I cherish my will to live, and my power to die, my gift of life, and wish to kill. I cherish every fear, every dark thought, all sadness and hate, for these are my weapons. I cherish fire, for this will burn her words and keep them Unread. ~ Nameless Fear
Let's see... to cherish something is to: treasure, value, prize... blah, blah, blah... ah, here we go. Relish. What do I relish? Writing. Name an emotion, I'll make you feel it. Give me an event, I'll make you live it. Give me a character, and they'll come alive, and you through them. Give me a day and I'll turn it into a lifetime, a word and I'll turn it into a book, a setting and it will become a world, and I'll do it all with my pen. And, bloody pirates, I never said that! Burn the day I become predictable... ~Sage
There's no question for me to answer! Well, I'll just answer Adnamarine's instead.
Adnamarine wrote:What are your faults? Virtues?
"I've been told that I'm a self-righteous perfectionist, and after I asked for the definitions of both words... I don't know. Virtues? I want to protect everyone. I guess that's a virtue." ~Émon
*blushes* No. ~Kikara I would, but I would sound like an idiot. ~Kave Well...I was dead. But not really. I mean, I'm not suicidal, or anything. I don't hope or wish I could die. No, it just felt good to be dead... This isn't coming out like I planned. ~Anne
*chuckles softly* I once thought so, long before the war reached the White Realm. But things are made of steel now, and I've lost something I don't believe would be beneficial to have back. ~Sijaeus
(I've made a deal with my characters - they'll all get a chance to speak, but not before everyone else has spoken.)
Probably. Not like the chicks ever come back to me with kids, though. But hey, they'd have a lot of siblings, right? ~Jehklar
Daddy Long Legs are more closely related to crabs than spiders and somehow the idea of crablike creatures with spider legs that have escaped the entrappings of the primordial sea and now crawl over land and can walk up and down walls and ceilings creeps me more than I can adequately describe. — Snoink