long wavy light blue hair that fell down her shoulders like waterfalls. The roots of her head and some of her hair were colored a rusty black, naturally that kind of look wouldn't have been possible in the past. But thanks to her, anything was possible.
βPleasant as always to see your beautiful face,β Jensen spoke sarcastically. She looked with pleasure from a height at the man dying inside, tilting her head to the side at his remark.
βOh, Jensen, cut the act out already. We all know you hate me, its quite alright.β Nothing stood out to him in this pale light except her dooming crystalline eyes.
"Whatever, wench just tell me when my trial is?" She started to laugh; with lips of poison she told him thus.
"What trial, you foolish clown? Stupid men like you belong in the ground! I wear a crown, you wear a sack. I am the law... all else, including parasites like you, are trivial?β She shook her head disappointingly and posed her simple yet luscious body against the cell and smirked at him. Jensen wanted to smack that calm expression right off her pretty face. If he wasn't in these chains, she'd be scared, very scared.
βPoetry, that's sweet and all, but I'm no poet...and I know it.β he replied cornily, βNow, seriously, cut the analogies and get to the chase! You don't wear no damn crown, you're just a lab rat!β he hissed. She put up her pointer finger and shifted it back and forth.
βAh, ah, ah. You can shout and you can yell, but from this day your home's this cell. No one comes here but those I command, your chances of freedom are none, I'm afraid." Her words echoed in the space, his hope ebbed away. With that she walked off, no elegance and only stiffness in her hips. With a dry throat, spent soul and head in a mess, the candle blew out.
In my dream I see a man,
banished to the Tellus land.
Falling from the sky with broken wings,
she was sure it was Jensen Shackles, from his midnight, pitch black wings.
Why was he in her dreams?
The next dream is filled with many Angels
roaring, screaming, yelling, barking battle cries
Fighting, slashing, with their greedy blows
But a date, Sphira doesn't know.
Augoost 27th, 3047
Isn't that today!?
The next dream she sees her own kind
Grey skinned with bright red eyes
Dealing blue-prints with a light headed girl,
ordering Jensen's death and the start of war.
βAngelica, the time is now. Decree war!β
The next dream put Sphira into shakes,
Dwarves and humans torn limb by limb,
By robot 's hand but not by mind,
Children, parents, friends, all killed.
Rivers turn red burning in a Blaze of Glorious Fire;
For it's what they, the Alps, have for so long desired.
Flashes! Slashes! Screams! Cries! Blood! Disaster! Chaos!
She couldn't take it anymore!
Please, let her just wake up!
Sphira jolted up from her bed, sitting up right with harsh breathes. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face as azure markings dashed around her skin in a frenzy. What was that!? Was it a vision, or just a dream? Sometimes she hated to dream, the visions of fire and chaos never seemed to let her wake refreshed. She glanced to her right, where glowing vines that told time hung. Augoost 27, 3047. 3am.. The date mentioned in her dream. Beside her, her husband rustled in the bed, turning on his side with his back facing her. She reached over and pulled the stem of a bluebell flower and lighted up at her touch, shining light out onto their leaf bed and verdure room. Vines hung down from the canopy above. Blue and white roses grouped at the bases of trees watched in silence, never moving. The Queen stepped out of bed and hurried over to her fountain. It was across the room, between two big trees where roses with deadly thorns adorned the ground. Behind the fountain, their wall was made from vines that grew themselves into a snowflake. Through the cracks you could see small bluebell lanterns outside the Elvens homes, hanging from their porches. When would a peace like this spread throughout the whole world? Sphira gazed into her own reflection, staring into her deep brown eyes coated with tiny sapphires.
βSpirit of the earth, that watches over time.β Sphira recited, dipping her fingers into the water, letting the ripples flow over the clear surface. βAncestors of Elven legacy I call upon you, by war we are not bound,β The water glowed an effulgent beryl, and ice crystals gradually began to form from the bottom up. βTell me, Queen Sphira Leyroux, do you tell me a vision, of war to come?β At first, the water in the fountain moved lazily side to side. But then it became like monstrous waves that froze into sheets of crystalline ice. The object stood in silence, before shaking uncontrollably. Chattering and clinking, bits and pieces of ice popped off of it. Behind her, her husbands voice whispered.
βSphira?β he asked, but she ignored him. The iced fountain burst apart, and mist surrounded her. Her husband could no longer see her. It was as if she was sucked into another world and white cloudy mist was her backdrop with sparkles of light filtering in here and there: Magenta, Cyan, Yellow, Lime, Violet, and Crimson. These small lights started to form together, making images. Crimson became dominate, and all Sphira could see was blood and gore. Lifeless bodies on the ground,limbs and organsof humans and Dwarves scattered across Tellus land. The image changed, morphing into the picture of Angelica Crystoff. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, the Crystoffs? What did they have to do with the war? Again, the image changed. It displayed a portrait of an Angelic, wingless. She recognized him, he was the Shackles son. Parents who had been loyal to her and the Earth Crawlers mission since they were born. They gave their son for this mission, so that he could live in the world they had only dreamed of and read in history books. But she had seen him falling through the sky. Was he going to die? Or was it a metaphor?
βSPHIRA. THE IMAGES I SHOW YOU ARE TRUTH.β A booming voice echoed in the empty space, and could only be heard within the mist. She touched the image of Jensens face, and he disappeared.
βWhat does this all mean?β she asked,
up to the voice.
βTHE WAR IS COMING TODAY. β it voiced darkly.
βW-what?β she was in shock, the information Shackles parents had given to her-that they retrieved from their son- said the War was not to begin till 3 months from now. βBut that's not-β
βIT IS. THE ALPS HAVE INTERVENED. YOU MUST WARN THE DWARVES. GIVE THEM THE BLUE-PRINTS OF THE S.H.I.E.L.D. AND SEND OUT TWO ELVES TO WATCH THE WAR, THEIR PRESENCE IS VITAL.β He interrupted. Sphira ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, pacing back and forth. Why? Why did this have to happen? She foresaw the Dwarves victory a month ago. Curse time and history for being so tricky!
βRight away.β she was about to exit when he spoke again.
βSPHIRA...LET JENSEN COME.β were his last words before she exited the other dimension, a rip in time. She fell to her knees, it took so much magical energy out of her to talk to the Great Elven Spirit of Time. What had he meant by that? Let Jensen come.... Her husband rushed to her side, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face and gripping her shoulders.
βWhat did you see Sphira?β he was obviously concerned. So was she.
βI'll tell you later. Right now,β she lifted her head up and her eyes shined a light that burned nearly brighter then the sun. A fire with an icy hue. βGet me Clara, Nara, and Sylzara.β the lights in her eyes shook before popping out, becoming bright, burning balls of will-o-wisps. They burst away, through the cracks in the vines of her snowflake. βHurry,β
Melinda has a peculiar way of stepping. She has never had a leg injury,yet she walks with a limp in her step. She also has the pattern of first stepping with her left foot. I wonder if it has any connection to her being more left-brained than right-brained? Oh,no, now that's silly.
When Melinda looked in her direction, Clara looked down to the book she was 'reading',and wondered how no one noticed she had probably 'read' the book 52 times.Melinda did not even give her a second look, only brushing past her like she was part of the scenery,and walked,left foot first,over to a fruit vendor. She assumed people were too preoccupied with the clothes they were going to get,the diversely colored leaves falling from the trees,or the sky that glittered with stars. She couldn't sleep, so she might as well join the insomniacs and the sellers that encouraged them. The night was always interesting,as people were more confident in the dark. She reveled in that she could use the same book every time, and no one would ever notice the difference, even though she could notice the difference about them.
Terrence is going to be rewarded with a cold since he stepped out so late at night to visit his lover, who is regrettably not his current girlfriend. He will probably sneeze in a little while, presumably blame it on the new pollen, which is not a good excuse,and wipe it on his pants. I will not see Terrence tomorrow, because he will be in bed. She saw the handsome blonde elf sneeze twice, and then wipe it on the back of his pants.
Ew! He wiped his snot on his ass!
She giggled internally,but could not laugh aloud or else people would turn to look at her. She could have blamed it on the book, if it looked like a comedy, but she was 'reading' Histories of Great Elven Historians, so she doubted anyone would believe the content was amusing.
Clara was wearing her sixth best autumn outfit, which consisted of a silk teal blouse,a tailored gray jacket,cropped black trousers,and belt that had a silver clasp. Her accessories included her medium-sized teal bag, which inside had a bookmark,a snack of orange slices,a lipstick she had never worn,a silver pen,and a notebook which she recorded data in, and also her teal flats on. Clara considered shoes an accessory because sometimes she did not wear them.
A pink head caught her eye this time, and the girl was surprised Trixie would even show her face in public, since she had morbidly embarrassed herself two days prior by being caught for stealing something, and then harassing a figure of authority. Clara had watched her technique from afar, and Trixie was sloppy and a rookie. When Clara 'borrowed' things, she sometimes bought something else, and, if it wasn't food,she would return it when she had had her way with the object. She did not know why she did this, as she was well endowed financially, but it was a habit now, and she couldn't shake it.
Trixie did not hang her head, but instead raised it confidently as she walked through the square, and the teen had to admire the simple bravery of not being ashamed by a person's mistakes,but instead acknowledging it and not being sorry. Sure, it was 10PM, but it was something.Heads turned at the sight of the tall, vivacious character before them, and conversations hushed as Trixie began to do what she had always done, saying hello to vendors that she knew or neighbors she sometimes visited. Clara knew Trixie was raised to be a courteous girl, but she also knew she had grown up in simplicity, and Trixie was not content with only simple things, which is why she had tried to steal the diamond necklace.
She just wants to have something pretty, and she was the only one who could give herself it.
She was a beautiful girl, but her clothes were plain, in either shades of black,white,beige,or gray, and her dresses and pants always went down to her ankles. Some elves dressed like this, but others were more modern, as most elves in the town square were, and Trixie just contrasted even more. The square was comfy,and gave you the feeling that every buzz of activity,every sleepless elf that was too energetic for this time of night, every coin clicking in someone's pocket,or even every Trixie proudly walking down the cobblestone steps with her right foot first, was your own experience, and that was why the square was Clara's favorite place.
Clara decided to leave, so she put the bag onto her shoulder, and started over to a place she knew well. She had always had a thirst for adventure, so obviously she was going to find it. As Clara walked past the bit of marsh to her secret place, she wondered how things were running in the world. Tensions seemed high between some races at the moment, or at least that is what she had heard from listening to the whisperings between her father and mother at night. Her father worked for Queen Sphira herself, and Clara actually knew her quite well, visiting with her on several occasions. The queen had noticed Clara's talent for scrutinizing others, and had used her here and there many times. Clara had felt special then.
The girl heard the distinct song of the nightingale then,and smiled. They quite frequented this place at night, and she would be sad when they nested comfortably in their trees in the winter.She was now at the forest, or rather, her tree in the forest. There was a pile of different colored leaves, and Clara picked two up, a red and an orange one. Her tree, she had altered by magic. It had taken her many weeks to do so, because she had wanted it to be perfect, and so had been researching spells to get it exactly as she wanted. She had discovered this tree when she had run from her house one morning, after her parents had tried attempt number seventy-eight to get her back into piano lessons. She would not go. She had leaned on this tree, sighing, and as she closed her eyes to the wind picking up and whooshing in her ears, a sweet almost-silence, she wished she could live here whenever she wanted. She had accomplished that.
The tree was tall, and its width was thick. Clara jumped at a branch, her branch, quite difficult since an hour had passed since she had left the square, and the darkness of night enveloped her. Still, she knew where it was, having latched onto it so many times before.She swung herself up to a hole in the tree. This is where things were no longer natural, since when she slipped into the hole the capacity of the tree was that of a small tree-house. No one could find her here, so she had made the place her own. Boards full of personality traits, quirks, certain appearances, most of the elves in the kingdom. Berries,nuts,apricots,other melons. She sat down at the only table in the small room, and opened her bag, retrieved her notebook, and then opened that. She turned on a light she had near.Pages and endless pages of information about elves, the few humans she had met, animals,things, anything else she ever thought of putting. She was happy here as she added the bits and pieces of story to a person, naming the entries with titles such as 'Trixie's Battle with Society', and 'The Stip in her Step'. She flipped through the pages as she read people's stories, and didn't care that her parents would yell at her when she got home. That is if they found her missing, and Dini was a pretty good liar for such a level-headed sister.She smiled, a full blown, teeth-baring,eye crinkling smile.
And then something tapped on the shield in the hole in the tree.
"Bloody hell!"
She stomped over to the hole.She loved animals, don't get her wrong, but she didn't love animals. And if it was a branch she would murder it,scaring her and annoying her at this time of night. She looked at a clock in the corner. It was 3:18 AM. Oh,damn, if her parents knew she was out, they'd shoot her.
Her eyes widened as she saw a will-o-wisp there. The last time she had seen a will-o-wisp the queen.....
She hurriedly got her purse, throwing in an apricot, and climbed out of the hole. The blue will-o-wisp bounced in place, waiting for her.
As soon as she neared it, it started to slowly bounce downwards, and Clara could hardly see because it was so dark. The will-wisp glowed though, so she followed it down. It started to move fast paced now, and she had to run through the forest, down the paths,quicker than her speed coming here, so they were making much progress. They passed the square briefly, instead heading north, and Clara started to huff with exhaustion. She also could barely see anything as she ran through the terrain.
It slowed as they got to the castle.A marvelous sight, all grand, exquisite, and large, giving you the feeling that secrets were held here, but also families and generations.
The will-o-wisp now bounced innocently, as if it didn't just make Clara exert herself more than she should at.... she checked her watch. 3:47AM.
"Don't just...levitate there as if you didn't make me run through a forest,bugger!"
It bounced slowly over to the gates, where the guards raised a knowing eyebrow and let her through.
As she followed the wisp through the castle to where the queen was, she could not help but marvel at the paintings there, the lace decorations, and the lavish furniture and carpets. The extravagance overwhelmed her, and she brushed some stray leaves from her blazer.
She quietly entered the room,and spotted the queen. As beautiful as ever,gorgeous as if she just didn't get out of bed, but her expression and movement seemed to be in disarray,although it was subtle. Her hair was also a bit off, so Clara could tell she had been in bed before.
"Are you alright, Queen Sphira? What have you sent me here for?"
She did not see anyone else, and she wondered what quest the Queen could possibly give her. Maybe she could put in a good word with her parents as well.
Sylzara sighed and looked around at the square. It was nearly 3:00 in the morning, a fact illustrated by the large clock in the square, and a time that Sylzara loved because it was a time when the square was all but empty till the morning sun. It was then that she didn't have to hide herself from most of the clans sight, and the pitying glances they sent her way, and a time when animals the night animals would start to emerge, for their nights foraging.
Hearing the sound of loud heavy foot falls of someone running Sylzara froze and shrank against a tree till she could not be seen. Warily she peeked out to watch as a tall red-headed girl came running following behind the will'o'wisp the she had seen earlier. The sight of her caused Sylzara to blink.
"Now what could she want with Clara?"
Sylzara had never been introduced to the girl, not really, but she had seen her around the square before and had heard her name called out by her friends and other friendly people. With her height Clara was about half a head taller than Sylzara with red hair and black eyes, though they were hidden within the night. Clara was wearing a silk teal blouse,a tailored gray jacket,cropped black trousers,and belt that had a silver clasp and carried with her a purse.
Sylzara herself was wearing a silk green shirt with dark green trousers, both of which allowed her to move unseen through large crowds, or forests. Blonde hair she had tied behind her into a ponytail so that it framed her face and called to attention her flashing green eyes.
these eyes widened however when a will'o'wisp entered the square again and headed strait for her and the tree she was in, stopping to bounce in front of her when it found her.
"what the?"
Sylzara couldn't figure out why the wisp had stopped in front of her, but it had, and she knew what that meant. Climbing down in the wan light offered by the wisp was no problem to Sylzara as she had made the climb many times. Neither was running after the wisp to arrive at the front of the castle that the queen remained in. Surprise crossed her features when the guard let her in with no challenge.
Walking now, so not to arrive out of breath, she took in the decorations of the castle her eyes wide. However Sylzara quickly arrived at the room all the same to find Clara and the queen there, the queen paler then usual.
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Alicia Sober
"I kind of made the decision 'No, dont' right as I was saying it :/"
Anglecia Azazel
"I can feel it. It won't be long now."
Habaine CrookSwallow
"Why is that?"
Clarity Twist
"Do you think fake tears is just going over the top?"
Queen Sphira Leyroux
"Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another steppingstone to greatness.
Noella Kingston
The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams.
Angelica Crystoff
"Progress is what happens when impossibility yields to necessity."
Nara Selstin
"I am the four seasons, I am true neutrality itself, never faltering, never stepping outside my bounds. Nah, just kidding, come and play with me!"
Marcus Spencer Hastings
"Have you ever heard that joke about the two electrons? Haha, just kidding I'm not a total nerd."
Levi Herondal
"This is definitely NOT fabulous, I REFUSE to take part!"
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Levi Herondal
"This is definitely NOT fabulous, I REFUSE to take part!"
Nara Selstin
"I am the four seasons, I am true neutrality itself, never faltering, never stepping outside my bounds. Nah, just kidding, come and play with me!"
Alicia Sober
"I kind of made the decision 'No, dont' right as I was saying it :/"
Habaine CrookSwallow
"Why is that?"
Anglecia Azazel
"I can feel it. It won't be long now."
Angelica Crystoff
"Progress is what happens when impossibility yields to necessity."
Ivan McDerfinsmear
"Ay, I may me drunken as can be, but I ain't that drunk!"
Queen Sphira Leyroux
"Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another steppingstone to greatness.
Clarity Twist
"Do you think fake tears is just going over the top?"
Jensen Shackles
"If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now. I'm here to try to talk some sense into you."
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Habaine CrookSwallow
"Why is that?"
Nara Selstin
"I am the four seasons, I am true neutrality itself, never faltering, never stepping outside my bounds. Nah, just kidding, come and play with me!"
Angelica Crystoff
"Progress is what happens when impossibility yields to necessity."
Alicia Sober
"I kind of made the decision 'No, dont' right as I was saying it :/"
Ivan McDerfinsmear
"Ay, I may me drunken as can be, but I ain't that drunk!"
Levi Herondal
"This is definitely NOT fabulous, I REFUSE to take part!"
Sylzara Maraua Harahrah
In silence man can most readily preserve his integrity.
Jensen Shackles
"If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead by now. I'm here to try to talk some sense into you."
Anglecia Azazel
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because i was an idiot and made us chat in the RP, here is this so that wont happen again xD
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All is Fair in Hate and War
1, 2, 3, 4, 5by UtaUsagi on Wed Jul 03, 2013 12:00 am
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All is Fair in Hate and War
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Before The War: Jensen & Levi
1, 2by UtaUsagi on Fri Jul 05, 2013 6:37 pm
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Before The War: Jensen & Levi
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Brainstorm ze Arcs!!!!!
by UtaUsagi on Thu Jul 11, 2013 1:17 am
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Brainstorm ze Arcs!!!!!
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The Months
by UtaUsagi on Thu Jul 04, 2013 12:47 pm
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The Months
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