HAPPY ROGERS!!! HAPPY ROGERS!!! HAPPY ROGERS!!!

I WANT EVERYONE,
EXCEPT FOR LEO KONA PUMPKIN KITTEN
AND LEO LORD SCRUBB PUMPKIN,
OUT OF THEIR CELLS
AND BACK TO THE MORTAL WORLD
HUNTING DOWN
HAPPY ROGERS!!!

AND WHEN YOU MAKE CONTACT, PLEASE TELL
HER TO COME WITHOUT MAKING A FUSS!!!
TELL HER THAT HER DARLING BEN WILL BE
RELEASED INTO THE IN-BETWEEN TO
WANDER FOREVER AND EVER
IF I DO NOT HAVE HER HERE IN MY LOVELY DARK TEMPLE!!!


LEO LORD SCRUBB PUMPKIN AND
LEO KONA PUMPKIN KITTEN,
REPORT TO ME. YOU WILL NEED
SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS
TO ASSIST ME IN OBTAINING MY NEW VESSEL!!!

DO NOT DELAY, PUMPKINS!!!

TIME IS TICKING FOR
YOUR DEAR PATER!!!

Wear this gown with pride, Leo!!!

The gown is yours...

You are Leo.

Can you Roar? Are you prepared to enter the Sanctuary?

Your Pater waits for Mithras to show you, Leo, the way.

The Leo's Chant

This miles hopes that this will let him join the ranks of the Leo. Long live Eidolon!

Kneel down, Miles.

Wrap a blindfold over your eyes.
Allow me to bound your hands together.

I offer you this crown on the tip of my sword, Miles.

I am placing this crown upon your head.








With one stroke I am liberating you from
the bondages of the material world.

Place your new crown on your shoulder, Miles,
and repeat these words three times:


"Mithra is my only crown"

Of ponds and warriors.

I did something I would never do recently. I went kayaking.

Not convinced it's too dangerous yet? Okay, I went kayaking in a pond infested with crocodiles.

See, it started when I was in the city of Lindale. I went kayaking for the danger, and the fact that I was bored out of my mind. I saw the crocodiles on this small island and I thought if I stayed away from the small protrusion of land, I could get away injury free. I also saw some black things in the bottom of the pond, but thought they were hazard free.

I was wrong.

I found that, after a while, I couldn't keep my balance in this small boat. I fell into the pond, convinced that nothing would hurt me. No crocodiles were around so I just walked back to shore. The kayak renters looked at me like I had just set myself on fire. I still didn't see the danger in my fall, other than my shoes were caked with so much pond mud and scum that my legs could pop off.

At least, not until that night. Remember those black things?

They were water moccasins. Very poisonous snake.

I guess what I figured out then was that sometimes, the unknown is much scarier than the known, even though the known is scary by itself.

So, that's my story. Sorry I don't have pictures, but I hope that you consider that my tale is true and my story is either of me doing something I wouldn't normally do, or at least entertaining.

This bride's ring

I accept your ring, and politeness, with an open heart.

Kneel Now Nymphus

It is the true Nymphus heart that shares

two such loving and thoughtful gifts.

Your earthy song and lovely painting

touch my soul, Nymphus Aeroseeker.

Please accept "a ring for a bride".

This wayfaring nymphus

First off, I would like to just note, oh pater, that there was trials and tribulations finding this.

Namely, my speakers are blown.

So, forgive me if this is the wrong song. It is supposed to be Wayfaring stranger by Johnny Cash. If this is not the case, please tell me so I can correct it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gC4bplI2eCY


http://www.nflorencefineart.com/images/bride-against-the-sky.jpg

This, though not me, is a symbol of my devotion and my readiness to be a Nymphus. Just don't be surprised if I'm reluctant to wear a dress.

Caio for now,

Aero.

Enter the Nave, Corax.

The Raven's Song

What happens when love is stolen?
By god or satan's hand?

Madness goes a-tap-tap-tapping
upon your chamber door.

The blackness gazes at you
giving not a demand,

Strangely enough he sits there,
Just saying "Nevermore"

Nevermore to see your loved ones,
Nevermore to see that grace,
Nevermore to look upon that
silky beauty's face.

That damned bird comes reminds you,
until one day he comes.

The reaper in his attire,
comes to bring you back.

You take his hand that guides you,
that freezing hand that numbs.

But you won't care a bit.
You died for what you lack.

Nevermore to see your loved ones,
Nevermore to see that grace,
Nevermore to look upon that
silky beauty's face.

(Sorry master, I was quite out of my mind. And state. Judging by what I wrote, part of me is still there.)

Just checking in on my Raven Aeroseeker.
Hope all is well.
I see you are enjoying your time in your dark, dark cell.
Cheers!!!

...

Ya dost Mithra!

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