UNFINSIHED. will probably also be cute? maybe??

some day he will earn his name... some day...

UNWRITTEN. a still more glorious dawn awaits

UNWRITTEN. it takes strength to hear the truth.

UNFINISHED. jus chillin

UNFINISHED. huzzah and jubilations

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He stands in shadow, and it is so humid, so damp, so loud with the buzzing of insects he thinks it will drive him mad. In the distance, he can see the sands, the dry heat shimmering off of the dunes, the lush plants crowding their oases, and he swears he can hear the faintest strings of song twining sweetly together from many throats. He recognizes the land of his ancestors deep within his heart, and he feels a pull towards it - but even as he lifts his first leg to act on his desire, he finds it it held down by blindly clinging plant life. He cries out and yanks his leg free, but his other legs are bound as well - he thrashes and kicks and bites and yanks and he screams, he screams, but he is held fast against his will by the vines and creepers of the swamp. He can see it, he can feel its heat, it's so close, so close, please, save your son, save me! - but the sands remain unmoved as the vines drag him into the humid heart of the swamp and smother him.

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Would you pardon me for saying
Your moon-pale hide sets hounds to baying
And sets my heart to somersault -
If I told you, would I be at fault?
Or if I said your silk-fine strands
Were just the finest on the sands,
And you cut a figure that's so fine -
What's that? You're wed? Ah - never mind.

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She earned her name in battle; an opponent rammed her, and their headplates and horns met with a resounding CRACK. They tried to push her down, back, out of the way, but she pushed back harder. Her opponent was planted solidly, but she drove them back step by furious step, leaving a furrow of turned snow and earth in their wake.

UNWRITTEN. exactly what it says on the tin

UNWRITTEN. a conk on the noggin

UNWRITTEN. like many dreams, this one involves death

UNFINISHED. its just flowers

UNFINISHED. I think it was gonna be her taking a corner real hard and almost going horizontal

UNFINISHED. birb