username;;
[winter]
name;;
blake
yes, it's a male name, but i think it's pretty.
gender;;
i really see this girl as female, i'm afraid. those grey-green eyes are too deep and delightful to be male.
short personality;;
ah, the little girl they call blake.
what a strange name, and yet oddly fitting. mad as a hatter, poor child. brought up by dark memories, they say. afraid of everything, they say. i believe the doctors said it was multiple personality disorder? it was? i did think so.
poor little child, so lost and alone. sweet as a kitten one day, angry as a ravening tiger the next.
can't control herself, they say. won't let herself get close to anyone, in case she hurts them, they say. they say, they say. she's the talk of the whole town.
gossip, gossip, gossip.
poor little child...
art;;
yesh
the writings of blake;;
this is what she does, day in, day out. writes away the world. they found a little notebook, bound with sapphire silk, with her name inside, and a little note:
"they cannot read this book... it is beyond their reach... it is my only hope... please... read my words and hear my voice... before it is lost..."
poor little child...
the prophecie
the darkness is closing in on the light. there is no hope for light and glory, no hope for a new dawn...the end will come by fire, ice and steel... there is only one speck of hope... but it will not be alone... this is the prophecy of the prophet blake... the spirit must be found before the battle can be won... there must be four and a single jewel... that is all.
the forest's song
in velvet blackness the animals of the night slink, as shadows, like dark spirits. eyes appear in the undergrowth, blink, and fade away.
