Sorry mates. I'll be offline for a while ; I have a screaming migraine and I'm nauseous. If I'm not on tomorrow, I'll try to be on in a couple of days. I've got a 10-alarm migraine. I read that most migraines last about four hours although severe ones can last up to a week. I don't know which ones mine are.
I'm going to go to bed and try to sleep it off if I can.
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Valentine’s Day is full of paper hearts,
but my heart for you, my friends,
is full of feelings
more precious to me than gold,
as long lasting as diamonds.
My heart for you, my friends
is filled with emotions strong as platinum,
and appreciation for you
worth more to me than any treasure.
My Valentine heart is yours,
my priceless friends.
Happy Valentine’s Day!--Tiria Wildlough Ee aye eeeh!! 15:39, February 14, 2013 (UTC)Read more >
Hey guys, I'm in need of some feedback, ideas and input on this story I'm trying to do please. Any could help and I'd be very thankful for it!
One problem: I've noticed I've got a lot of things out of character in the canon characters and don't know how to fix it.Read more >
Holt Rhulain chat is experiencing technical difficulties with chat as of September 19, please meet on the chat for http://thequeanandtherhulain.wikia.com, this chat works.--Tiria Wildlough Ee aye eeeh!! 17:08, September 19, 2012 (UTC)Read more >
The Quean and the Rhulain by WildloughRhulain, Emijane, Wolf and Shieldmaiden
Book One: Blackrudder's Prophecy
A tall, lean figure waited in the dark across the seas. A female sable, with a sinewy figure ever so crooked from traces of inbreeding. Her fur was dark brown, like muddy ash, and a royal blue cloak was draped regally about her body. As she stepped out of the shadows, there was no mistaking her regal lineage. Maybe it was something about the way she held her ebony cane- topped with an expertly cast brass snake's head- or perhaps it was her proud, confident gait. Her eyes were a dark blue-black, flecked with red, pale blue and silver- much like the stars themselves. And yet for their beauty, they were chill as winter’s unforgiving br…
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