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ACKNOWLEDGE
That Seven Nights has been shut down.
That Seven Nights has been shut down.
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Swiftkil has abandonded Seven Nights, the once greatest killer pack, to join another pack and is now alphess there.
Only to run a pack I suppose. Heh, some alphess.
Only to run a pack I suppose. Heh, some alphess.
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Seven Nights has joined Demented Realism, because their alphess has an oath and
a promise to never leave the pack.
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Wind Speaking... I just want you all to know that Seven Nights absolutely will survive. You just gotta have a little hope... I know it seems like there is none left... But that's only because you aren't trying hard enough. It seems Seven Nights has been broken too many times to ever be repaired. But that is not the truth... With each and every heart, mind, and strength, a pack can always build itself up again. Each night, when the Night Bird calls, and we have had a bad day, like these last few days... Or months... I know what you think. You think... "Wow... It's over..." Well. Its not. I use to think that. But I never did give up hope, now did I. I never gave up on Seven Nights. You see, darkness will always fall upon every life, and it will scar you in some way. Now... Just know... That when your broken, in a million little pieces, and your trying, but you can't hold on anymore. Every tear falls down for a reason, don't any of you stop believing in yourselves. Thrown down through the arms of sleep... Seven Nights fell through the ivory morning. Deep into the waters of what we called family. We paled in the wake, of what some call a dream. But, you cannot know a dream, 'till you've known the nightmare... When I stood with all of you against the storm... And I tried once again, well, I said, "I'd like to leave you with something warm" How many times, drowning in that sea. That was when the dream took us prisoner. And we knew the dream was over... But, the nightmare was not over. Still some call that a dream, The Nightmare... Well, you cannot know a dream when you turn away. You don't know, and you'll never care. The night is not your friend, and you have not had her. And when the nightmare ends, but you never understand. You'll wakes up calling out, as children may cry as you all will. Blinded by the light of the day, you have known the nightmare. So about the moon and her sisters, how dare the devil take them prisoner. Well, if she had flung out her heart against him, then in all of her wisdom... Oh, well that was a mystery. That was when the dream took ME prisoner. Somewhere in my ancient ways... I walk through the night. I want you all to fight for what you believe in. And then I try to just get through the day. Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion. I was soaring ever higher... but I flew too high. Though my eyes could see I still was a blind wolf. Though my mind could think I still was a mad wolf. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming... I can hear them say. "Carry on my wayward Wind, for there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, now don't you cry no more." Masquerading as a wolf with a reason. My charade is the event of the season. And if I claim to be a wise one, it surely means that I don't know. On a stormy sea of moving emotion... Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean. I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say... "Carry on, you will always remember. Carry on, nothing equals the splendor. Now your life's no longer empty. Surely heaven waits for you." I close my eyes... Only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind... All they are is dust in the wind. Same old song. Just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.wind.
Don't hang on... Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy. Some will never know... Or share any kind of dream. And here is what I often tell the broken...: Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky, then it starts to rain. Your defenses hit the ground, and they shatter all around, so open and exposed... You must find strength in the struggle, face to face with your trouble. When you're broken in a million little pieces , and you're trying but you can't hold on anymore, every tear falls down for a reason, don't you stop believing in yourself When you're broken... Don't be so blue, I know what you're going through, don't let it beat you up. Heaven knows that getting scars, only makes you who you are. No matter how much your heart is aching, there is beauty in the breaking. Remember that. And what Dark... Before he left... What he thought, was that Seven Nights was as beautiful as a rose, each petal set perfectly, absolutely perfectly. But he also thought, that the thorns on that rose, were as lethal as poison... And that was what got to him... Apparently many thought that we made all of our sons the same. Every one will suffer the fire we've made... They all explode just the same, and there's no going back on the plans we've made. Only creatures who are on their way, ever poison their own well. But we still have time to hate, and there's still something we can sell. Wait for the dark of night, soon all the suns will rise... Don't tell why, don't be afraid to fight... Love is the sweet surprise. When the night is cold and still.. When you thought you'd had your fill... Take all the time you will... This is not a test, it's not a drill... Take no prisoners, break their will. You know all of our friends are gods, and they all tell us how to paint our face. But there's only one brush we need, it's the one that never leaves a trace. And thats what he thought, pretty much... And so... We must work together to fix this ever-growing scar in the heart of Seven Nights. We must do all we can. Don't lose hope.
If You Want To Hear The Fortune Of Seven Nights Again... Or Simply Look For An Answer... Go To The Link Below.
http://sevennights.wetpaint.com/page/Wind%27s+Secret+Fortune+Chamber
Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.wind.
Don't hang on... Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy. Some will never know... Or share any kind of dream. And here is what I often tell the broken...: Wake up to a sunny day, not a cloud up in the sky, then it starts to rain. Your defenses hit the ground, and they shatter all around, so open and exposed... You must find strength in the struggle, face to face with your trouble. When you're broken in a million little pieces , and you're trying but you can't hold on anymore, every tear falls down for a reason, don't you stop believing in yourself When you're broken... Don't be so blue, I know what you're going through, don't let it beat you up. Heaven knows that getting scars, only makes you who you are. No matter how much your heart is aching, there is beauty in the breaking. Remember that. And what Dark... Before he left... What he thought, was that Seven Nights was as beautiful as a rose, each petal set perfectly, absolutely perfectly. But he also thought, that the thorns on that rose, were as lethal as poison... And that was what got to him... Apparently many thought that we made all of our sons the same. Every one will suffer the fire we've made... They all explode just the same, and there's no going back on the plans we've made. Only creatures who are on their way, ever poison their own well. But we still have time to hate, and there's still something we can sell. Wait for the dark of night, soon all the suns will rise... Don't tell why, don't be afraid to fight... Love is the sweet surprise. When the night is cold and still.. When you thought you'd had your fill... Take all the time you will... This is not a test, it's not a drill... Take no prisoners, break their will. You know all of our friends are gods, and they all tell us how to paint our face. But there's only one brush we need, it's the one that never leaves a trace. And thats what he thought, pretty much... And so... We must work together to fix this ever-growing scar in the heart of Seven Nights. We must do all we can. Don't lose hope.
If You Want To Hear The Fortune Of Seven Nights Again... Or Simply Look For An Answer... Go To The Link Below.
http://sevennights.wetpaint.com/page/Wind%27s+Secret+Fortune+Chamber
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. Leader Swiftkil waitin' to murk some fails
Nature nocturnal, on a cloudy night in a dense forest. My domain.
There was no moon to light the forest floor, but I could see clearly. Nothing stirred, but I could hear the beating
hearts of my bretheren. No dangernearby, but I could smell the fearing deer, my prey for the evening. None dare
challenge me in this forest. There is nothing more fearsome than I. I am Alpha, ruler of this forest. All fear my white
gleaming pelt, and dare look.away from my rare colored eyes. All know of my true nature, of my intelligence.
Tonight, was where I hunt.
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Leaving the others behind, I snuck off into the timberlands, the cool night air muffling any sound of my approach.
I could smell her. .She was close by, and very afraid. I grinned, letting slip a soft growl of excitement. I knew that she would hear it,
.and almost on cue, there was the sound of a sprinting doe. I paused for a moment to let out an otherworldly howl,.and then I was
after her, my powerful legs propelling me forward, eyes sharp to catch her every movement, .ears pricked to hear her every breath,
short and panicked. I was getting closer to her, and she would soon be .mine and mine alone, my meal for the night, my satiating
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drinking for the thirst of the hunt... But something was wrong. There was another here, who shouldn't be. Another like me? Impossible...
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This distraction caused me to lose interest in my prey. I slowed and let her sprint off into the night, beyond my.field of
vision, and eventually, beyond the range of my hearing. Nothing else was important now. This new scent,.so familiar yet so foreign,
intrigued me, yet disgusted me at the same time. This could not be allowed... but first .I will watch from a distance. I will see what
this new threat is doing here, and I will determine it's fate. Creeping along quietly, I soon came upon the scent of raw flesh. It only
took me a moment to discover .the corpse of the doe I had been chasing earlier. And it had been gorged upon by another wolf. That
one's fate was sealed now, assuredly. Picking up on it's scent, I caught up to it. A honey-colored wolf, with blood on it's fur around it's
mouth. I stopped being quiet, and let my presence be known with a deep growl, baring my teeth at this newcomer. The smaller wolf
whirled around to me, and almost instantly faltered upon seeing my massive size. My lips curled up into a feral grin, the killing instinct overwhelmingly evident in my posture, and in the cold, deadly gaze I cast at her. For a few tense moments, it looked like she was going
to fight. Just as suddenly, however, she turned and fled. This caught me off guard, giving her a head start, but soon I was after her,
and my larger size soon had me catching up to her as we ran back.past the fallen doe. I came up alongside her and snapped at her face,
leaving a slight mark along the top of her nose. Suddenly she doubled back, and as I tried to turn and follow, I could feel her sharp canine teeth sink into my back leg.
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With a yelp, I was thrown off balance and tumbled forward into a nearby tree. It took only seconds for me to get my
bearing again, and I slowly rose. She leaps towards me, her blood stained canines shined in the moonlight. With a menacing snarl as a last threat, I lept up and bit her throat before she could attack. Using all strength I forcefully slammed her head first into the blood dripped terrain.
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Just barely awake, her eyes widened. I threw her against a tree, before she scrambled to her feet and fleed. I had suspected,
and thus was not surprised. She'd left in such a hurry that she didn't even bother to take attention to where she was going.
She ran deeper into the forest, where the Seven Nights pack were. It took only seconds for snarls and blood splats to rip through the air. Bone cracking and brutal slamming. Blood curling screams and yelps were heard before they became vauge and faded.
All you could hear were the wolves snapping over her bloody carcass. With a slight snicker, I returned to my pack.
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- chorus of howls disturbed the peacefull silence of the night, leaving a promising threat to all wolves, keeping all wise ones at bay. And keeping all not so wise ones as Seven Nights prey-
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Swiftkil's Discovery:
A man named "John le ******" is said to be the father of the most versatile and epically mighty word. It may have been used previously, but with no surviving records to prove it, so Mr. Le ****** prolly created it in a stroke of genius. First usage is reported from around AD 1278. Potential origins: German icken (to ****); Dutch fokken (to breed, to strike, to beget); dialectal Norwegian ukka (to copulate), and dialectal Swedish fokka (to strike, to copulate) and fock (penis].
This name has been exhaustively argued over ... The "John le ******" reference first appears in Carl Buck's 1949 Indo-European dictionary. Buck does not supply a citation as to where he found the name. No one has subsequently found the manuscript in which it is alleged to have appeared. If the citation is genuine and not an error, it is most likely a spelling variant of "fulcher", meaning soldier.[4]
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| +-Current Weather- . Early Day - Day : The sun is out, shining its mighty rays. It's quite cold. But trotting around will warm you up, as you adjust. . Day-Evening : It begins to get warmer, and it's not too hot, or too cold. A birsk breeze blows by. Not many wolves are seen panting out of heat. A heat stroke is very unlikely. . Evening-night: As the sun sets you feel brisk air blowing through your fur. Durring sleep, it gets colder, but you soon get used to it. You take it as a sign Fall is coming. . . |
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