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Call upon my nightly graveyard And you'll see my nonexistent mercy. You'll enter my secret boneyard And feel my icy cold hand. Death is but a friend here And you know not of his power. Come and let him reap What one had once sowed. This midnight will bring you pain And you will feel the malice Of my midnight graveyard. Come and see my boney friends. Dance with us until the dawn And stay with us until the dusk. You will see how we party With the late and the hearty. 
Meet our wraith and shake his hand. We'll show you the way to the Gate. Bones, bones, and broken hearts. This is the land for those depart. Forgotten and

Petrichor and Pulchritude The scene itself was quite different. Something about it was off, something that just made it seem unreal and impossible. The trees swayed lightly in the soft breeze that blew through the rolling hills. The sun popped out behind clouds, illuminating everything in a soft orange light. The orange light spilled on the landscape, pulling everything into a very surreal state. Something about the way the breeze breathed into the landscape was different. The breeze seemed to pull things into life, breathing the Gift into them. Nothing in this small valley seemed right at all. The soft grass waved in the breeze, creati

"I hope you two are ready," the girl floating over the ravine said with a brilliant smile. "We're going to have so much fun." She floated to the edge of the cliff and walked across to a car. She radiated energy, and it wasn't the good kind. The two dragons followed after her. They were lucky to be alive, after all. They were going to do everything for the Mother. She would need the girl soon. All they knew was that she was with or near the Winchesters. That's all they could pull from that dumb demon Azure. "We just have to find the Winchesters," one of the dragons said. "It shouldn't be hard; they're famous among hunters." "Good," said th

"Dad!" a teenager complained. She glared at her father, trailing after him. They were in the WinCo of McMinnville, Oregon. A few people gave her a glance or two, but this was a normal thing here. Children always complained in public places; it was something they were extremely good at. "Fiametta Ginette Nerine, we have talked about this before. We are going again," he said in a calm tone. "I don't want to move again!" she said in a hushed yell. "I want to stay here! Can't we ever stay somewhere? I have friends here!" she insisted. "I know, okay? You were finally adjusting, but we can't always stay in the same place for too long." "I'll j

Name Isadora Tadewi Delano Pronunciation Is-a-door-a Ta-dah-way Dell-on-o. Nickname(s) or Alias(es) Shadow Fox Gender Female Species Metahuman Age 23 years old. Birthday 31 October, 1987. Sexuality Straight. Nationality American. Religion It is said that she is Christian (Protestant) but it is truly unknown. City or Town of Birth Portland, Oregon. Currently Lives In Shaade Citee Languages Spoken English, German, Spanish, French, and Italian. Native Language English. Relationship Status Currently single; and definitely not looking. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height Roughly 5 foot 9. Weight Around 125-130. Figure/Build She's relativ