|Guillem and his trusty crossbow|
BoicheNot all those who sleep have passed over,Boiche by Zethian
Even weak rays of sun can thaw cold.
The plant that is dead can still nourish,
The sap can glow brighter than gold.
Hands cut by bows will grow thicker,
Strong roots can sleep deep in the earth.
Scars on the skin grow back stronger,
New life from dead creatures will birth.
Lofty branches have further to tumble,
Strong as iron is wood that is wrought.
Fresh-felled wood on the fire will spit,
Shallow waters run swifter than thought.
The wind in high branches blows hardest,
The highest leaves on all trees will still fall.
A single berry can turn into poison,
The smallest seed can grow taller than all.
The foot that falls fast will find folly,
The bow drawn back slowly will not.
The beast in the cage is just waiting,
A body left idle will rot.
The weed that is trod grows back greater,
The grandest of woods will grow old.
The bow made unbending is broken,
The sap will glow brighter than gold.
19, female, England|
Loves Dragon Age
Socially awkward (sorry)
Nerdy, geeky, obsessive fan
Current Residence: Leeds, UK.
Print preference: FREE :L
Favourite genre of music: Heavy metal, rock, etc.
Favourite photographer: Sarah, aka sj-randomer here on da, and my dad :3
Favourite style of art: Digital Paintings and traditional media sketches
Operating System: Windows (Mac and I... we don't get along).
MP3 player of choice: Technika and sony. (I DO NOT like ipod)
Shell of choice: The metaphrorical kind, maybe?
Wallpaper of choice: Usually something Dragon Age
Skin of choice: My own, thanks. Or something paler.
Favourite cartoon character: Russia and Germany from APH
Personal Quote: jag gå en stig av Skuggan i en värld av Ljus