1. kyerea:

    Tell me, O’ Child of LKHAN, do you know the tale your forefathers speak? Of the Woodland Man, and his wily ways?

    Around their hushed campfires, or under their warm blankets.

    They say an old man lurks in those elder woods. Past the mountains, and into the valley. The old man dwells in his woods, with a thirst that can never be quenched. A hunger that can never be sated.

    In those elder woods, the old man lurks. For he seeks that which can never be found. He desires what can never be touched. Yet all Men possessed it.

    So the elders warned, and bade the children to stay. For who could know the old man’s ways?

    Until one day, a child grew most curious about this tale. She wanted to venture o’er the mountains, and into the valley to find that old man. The old man, and his elder woods.

    She had packed a knapsack, full of food, water, and ale. The young girl quipped, “The old man must be so hungry, thirsty, and lonely in those woods! I can take care of him! Make him well!”

    She went o’er the mountains, into the valley, and found those elder woods… Undisturbed, and ancient. Far-and-wide she explored, but could find hair, nor tail, of the old man’s home.

    The little girl cried, and wailed, “Where are you old man? I’m tired, and scared.” It was then, the old man emerged… So wrinkled, and grey. The old man sat down next to her, and asked why she came.

    The child showered the old man with love, and praise. Gifting him with food, water, and ale. The old man, in those elder woods, told her he needed no such things. The old man, of those elder woods, told her he’s been waiting for one such as her. One with bravery, innocence, and purity of heart…

    "It’s the one thing, that all Men possess. The one thing that I crave. The knowledge of what makes you keep this faith." And so that old man, in those elder woods, devoured that young girl’s soul… Her memories, and self. From then on all would know his story, and spiel. Of the Woodland Man, and his sordid tale.

    The Woodland Man

    Part 1 of the “Cycle’s End” Trilogy

    (via penanceofthedamned)

    Tagged #rawr
     
  2. plagueofgripes:

    iguanamouth:

    together at last

    HYAAAA! HYA!? HYA!

    PETCH! BAKE YOU UH KEK

    I love you Plague. I want you inside me.

    On a serious note, I wish you had better interwebs bandwidth. So you could get in on the Zaibatsu.

    Tagged #All of you.
     
  3. Tell me, O’ Child of LKHAN, do you know the tale your forefathers speak? Of the Woodland Man, and his wily ways?

    Around their hushed campfires, or under their warm blankets.

    They say an old man lurks in those elder woods. Past the mountains, and into the valley. The old man dwells in his woods, with a thirst that can never be quenched. A hunger that can never be sated.

    In those elder woods, the old man lurks. For he seeks that which can never be found. He desires what can never be touched. Yet all Men possessed it.

    So the elders warned, and bade the children to stay. For who could know the old man’s ways?

    Until one day, a child grew most curious about this tale. She wanted to venture o’er the mountains, and into the valley to find that old man. The old man, and his elder woods.

    She had packed a knapsack, full of food, water, and ale. The young girl quipped, “The old man must be so hungry, thirsty, and lonely in those woods! I can take care of him! Make him well!”

    She went o’er the mountains, into the valley, and found those elder woods… Undisturbed, and ancient. Far-and-wide she explored, but could find hair, nor tail, of the old man’s home.

    The little girl cried, and wailed, “Where are you old man? I’m tired, and scared.” It was then, the old man emerged… So wrinkled, and grey. The old man sat down next to her, and asked why she came.

    The child showered the old man with love, and praise. Gifting him with food, water, and ale. The old man, in those elder woods, told her he needed no such things. The old man, of those elder woods, told her he’s been waiting for one such as her. One with bravery, innocence, and purity of heart…

    "It’s the one thing, that all Men possess. The one thing that I crave. The knowledge of what makes you keep this faith." And so that old man, in those elder woods, devoured that young girl’s soul… Her memories, and self. From then on all would know his story, and spiel. Of the Woodland Man, and his sordid tale.

    The Woodland Man

    Part 1 of the “Cycle’s End” Trilogy

     
  4. kyerea:

    Around the World

    Glad people are liking mah scenery.

    (via classicwinchesterbitchface)

     
  5. generationfree:

    lakilester:

    No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.

    THANK YOU SAMANTHA WOJSZNIS.

    Good to know society has evolved to the point where dead human babies are equivalent to dead skin cells. And they say people don’t value human lives any more.

    Look, I support pre-first trimester abortion, and all. But you are kind of terminating a would-be human newborn. So… yeah. I mean, you can pretend you are not killing a would-be human newborn. Except you are still kind of involved in the process of terminating a living organism. People, on both sides of the argument, need to stop seeing children as tools for self-worth. Having children is an important part in any human being’s life. Every child should have access to a proper, and good home. Every potential parent should understand just how much in their life changes upon having a child. How important it is to accept the responsibility, and raise a child accordingly. That way, this child gives back accordingly to the society he/she was raised in.

    As it is though, it just seems people use children as some means of personal self-worth. Pro-choicers think abortion is some warped, ultimate form of feminist empowerment, and freedom. Or a means of continuing a lifestyle choice without hindrance (i.e., a kid). Pro-lifers think having children makes you a more respectable person in society, and in the eyes of others. Regardless if they are capable parents or not. No one seems to care that children are the genetic, and spiritual legacy of our selves. After we are gone, the only things left behind are the children to carry on our memories.

    Neither side really gives a shit. It all comes down to their egos. Nothing more, nothing less. Human society has never been perfect, but for the most part, it tends to get better over the eons. But arguments like this? It’s just shameful. Truly.

    (via iamthekingofsass)

    Tagged #trufax