Applepies

Dreams!

I was woken up cold and confused. My entire left side - the side on which I was laying - was cold and wet and itchy.
The second thing I noticed was that it was dark.
Every night for the last week, dreams were invaded by something inhuman. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

There it was. 
I checked the edge on my blade, sharp as ever. 
The sword was a magical black hole, an endless pit that practically no Arcane power could escape.

And so it began. 

I looked up and he was staring at me, standing right in front of me. 
His eyes were a shimmery silver, contrasting starkly against the dark blue hue of his skin.
He stood several inches taller than everyone else around him.
They would never look like anything but clones to me, irrespective of gender. 
The rest were coming with me. The world seems so distorted.  

 He just goes in. The truth comes out.

He sidestepped the table and barreled into me, arms wrapping around my shoulders...
It seems like he has absolutely no control over his emotions. My thoughts exactly.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes with something like fear.. 
The gold chains and small jewels hanging from my horns and wrists and tail would catch the light with each movement, and I knew that I looked like a glittering goddess to these people.
It may have been less jarring if the dreams weren't so vivid or detailed, or at the very least, it was the same dream.
My legs gave out, and he held me tighter, slowly lowering us both to the carpeted floor.
Two black horns peeked out of the shaggy, black hair that sat atop his head.
The energy is coming back to him with full force.
I could feel the restraints that locked on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
Even his smile had a hint of something otherworldly, as his canines were just slightly longer than that of a human.
Behind him a long thick tail whipped the floor.

This had real promise. 
The strangest sensation began to spread across my brain. 
Demons came in all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes with the only true rarities being white and black.
His crimson skin was covered with dark as night fur on his arms, legs and chest.
"What?! Fuck no!"WHAT?" my eyes widened as I started to understand what he had in mind.
I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as my mind grows numb and my vision blurs. 
There is no way out. I can not concentrate anymore...

The moon changes to a blood moon. A whirlwind full of chaos.

Dreams! 

I was woken up cold and confused. My entire left side - the side on which I was laying - was cold and wet and itchy.
The second thing I noticed was that it was dark.
Every night for the last week, dreams were invaded by something inhuman. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

There it was. 
I checked the edge on my blade, sharp as ever. 
The sword was a magical black hole, an endless pit that practically no Arcane power could escape.

And so it began. 

I looked up and he was staring at me, standing right in front of me. 
His eyes were a shimmery silver, contrasting starkly against the dark blue hue of his skin.
He stood several inches taller than everyone else around him.
They would never look like anything but clones to me, irrespective of gender. 
The rest were coming with me. The world seems so distorted.  

 He just goes in. The truth comes out.

He sidestepped the table and barreled into me, arms wrapping around my shoulders...
It seems like he has absolutely no control over his emotions. My thoughts exactly.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes with something like fear.. 
The gold chains and small jewels hanging from my horns and wrists and tail would catch the light with each movement, and I knew that I looked like a glittering goddess to these people.
It may have been less jarring if the dreams weren't so vivid or detailed, or at the very least, it was the same dream.
My legs gave out, and he held me tighter, slowly lowering us both to the carpeted floor.
Two black horns peeked out of the shaggy, black hair that sat atop his head.
The energy is coming back to him with full force.
I could feel the restraints that locked on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
Even his smile had a hint of something otherworldly, as his canines were just slightly longer than that of a human.
Behind him a long thick tail whipped the floor.

This had real promise. 
The strangest sensation began to spread across my brain. 
Demons came in all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes with the only true rarities being white and black.
His crimson skin was covered with dark as night fur on his arms, legs and chest.
"What?! Fuck no!"WHAT?" my eyes widened as I started to understand what he had in mind.
I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as my mind grows numb and my vision blurs. 
There is no way out. I can not concentrate anymore...

The moon changes to a blood moon. A whirlwind full of chaos.

Dreams! 

I was woken up cold and confused. My entire left side - the side on which I was laying - was cold and wet and itchy.
The second thing I noticed was that it was dark.
Every night for the last week, dreams were invaded by something inhuman. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

There it was. 
I checked the edge on my blade, sharp as ever. 
The sword was a magical black hole, an endless pit that practically no Arcane power could escape.

And so it began. 

I looked up and he was staring at me, standing right in front of me. 
His eyes were a shimmery silver, contrasting starkly against the dark blue hue of his skin.
He stood several inches taller than everyone else around him.
They would never look like anything but clones to me, irrespective of gender. 
The rest were coming with me. The world seems so distorted.  

 He just goes in. The truth comes out.

He sidestepped the table and barreled into me, arms wrapping around my shoulders...
It seems like he has absolutely no control over his emotions. My thoughts exactly.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes with something like fear.. 
The gold chains and small jewels hanging from my horns and wrists and tail would catch the light with each movement, and I knew that I looked like a glittering goddess to these people.
It may have been less jarring if the dreams weren't so vivid or detailed, or at the very least, it was the same dream.
My legs gave out, and he held me tighter, slowly lowering us both to the carpeted floor.
Two black horns peeked out of the shaggy, black hair that sat atop his head.
The energy is coming back to him with full force.
I could feel the restraints that locked on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
Even his smile had a hint of something otherworldly, as his canines were just slightly longer than that of a human.
Behind him a long thick tail whipped the floor.

This had real promise. 
The strangest sensation began to spread across my brain. 
Demons came in all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes with the only true rarities being white and black.
His crimson skin was covered with dark as night fur on his arms, legs and chest.
"What?! Fuck no!"WHAT?" my eyes widened as I started to understand what he had in mind.
I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as my mind grows numb and my vision blurs. 
There is no way out. I can not concentrate anymore...

The moon changes to a blood moon. A whirlwind full of chaos.

Dreams! I was woken up cold and confused. My entire left side - the side on which I was laying - was cold and wet and itchy.

The second thing I noticed was that it was dark.
Every night for the last week, dreams were invaded by something inhuman. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

There it was. 
I checked the edge on my blade, sharp as ever. 
The sword was a magical black hole, an endless pit that practically no Arcane power could escape.

And so it began. 

I looked up and he was staring at me, standing right in front of me. 
His eyes were a shimmery silver, contrasting starkly against the dark blue hue of his skin.
He stood several inches taller than everyone else around him.
They would never look like anything but clones to me, irrespective of gender. 
The rest were coming with me. The world seems so distorted.  

 He just goes in. The truth comes out.

He sidestepped the table and barreled into me, arms wrapping around my shoulders...
It seems like he has absolutely no control over his emotions. My thoughts exactly.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes with something like fear.. 
The gold chains and small jewels hanging from my horns and wrists and tail would catch the light with each movement, and I knew that I looked like a glittering goddess to these people.
It may have been less jarring if the dreams weren't so vivid or detailed, or at the very least, it was the same dream.
My legs gave out, and he held me tighter, slowly lowering us both to the carpeted floor.
Two black horns peeked out of the shaggy, black hair that sat atop his head.
The energy is coming back to him with full force.
I could feel the restraints that locked on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
Even his smile had a hint of something otherworldly, as his canines were just slightly longer than that of a human.
Behind him a long thick tail whipped the floor.

This had real promise. 
The strangest sensation began to spread across my brain. 
Demons came in all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes with the only true rarities being white and black.
His crimson skin was covered with dark as night fur on his arms, legs and chest.
"What?! Fuck no!"WHAT?" my eyes widened as I started to understand what he had in mind.
I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as my mind grows numb and my vision blurs. 
There is no way out. I can not concentrate anymore...

The moon changes to a blood moon. A whirlwind full of chaos.

Dreams! I was woken up cold and confused. My entire left side - the side on which I was laying - was cold and wet and itchy.

The second thing I noticed was that it was dark.
Every night for the last week, dreams were invaded by something inhuman. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

There it was. 
I checked the edge on my blade, sharp as ever. 
The sword was a magical black hole, an endless pit that practically no Arcane power could escape.

And so it began. 

I looked up and he was staring at me, standing right in front of me. 
His eyes were a shimmery silver, contrasting starkly against the dark blue hue of his skin.
He stood several inches taller than everyone else around him.
They would never look like anything but clones to me, irrespective of gender. 
The rest were coming with me. The world seems so distorted.  

 He just goes in. The truth comes out.

He sidestepped the table and barreled into me, arms wrapping around my shoulders...
It seems like he has absolutely no control over his emotions. My thoughts exactly.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes with something like fear.. 
The gold chains and small jewels hanging from my horns and wrists and tail would catch the light with each movement, and I knew that I looked like a glittering goddess to these people.
It may have been less jarring if the dreams weren't so vivid or detailed, or at the very least, it was the same dream.
My legs gave out, and he held me tighter, slowly lowering us both to the carpeted floor.
Two black horns peeked out of the shaggy, black hair that sat atop his head.
The energy is coming back to him with full force.
I could feel the restraints that locked on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
Even his smile had a hint of something otherworldly, as his canines were just slightly longer than that of a human.
Behind him a long thick tail whipped the floor.

This had real promise. 
The strangest sensation began to spread across my brain. 
Demons came in all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes with the only true rarities being white and black.
His crimson skin was covered with dark as night fur on his arms, legs and chest.
"What?! Fuck no!"WHAT?" my eyes widened as I started to understand what he had in mind.
I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as my mind grows numb and my vision blurs. 
There is no way out. I can not concentrate anymore...

The moon changes to a blood moon. A whirlwind full of chaos.

I was woken up cold and confused. My entire left side - the side on which I was laying - was cold and wet and itchy.

The second thing I noticed was that it was dark.
Every night for the last week, dreams were invaded by something inhuman. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

There it was. 
I checked the edge on my blade, sharp as ever. 
The sword was a magical black hole, an endless pit that practically no Arcane power could escape.

And so it began. 

I looked up and he was staring at me, standing right in front of me. 
His eyes were a shimmery silver, contrasting starkly against the dark blue hue of his skin.
He stood several inches taller than everyone else around him.
They would never look like anything but clones to me, irrespective of gender. 
The rest were coming with me. The world seems so distorted.  

 He just goes in. The truth comes out.

He sidestepped the table and barreled into me, arms wrapping around my shoulders...
It seems like he has absolutely no control over his emotions. My thoughts exactly.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes with something like fear.. 
The gold chains and small jewels hanging from my horns and wrists and tail would catch the light with each movement, and I knew that I looked like a glittering goddess to these people.
It may have been less jarring if the dreams weren't so vivid or detailed, or at the very least, it was the same dream.
My legs gave out, and he held me tighter, slowly lowering us both to the carpeted floor.
Two black horns peeked out of the shaggy, black hair that sat atop his head.
The energy is coming back to him with full force.
I could feel the restraints that locked on my wrists, ankles, and neck.
Even his smile had a hint of something otherworldly, as his canines were just slightly longer than that of a human.
Behind him a long thick tail whipped the floor.

This had real promise. 
The strangest sensation began to spread across my brain. 
Demons came in all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes with the only true rarities being white and black.
His crimson skin was covered with dark as night fur on his arms, legs and chest.
"What?! Fuck no!"WHAT?" my eyes widened as I started to understand what he had in mind.
I began to lose the feeling in my limbs as my mind grows numb and my vision blurs. 
There is no way out. I can not concentrate anymore...

The moon changes to a blood moon. A whirlwind full of chaos.

Dreams

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Wickedly perfect
In Dreams
I had a dream that I was lost... standing in a mist of fog.
As the rush comes.
FALLEN SKY
Life goes on.
I see it shining when my eyes close.
Secrets of all the Universe.
I keep running.
I tried to make my way. Because I want to get caught.
shivering to trip and stumbling along the overgrown path.
Life goes on.
I remember the electricity that radiated between us.
Don't wait, Don't wait...
The sky glows. It burns. I am the Lost. In this frozen wilderness.
"I can't listen to what you have to say.
No, I can't take one more word from you, please don't say what you're going to do."The more I give.
I want to FEEL you
Feel you, the breath you in until I’m suffocating.
My body.
I am the Mist. And snow lies all around. I can't take your whispers pulling me in.
There's so much power in that.
You're beating me with interrogation. Spinning me down into damnation.
I hear words I never said.
When I hear them screaming. I don't know if I should run or stay?
If you want me in your life, put me there, SIMPLE!
But don't raise your voice
Don't cause a scene.
What we seek is already here. I love how nature encourages us to play. Your rivers, your forests and your sea.
The Path to Darkness.
Even when you think your battles are over they have just begun.
Here a girl is being comforted by her concerned Dragon companion."I carry your lantern and you are the light.
Her scales feel like the softest of silks and when you run your hand across her muzzle, you are filled with the most wondrous, magical, mystical, powerful energy and strength.
She is the colour of the trees and if anyone were to pass her, she would stand so still that most humans (who oftentimes don't notice an awful lot anyway) would pass her by.
The Magic - It speaks of the enchantment of magic and love.
In the scent of a lover, that warm feeling within.
I’m all of those things.
When in the forest, the rays of the sun passing through the branches of each tree casts an unusual magical play of light and shadow; There is a certain calm or sweet feel to the environment, But my feet are frozen to the ground.
The fog grows dense. We are overcome by a sudden strangeness.
Not here among broken, fallen stones. In this frozen wilderness.
I couldn’t see but I could feel your looming presence lurking in the distance, and it both excited and frightened me.
Don't wait, Don't wait
The road is now a sudden sea
And suddenly, you're deep enough
Then out of nowhere, you appear, the fog starts to fade.
Your eyes see right through me, it’s as if you witness all my desires and wishes play out in front of you.
The details of your face almost nose to nose with mine start to form.
Our pale, ashen skins light the way against a darkened sky.
Feeling strong.
To lay your armour down
To lay your armour down
To lay your armour down
There's a coldness in the air
But I don't care.
My favourite dreams are what many would consider nightmares.
I almost don’t want to breathe in his presence, no, what I want is for time to stand still, for moments to turn to hours and hours to never end.
When the world is turned to ash.
Flames covering the distance around me the sounds of villagers.

In a world. So intense.
As the rush comes
I don’t need to SEE anything, because I can FEEL everything.
While he was choking me between his strongest arm.
So perfectly wicked. in that moment.
It begins.
So real. He paints my flesh in pretty colours. Just a whore on the floor! I see the world deaf to our screams.
so intense-I am lost within my world.
In my time of weakness.
He picked me up to his tail, wrapped it around my arms.
His tail stretching around my neck.Something cold.
Something evil...He flew in the air round the bend
The sun is in the sky. If you could see me now. Keeping me so very still.
We must have been so far up, hovering above the frozen lake.
so very high up. I could see all the trees below my feet.
The flame's in the distance.
So bring it on.
As the rush comes. I see everything.
Words aren’t possible, not right this second.
My remains bared with scars. Til my eyelids become an open door.
As the rush comes.
Evil.
So bring it on.
Sinful.
So bring it on.
Depraved.
So bring it on.
Wickedly perfect. My grey skin, my black claws. He's blinded me you see.
Looking in your eyes I saw the darkness.
As the rush comes
I always do this.
He’s so fucking good at being bad.

Pictures of Michael!❤

Zero