Kunushi Vs. Mat TsuzukiThe demon charged Mat, his blade rising off of the ground slowly, an upward diagonal slash coming Mat’s way. The boy, however, was quick to guard with one of his bone swords, pushing Kunushi’s shadow blade back into the ground. The shaper then swung his sword down, aiming to try and cut of Kunushi’s arm.Kunushi Vs. Mat Tsuzuki
The demon dodged that attack, however, by using his sword hilt as a pole, swinging around to the back side of Mat, both of their backs now touching. The man changed his sword’s blade into a lighter one than it was at the moment, the blade now being more fit to be called a short sword than a broad sword. Kunush
Why It RainsAn old Native American sat down by a fire on a rainy night, his grey hair tied back in a pony tail. The whole tribe was in a cave waiting for the storm to pass over. The Native American’s arms raised and he motioned for all the young of the tribe to gather together. His old lips opened and began to move, speaking to them. Slowly he spoke, “This, children, is the story of how rain came to be,” and so the story began:Why It Rains
One day, long, oh so long, ago, the great creator made everything and in this land and the necessities for them to survive. The earth was made for the animals to walk on. The animals got lo
My LoveWith a breath so sweet she can bring me to my knees and her voice so pure I beg for her to speak to meMy Love
The vibes from her soul are so merry and bright They could make even the most pessimistic
become truly joyful in their heart
Even I, a usually sour being, fell victim to her grace Her mesmerizing beauty captivating my eyes Breaking me free from the depressing binds of life
She is the antidote to the poison of my hellish prison Bringing me back to life Leaving me wanting, hanging On every kiss
