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Name: Mark Age: Unknown Species: Doll Hair: Short, Shaggy and Black with a strip of green Eyes: One is Brown like the bark on a Pine tree, the Other green like Moss S.O: Not Sure Personality: Closed off, Moody, A little harsh Likes: Not Many. Dislikes: A bunch. -- Mark is unsure about how he came into this world. Often, he harms himself to feel anything, but he can't. He bleeds, but can't feel any pain. He believes he is an empty shell and that his maker was sadistic.

Alone in this castle, a beast stares at the smooth black and white keys that opened no doors. Their silence was soon to be broken as they glinted temptingly in the low candle light. The beast raises his strangely delicate fingers and presses a note, the sound drawing him in as he began to play more of the notes, the keys singing their assigned pitches. "In youth's spring, it was my lot" He began to sing, the lyrics finding themselves out of his slim belly. "To haunt of the wide earth a spot. To which I could not love the less... So lovely, was the loneliness..of a wild lake with black rock bound, and tall tree's that towered round" He continu

The chicken parmesan took a little longer to make with only two people. Zander noticed with with the silence of the kitchen as he worked some raw chicken into the flour. He placed in on the pan and sighed, glancing at his lover, Ahsadh, beside him. A michevious smile crept to his lips as he stirred the flour with one hand to get it coated with the white powder. Playfully, he smacked Ahsadh's butt, a flour hand-mark on the pocket. The taller Tore-ge turned and faced his shorter lover, an eyebrow high and the corner of his motuh curled into a smile. Zander was innocently coating another piece of chicken. Ahsadh took a handful of bread crumbs a

She stands alone above a sparkling lake The wind whispers around her Her hair stirs off the ground And wraps around her like blue and white ribbons It's her The spirit of the forest She's grown into a woman Beautiufl and strong with a proud horn on her forehead She loves this forest and it loves her as well

I have Piercings I wear skinny jeans I wear black shirts And my hair covers my eyes But 'Never judge a book by it's cover' Will you take the time To get to know me?

The blood slips The tears splatter But no one stops To see whats the matter I'm a misfit, you see Unwanted Unloved No amount mystis Songs with sad lyrics Could truly see It's painful to me Oh..so painful to me

On the side of a lone road, a neko mews in a high-pitched tone. A drop hits his nose and as he looks up, another hits his forhead. To the little Nekos' dismay, the clouds began to release their moisture in tiny water droplets. The tiny kittens' ears drooped in sadness and he began to yowl sadly as the drops came faster and harder. His small card board box was beginning to fill and become flimsy with soaked up water. In an attempt to save what little life he valued, he pushed on the wall infront of him. Nothing. Again, he pushed. Nothing. Finally, just as he was about to give up, an angel bit down on his scruff and dragged him out of the w