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eternal snow.
I've trans formed back into my ancient form.
As the wolf guardian priestess.


Monday, July 24, 2006


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Elfen Lied Op

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Wednesday, May 17, 2006


I've trans formed back into my ancient form.
As the wolf guardian priestess.
This is what I look like as the wolf guardian priestess:

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Tuesday, May 16, 2006


FMA Death

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Inuyasha Motherland remade

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loveless op

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Wolf's Rain-Gravity

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Myself - Full Moon

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Loveless ED

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I.D

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Sunday, April 2, 2006


Full Moon Wo Sagashite - Eternal Snow

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Chrono Crusade - Opening

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Wolf's Rain ^-^

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Sunday, March 26, 2006


The Life of a Wolf.
I came into this world
helpless and blind.
I drank mother's milk,
my brothers and sisters alike.
Soon we ventured out,
out of our dark den,
into the big bright world,
where on our family we must depend.
With my siblings I play,
exploring the world around me.
Not caring what's to come,
because my spirit is free.
I learn how to hunt,
by watching the pack.
They bring back dinner,
and will forever watch my back.
I see many generations
of pups go by,
but not once did I think,
that my pack would start to die.
It started out slowly,
then started to get fast.
Pretty soon my pack was gone,
and only I was left.
I'll never know what happened,
I only know they died with a bang.
I hope the bang gets me next,
so I can be with them and sing.



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Silent Paws.
Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger heíll endure,
his pack family is out there
itís their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still thereís no answer
he canít understand why,
heíll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now heís traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
itís time now for action
before his existence comes to an end.






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