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Region Name: Ydeli Warrior Region: While Ydelians occasionnally leave Ydeli for food and various supplies, they see little reason to live in another region, giving them little incentive to invade. While in Ydeli, they also have no reason to fight, as the only invasion attempt failed when the invaders froze and starved to death. However, they do have two skills that they can, and do, use for safety. The first is escape, as Ydelians can run fast on their snowshoes, while pursuers from other regions attempt to lumber through the snow after them. The second is their accuracy at throwing darts. When hunting plenerts, Ydelians feel that they mus

Whispering, prancing, floating, dancing, Gently meandering through a dark nightmare. Drifting ethereal, nary a stumble, Pure innocence surrounded by dark terror. A wisp of light, a high sweet note, Surrounded by somber gloom. Delicately, gently, precisely, perfectly Gliding to unheard music Gliding through dark trees, fleetingly brushing leaves, Caressing supple ferns, slipping through each turn. Hearing gentle teardrops as yet unfallen, Gentle sobs as soft as satin, Trailing after heartbreak newly broken Following an outcome still uncertain Reaching a clearing starlit bright, Full of flowers exuding light, Ringed with trees s

Empty tears swept away in a flood of rage, Gentle slaps from words so cruel. Uselessly clawing at an unseen cage, And fighting back gives the fire fuel. Worthless dreams and hoping friendships, Hard mocking stabs said by all around. No-one can assuage my teardrops, As synthetic laughter abounds. Barren efforts devoid of effort, Constantly pushing me away. Always trying to be perfect, Yet once again, shan't be today. This never seems to be worth it, So why do I keep thinking I'll win? For to hoping, I'm addicted, Yet will achieve naught in this lifetime. I keep trying, keep on hoping, I keep climbing to reach new heights. I k

I am a bagel, Rolling everywhere. And I'm happy, although everyone stares. I am a bagel, With cream cheese and pie. And I'm varied, Such as white, sesame or rye. I am a bagel, For anyone to eat. And I'm epic, Because bagels can't be beat. I am a bagel, Round and yummy. And my best place, Is in your tummy. I am a bagel With all sorts of flavours, And taking just a few Will do you no favors. I am a bagel, And I like you, Try eating me, And you'll like me, too. Aaaah, don't eat me!

Aren't we all somehow special? Each of us, with something unusual? Yet no-one's perfect, least of all I, So who am I to wonder why; If we're all special, yet unperfect Is trying still truly worth it? Since they're opposing yet believable, So these thoughts are invaluable. So who are we to wonder why; If anyone's truly special, If anyone should still be hopeful, If anyone can be beautiful, Yet are these thoughts truly truthful? So are we special yet still common? Synonymous men and women, Seeming special, yet the same Indistinguishable even by name.

Perhaps I'm seen.  Perchance not.   It all depends,    On what you've thought.     For truth is perception,      Fogged in gray.       For so many deceptions,        So easily hold sway.         So was I seen?          Or was it a lie?           No-one sees,            As I slowly cry.             For deception is easy,              The trust yet unseen.               With a clear perception...           You might see me?

She believed The promises he made. And in tears, He was paid. He lied to gain her trust. As he felt, That he must. She believed His empty words. Sharper than The hardest swords. He lied To look cool. All he did Was be a fool. She believed She was loved. A dirty blow, From above. He lied, about himself. To show off ///His fake wealth/fake stealth/advice needed here/// She believed In all he said. That's why, now, Her heart is dead. He lied To feel good. But it rotted His heart of wood. She believed In love at first sight. But all her hopes, Have taken flight. He lied With words unspoken. That is why, now,