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Have you seen my bear Udyr?"Have you seen my bear Tibbers?"
Those were the first things he had heard when he awoke in a strange, dimly lit room. Under normal circumstances, Udyr would've never slept, only meditate. Yet, somehow he forcefully fell asleep. Perhaps some magic? he wondered. Only that didn't matter at this point of time, but rather the person that happened to be in the room with him. Or, to be more specific, a child, no older than six years. She, like all children should be, was very, very curious about the strange looking man that stood in front of her.
Rather, he was a manbeartigerturtlephoenix. And certainly not the kind to be meddled with.
Udyr has trained as an Ionian monk for the majority of his teenage years, which has led to the beast he is now, which has took most of the humane side of him. Because of his feral instincts, he tends to have the urge to maul any person that comes within eyesight until it must've looked like a bear had gotten hold of them. But this particular child made him hesi
The Walker and the ProphetWhere am I?
The inhuman being awake from a dreamless sleep to a dim and unknown room. Perhaps this is the Void, he thought himself, yet he knew he was very much wrong. His world wasn't nearly as bright as this room, in fact he could put his hand in front of him and still see it. Clutching his fist, he tested if his Void powers had remained intact. At that moment, a purplish blade rushed out of his knuckles, seemingly hollow, it is filled with the purplish energies of the Void, draining the power of his enemies and transfering into the depths of the abyss. Although the energy flowing through may look radiant enough to illuminate the entire room, it emitted nothing more than a faint glow. Satisifed with his test, Kassadin released his energy and the blade dissipated.
A moment later, he heard the unmistakeable sound of a Void inhabitant coughing somewhere right of him. He glanced to his right to see a figure starting to wake up from a long sleep, shaking his head and repeating to cough. T
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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