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A warriors love by me
By Bradford Carter Leon · Monday, February 1, 2010
My sword is your love
My Shield your care
My Armor is the Embrace
The feeling that’s always there.
My boots are made of your delight
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Defibrillator
By Bradford Carter Leon · Monday, February 1, 2010
When the wind blows by the breeze reminds me of your cooling breath
When the water trickles from the sky I envision your tears falling from your eyes
When I look at the moon, your beaming eyes are all I dream about
Even the stars cannot compare to the glow you have
Daybreak is lonely without you
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Chapter one (rough)
.by Bradford Carter Leon on Thursday, November 12, 2009 at 1:51am.Silvers Moon: Chapter One: The night of feeding...

In the dark gloomy alleyways of London a couple of teens flock much like a band of ravens to a field of sheep making quite the noise and the clatter. The air hung overhead and the dimming streetlamps above loomed with an eerie glow never before witnessed by mortal eyes…

Boy 1: (Staggering about waving his hand and ale around)
“Aye, to’day tis quite the date ‘or a ‘ittle drink and all ya think eh Brumby?” 9takes a long swing of his ale and proceeds down the lane)
Brumby: (Feeling a bit queasy from being hung over he holds his stomach as if to keep it from spilling out of his flesh and kneels over)
“I can’t take it anymore ya know? This isn’t anything I’m used too at all. Filphen? Filphen where are you?”
(Brumby searches in vain for his partner Filphen as the other teens frolic down the lane drinking and causing much a ruckus.)
(Filphen stops next to a crate and sits on it quite lazily. He starts to gently kick it with the heels of his knickers and as he finds a nice beat to carry starts rapping all the more louder, however he did not know of the contents inside…)
Mysterious voice: (Shuffling slightly from within the wooden crate a man begins to stir from what seemed to be an already fitful slumber…)
“Rap, rap, rap! (Sounding more sluggish and gruff the voice starts to become more clear) All this noise… And for what? Whom might you be?”
Filphen: “Oyi! Tis be Filphen son o’ the great Duke Ferrick himself ya know?” 9Takes another swing of his ale, obviously drunk beyond compare as the person he talked too came ever closer to him)
(Alaric Amaranth was a rather I’ll dressed man. His linen clothes tattered and torn, his shoes absent from his feet, he was a bum, even worse than the village Idiot in Avensdale. But the manner in which he spoke was as pure as it was ancient, even for his time.)
Alaric: (Dusting himself off and eying the boy in front of him.)
“A child? A mere mortal child… (He sniffs the air about him. Nothing was unusual about this kid besides the sense of being completely smashed from the ale.) What dare you venture as far as North Harbor my dear lad? Tis not a place for nobility like yourself…”
Filphen: (He leans against the wall trying in vain to regain his footing and see Alaric better. He starts to squint and reaches out but grabbing nothing at all.)
“’Ay,ay quit yer movin you… I can’t catch ya ha, ha, ha.” (He falls on his face and smashes his jug of ale on the stone floor below.) Look naughty naughty! ya made me do, I dropped all me ale I did…”
Alaric: (Smiling at this humorous event he quickly picked the boy up and set him back down on the crate before picking up a faint scent… Something he hadn’t smelled in a long time, he quickly takes flight and finds comfort in the shadows)
Brumby: (Coming from the other direction he spots Filphen and begins touching his neck and face checking for something.)
“Stay still you, gosh you’ve had far too much to drink Filphen.”
Filphen: (Fiddling around slapping at Brumby’s hands and causing such a fuss he started to get frustrated)
“Unhand me you filthy American, do you realize whom my father is? Unhand me I say!”
(Struggling with Brumby, Filphen finally pushes him off which at that time Brumby opens his mouth to reveal newly sharpened and pearly white fangs.)
Filphen: (laughing at Brumby he tries to get up from the crate)
“Oy, what do ya think ya are now? A dog? Ha,ha good one me lad. Growin fangs aye, all Aemerican’s are capable of tis feat or just you?”
(Brumby wastes no time disposing of Filphen sucking him dry from his neck and leaving his body on the crate face down so no one would notice the small drips of blood until the early morn if anyone was to find him)
Brumby: “An American? Ha, what does he take me for. I hate the living, all of them. They think with there hearts, live for the moment and all that other garbage, but we vampires, the sinners of old, the minions of the great one we hold true unending power…”
(Just as he turns to flee the scene Alaric is seen coming back to face him.)
Alaric: (Without a quiver in his voice or any apprehension to what just happened Alaric addressed Brumby calmly and with a sense of malicious intention)
“Jordain Wolfsbane you devil of a man how dare you spill innocent blood like this? Isn’t it unlike you vampires to commit random acts of needless killing?”
Jordain Wolfsbane: (Turning to face Alaric he begins to laugh a little exposing his fangs once more and tightening his fists.)
“Alaric you old dog, I swore they killed you and your kind in St. Laude. Master Voulmir will be very unsatisfied if I let him know that a dog runs among his streets.”
Alaric: (Coming closer nails starting to grow a little longer and becoming harder)
“What you did was reckless and needless Jordain! To slay a human, what are you Vampires coming too? You consider yourselves a higher breed but you all are nothing more than filth.”
Jordain: “Filth aye? We gave our lives to the great one willingly, unlike you half breeds whom ate the flesh of your own kind! We have a gift as where you and your wretched lot have been cursed! You display hatred toward your masters and as such must learn your place in this world of darkness.”
Alaric: (Gazing beyond Jordain and seeing the redness of the clouds in the distant)
“Our place? Because you erect castles and have Covenants and a structured governmental system we are to kneel as slaves? You fanged scum are the halfbreeds! Born of mortal desire to attain immortality you have forsaken everything to gain what? A miserable existence. Only an elder one of you is capable of any real threat and even they are weak and short in supply. (Showing his fangs now he comes closer and starts circling before coming to a halt in front of Jordain) You really wanna pick a fight with me Jordain? Or may I say Emphelion?”
Jordain: (Glaring at Alaric as he heard his real named used for the first time in what seemed like fifty years he bore his fangs with malice but quickly stopped feeling the sudden rise in temperature…)
“Tonight fortune favors you Were! For I must flee, I now know of your existence and I will have the pleasure of eradicating you myself. Dawn is upon me but Dusk shall soon follow. The Valmin Nora Shall not stop their hunt of you until you rot and your pelt becomes a robe for our great lord. I take my leave of you.”
(Fleeting into the nights air as quickly as he came Jordain vanished from sight leaving only Alaric and the corpse of Filphen behind…)
Alaric: (Retracting his claws and normalizing himself he searched for any movement from Filphen. The bood of the Vampire was in him and soon his lifeless body would breathe again.)
“Brumby eh? So Vampires in England have begun to mingle with the human population under different aliases. If anything this place could be all but taken over by those fanged creatures, but born of my blood right I carry the courage of the wolf, and so long as I breathe Jordain I shall hunt you down and destroy you and your brothers as I did when you were but a soldier in your father’s army where as I hath slain thee.”
(Dumping Filphen’s body in the water and watching it disperse into ashes he decided to take cover in the approaching dawn… London was no longer safe and after tonight he was sure than the Valmin Nora Covenant would be in an uproar at his appearance and ever ready to feast upon his jugulars for a victory feast.)

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Silver Moon part two :The hungering desire
.by Bradford Carter Leon on Saturday, January 30, 2010 at 7:48pm.The Cimmerian shade was more than enough to close out the entrance that was the Elden castle of the Yannir clan many years ago. In the shades of the retreat voices could be heard all around them, chantings and witching howls.

Emphelion: "I do like destroying the balance of the forces within the land. Soon it will be I, the undead who will rise from our seats as slaves to dominate both the master and sub-masters equally."

He took the top of his hood and began to slowly remove it from his head showing his scarred and disfigured face. The flesh and bone all exposed. The muscle and blood all flowing in and out all at once.

Garnu: "Lord Emphelion, if I may interject. The Paladins of Rhodes have been surveying the area for quite the while. If we are not careful we may become under siege from the human trash we were born from. We still have not the forces that they have nor the means to repel them if we tried."

Emphelion just laughed tossing his head back and gripping Garnu by his gowls. He glared at him and tossed him into the stone wall to the side of him.

Emphelion: "Dare you tell me something that I have not yet already known? Paladins are of no concern to me! Once the vampires lead by Jordain fight with the Lycan's and their diminishing ranks lead by that coward Alaric then the Paladins will have a fight on three fronts none of which they can fight off. Never question me you fool."

Garnu snapped his neck back in place and replaced his missing bones that laid scattered before him.

Garnu: "Sorry my lord, I have failed you and your absolute judgment."

Emphelion snapped his fingers and suddenly twelve masked figures holding black flamed candlelight lamps around the chamber.

Emphelion: "Once this day is done..." He took the cloak completely off revealing his half scarred and eaten body. "I shall comeback and rule the night and day as one."

Garnu: "I have no reason to doubt you my liege, but once Jordain finds out that you have impersonated him and Alaric finds you your plan will surely go haywire my lord. Why do this to yourself my lord?"

Emphelion: "Garnu... You are most displeasing to me." Snapping his fingers again the masked figures became shadow like beings each brandishing Bastard swords and chains around their black cloaks the hoods covering up everything but their multicolored eyes. "Dispose of Garnu Xyrial. Once you have done as such you shall become my new general over my shadow lords. Supreme ruler and commander."

Xyrial: "Indeed my lord I shall do as commanded."

Xyrial's dark blue eyes grew pale and with a well placed strike cut a fleeting Garnu from his napes to his chops. As his body hit the ground it dispersed into dust around the room.

"It has been done commander Emphelion. Now all is left is to get the four artifacts of lord Darru and we can free our brethren."

Emphelion: "You have done well my son. Xyrial you are now a Shadow rider. Your steed shall be summoned to you shortly. Now if you will, everyone depart from me. Now!"

With that everyone departed leaving him behind.

Emphelion: "Perfect..."
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“The only light in man’s heart is the flame of greed, torment and ill will.” — Another quote by me

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Lords of entropy: Darkness, Shadow, Doom.
Three types of people exist in this underworld. Darks who ponder lifes meaning and belittles everything aside their own logic. Shadics who live to make others suffer both direct and indirectly. From chaos and malice a Shadic controls a comfortable job of ‘destroying’ another. Doomist on the other hand live and breathe the dark aura portrayed as the ‘True Umbrals,’ Doomist bring about misery from just being in company. To dispose of ones hope for a life of dispair. To teach the shadow instead.

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Rose of life, Hand of death.
It seems as if a love may blossom between two friends of mine. Much like a red rose it starts as a seed and over a course of time develops beautifully. I however claimed my rose with my hand of death of which destroyed all I stood for. Taking quickness over longevity, clinginess over sensability, and persuasion over blind truth ‘reaped’ my rose from me. As I transform I see two seeds planted not far from where I uprooted and I watch them closely, lovingly, remembering my own… My own now gone..

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Crowned Prince
The darkness grew increasingly pressing around Argonis. The entire nation was washed in a sea of black, the townspeople scattered for safety. The wind howled and blew shingles off rooftops, toppled the easily constructed wooden structures and destroyed everything around it grasping as if it were alive.. Alone maybe a days travel stood a man clad in bronze armor brandishing a blackened blade with a hilt of pure darkness. His face hidden by his spiked helm, his body covered in robes forged in umbra…

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Pt. 2
Raising his mighty longsword in the air he chanted, “In a world full of light I have suffered to the rule of mortals but no more shall that be so. I shall create darkness in the place of light and twist the heart of men to my own bidding…” On and on he chanted as the storm grew and grew. Watching the nation crumble had been like only a dream he had never wanted to wake from but all dreams are short lived… “Lodrim…” The dark beast turned to see a silver armored knight blade drawn and ready…

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“Horace.” — Lodrim pointed his blade at the knight,”How dare the crowned Prince of Junalia attempt to disrupt my plans?” He started to laugh sounding like thunder and struck the prince with speed rivaling lightning. Shaking his hand from the blow he dealt, Lodrim smiled and raised his longsword, “Alanar feeds on the darkness in your heart.” Horace studied Lodrims movements and reached for his own blade Dorgul. Instantly two blows resounded and as the dark storm cleared so did the sky cry for her child..