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[Nov. 26th, 2011|05:28 pm]
To the pack:

It's unlikely that any of you have ever been in a fight like we are about to be in, most of you probably have zero skills to be honest. So we are going to start training. The hours will be long, and most of you will probably break down in tears, but we have to do this. Or you can be pussies and leave Deva. Your choice.


To Claire/Ever:

Wanna come help us out with practice?
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Fight or Die. [May. 11th, 2011|04:39 pm]
To All Werewolves in Deva, on behalf of Conner and Jared Logan;

War is coming. We've known it for the past few years, and we've been trying to figure out a way to prepare you, however it's now upon our door steps. This isn't the first war me and Jared have been in, but this is the first major battle we will fight against vampires. Claire Biagi has asked us to help her, and we are. I and Jared have known her for years and we aren't going to let her down. The Vampire Council will leave Deva or they will die. If you are apart of our pack, then you have no choice but to fight. We have never backed down and we never will. If you aren't apart of the pack, you have two choices;

Join and fight.
Or get the fuck out of Deva.


To Claire Biagi;
We are getting the troops together, we'll be ready to fight, just tell us when.


To opposing Vampires;

Deva belongs to us. Don't think we're going to let you come in here and destroy what we've tried to protect. You can turn back now, or face your deaths.
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[May. 10th, 2011|04:59 pm]
{PRIVATE TO SELF} WHAT THE FUCKING BLOODY FUCKING FUCK? {END}


Note: Someone remind me to take out the trash.
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[Aug. 31st, 2010|02:09 am]
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea, When I stray'd with my love to the pure crystal fountain That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee. She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me, Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading, And Mary, all smiling, was list'ning to me. The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee. Tho' lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me, Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee. )
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[Aug. 31st, 2010|01:57 am]
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[Aug. 31st, 2010|01:53 am]
out of character.
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