| Twelve. [Death Eaters/Supporters] |
[04 May 2010|03:03am] |
A man is judged by his deeds, not by his words.
How very true.
And tonight, for now, let me be judged by a successful act. I'm not a fan of quick kills, but a kill is still a kill.
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| Onze. - Death Eaters/Friends Only |
[22 Apr 2010|12:28am] |
Hungarian Horntails are the most dangerous, but I have to show my respects to Romanian Longhorns. Going at its prey, using it's horn like a knife? That's something to admire.
Griffins can be real nasty pieces of work, though, if you don't become a friend.
( Heavily Hexed Private )
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| Diez. |
[16 Apr 2010|01:41am] |
Largo ausente, pronto olvidado.
Translates to "Long absent, soon forgotten".
There's something about hearing a new language, picking up bits and pieces of it. It puts a new perspective on things.
( Word of the week )
Words, words, words.
( Lorcan )
( Death Eaters )
( Private )
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| Nine. - Death Eaters/Supporters Only |
[10 Apr 2010|10:39pm] |
Never, never trust foreign hospitals. Really. The sense of healing isn't nearly as...well, healing as good old England's is. Much less friendly, much more difficult to talk to. Or trust your health to, and isn't that most important? How can I trust you I feel like I'm being harrassed by a child who somehow found themselves some shiny objects to play with? Bloody hell.
And you know what? For all of you out there who feel the need to treat me some kind of child? Don't, really. Because I am not a child even though I may be an orphan. True, I feel bad and there's no reason to hide that. You may notice I feel bad, but don't feel bad for me because I feel bad. That's nothing but...well, bad.
Fuck this.
( Lorcan, my best fucking friend )
( Healer Avery )
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| Eight. |
[08 Apr 2010|10:04pm] |
Лиха́ беда́ нача́ло.
Russian Proverb. Translates to something like "Trouble is the beginning of disaster", or "When it rains it pours".
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| Seven. |
[03 Apr 2010|01:24am] |
( Lorc )
( Avery )
[Private to Self]
Added later on, after initial entry.
My house is gone. Burned down, and I wasn't even there. It's gone. I'm resigned to hotels and anyplace along the way, without a job or anything. It's been a day and I miss...
Goodbye, Britain.
[Private to Self]
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| Five. |
[12 Mar 2010|03:08am] |
I am..I am..
I am a man of few words and much action. Just like dear old dad, I'm afraid. The prat. Should've gone off sooner than he did. But I'm sure it's ain't hard to tell, is it? I mean, speaking is harder than just hitti- doing. Knowww why? Words, languages, are useless without feeling. And useless words are not useful at all.
Why? You may wonder. I've got no ruddy clue. With passion there is no purpose, and with or without purpose there is no point is listening. Someone said something like that to me at some point
You know, a fucking fox bit me today. I was walking, on my fucking grounds, that I own, and then out of nowhere the stupid thing goes at me. Got my arm pretty good, had to go to the fucking hospital so I don't get rabies or some other filthy disease. All I need, really, is to die from some creature's illness. Good thing it's been put to good use. My dogs love a good chase, and I love a good chase scene.
Medical potions and alcohol aren't recommendeded together. No?...Yes? We'll see what happens? Perhaps, my good man, perhaps. Hahah. Should I die, someone just burn the house down.
I, for one of us, am unable to emote. Proven fact: I have never cried. Nor will. Except, maybe, for Lorcan. He's the only one I really like. And he was a fucking Hufflepuff, who'd have thought my best mate would be a 'Puff? First time we met I nearly cut his eyebrows off, ha. But yes, it's true I am not a people person. I don't play well with others, and when I do it's a bloody blast- ha, before it suddenly turns all to hell. I am not made for creating, sirs and madams. Of this I am aware. Beside, it leaves more time for exploration, such as tonight's events would prove. I've found my new favorite pub, and a lovely bird who-- well, it's a secret I've got to keep almost two bottles of firewhiskey later.
Oi, and Selwyn? No use crying over spilled prayers. I'm sure your higher being can still hear you.
Oh, oh- two bottles.
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| Four. |
[03 Mar 2010|11:12pm] |
Somehow, instead of one new pup for my pack, I got three.
I found a breeder who specializes in hunting dogs, and he had some German Wirehaired Pointers. Three young brothers were the only ones he had left from one of the most recent litters, so I figured I may as well keep them together. Train three new hunters in a third of the time, and ones that will work especially well together. Animals especially recognize the important of family- I find the pack mentality so interesting.
Here they are, my newest additions. I took them on the grounds today and they enjoyed it very much.
( Dmitri, Leonid and Maxim )
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| Three. |
[24 Feb 2010|09:02pm] |
I think I'm going to get another dog. All mine are grown and having a young pup to train would be nice.
[Death Eaters and Supporters Only]
It seems the puzzle we made out of Mr. Diggle has finally been found. Hope whoever got to him first liked the surprise, though I don't think they'll be able to put humpty dumpty back together this time.
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| Two. |
[11 Feb 2010|07:04pm] |
I am an avid fan of mysteries.
Especially when I solve one.
( Private to Wilkes )
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| In Progress |
[27 Jan 2010|05:42pm] |
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We all live in a house of fire( . )
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