Einhar-Themed Talent Competition
" When and where is Your might poem Einhar? You talkin about writting this poem for a year now! I'm waiting! One beast is red, Einhar comes to help, Exile don't have nets, ... No more worthy rhymes in my mind exile.... |
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As I saw fit to title "Fifty shades of Frey"
...She laid there in defeat like a dying animal waiting for the sweet release. A fearful yet intriguing look as she saw the massive figure standing over her. A jolt down her spine as she quivered gazing at the figure scoping her up and down not knowing of what to come. The figure knelt down next to her laying a hand on her soft and supple side. A voice whispered beneath the skull of this brazen figure. “A mighty catch indeed.” The hair on her skin standing straight up. She tossed and turned a bit as he was caressing her back. “It has only just begun.” he whispered. The want in her eyes was blatant for he saw her true nature. Ferocious. She closed her eyes as he began to undo his blood red garb revealing his true intent. To bind her in a way no other has done before. She caught a glimpse of the vice and began fighting the figure back. A smack across the head of the figure sending a trickle of blood down his neck. A real fight, something he yearned for. Struggling to free herself, the binding grew tighter with every movement until she found it unbearable to move. A final nail in the coffin. The figure leaned close to her his breath touching the nape of her neck. Chills going down her feathered spine. As he performed the same magic before whisking the netted creature through a dimensional gate to his menagerie. The last words she had heard in her home land. “You are captured, stupid beast.” |
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My talent is capturing stupid beasts from my neighborhood in a net, electrocuting them, then sacrificing them in a blood ritual on an altar. I am very good at it and will post the horrific videos of my conquests soon!
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I love Einhar, he is my favourite master. He can actually be bothered to help out in a fight and not just follow me and take all my loot like Alva does. If only I had some artistic skill outside of using that same program that Scott Cawthon uses to make games.
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I would like to enter, even if im no big artist, but just so Einhar knows i care about him, and his STUPID beasts <3
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It was love at first sight at The Forest Encampment
Lone Fighter with pearl white mask seeking a true survivor One glance is all he need to steal your heart away Vision of a true hunter yet loves to make friends with beasts Enjoy taking care of his "little friends" until war drum(belly) echoes So shall we begins the slaughtering at the blood altar Einhar looks like a bumpkin but he writes beautiful poems Impress me most especially he reads out with his sexy voice Not to mention his hunting skills just plain memorizing Heart-throb best describes our man without a doubt A juicy target for our fellow ladies out there Rip your heart out of your chest just a movement of his finger |
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you stupido beast
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DO YOU NOT HAVE NET, EXILE?
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 Little Einhar! You're a welcome omen! |
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From the essence of the jungle
and the untamed wildness made of animals jumble yet kept a spark of kindness although he has trouble to speak Einhar is our dear friend who is sincere and honest freak but he doesn't mean to offend made from predators' soul he kept his lust for hunting when animals see him growl feeling their fear pumping and from the beasts we've caught he helps to craft marvelous items as he knows the lessons taught how flesh and blood tightens |
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