by aurumlupus » Fri Jun 01, 2012 3:23 pm
Faith lashed out suddenly with one arm, the other arm slamming palm first into his chest, one of her legs snaking behind his ankles, effectively tripping him. Her arm had slammed down ontop of his, knocking his aim off of the werewolf, and hopefully out of his hand.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."