hi again 2

i am alil intoxicated,hehe,better here than facebook,cuz they are just well,to straight laced to get anything and well for lack of better terms i hide who i am on their their cuz they will never get it,with that said,i wish some times to wish  be a girl,just something about women that men never get.there is an infinative beauty within them that cant be overlooked..i miss that touch only a woman can provide sometimes but i dont think that most my female friends would understand

coco-shores:

STOP SCROLLING.

This is about saving a girls life. Kahlia Wilson goes to my school and is in year 12. She got cancer in her pelvis when she was only 13 years old, and after beating it once it has come back in her chest. Regular medicine is not an option anymore and she needs to travel to Perth for radical cancer treatment. This treatment will cost her family $30,000, money they just don’t have.
If you have a heart, PLEASE donate at www.curekahlia.com
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(Source: m-eowth)

I walk forth from the darkness,lightening flashes bright across the blood red sky..I kneel before you,my hand grips the hilt of my ancestral sword tightly as I rest the tip into the soft earth..
“What is thy name dark one?” you ask in a soft whisper,ur blue eyes catching the glint of flashing light off the blade.
“I am the wolf who comes from the shadows”
You lay your hand upon my furred head and

speak the words “Rise,My Wolfe”
I shake my head gently and growl softly as I stand before you.
“You have traveled far along this sunless path alone seeking knowledge that will allow your soul to rest,My weary Wolfe” you say in purred tone.
“Release me from these mortal bonds so that i may drink with my brethren in the Halls of the Gods.”
The stench of dead flesh,singed fur and the howls of my brothers fill the night sky,whispered aloft a slight breeze,touching the spirit that has lay dormant for many centuries.
“She comes,succubus,of a by gone time,who laid this curse upon me” faintly I speak to you,sorrow in my eyes.
“Slay her,My Wolfe,taste the blood of your enemy upon your tongue,let the sanguine fluid spill forth from her mortal wounds,rend her with fang,claw and the strength unmatched!”
I entrust the sword of my forefathers into your delicate hands,removing armor and mail,dropping it the hard pack dirt.
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