A Girl Named Aurora 02 ~Blood Circles~ 06

Would it be easier back then?
Creating a huge movement yet expecting to do so
To launch, to break, to survive
Impulse instead of resistance
It is not that Im even interested
Its just the path that I either discover or create
I dont know, not even about the fog I care much
Its not like Im stepping on mud to the knees
Waiting for a piece of metal to go through my head
Yet somedays I want to hear the bones crack
Of course those are not mine
I certainly wont hear where I am
If I didnt know better I would say its all fantasy
Yet I do and I know its the fuel to consume
Conquest, and you dont ask why.

I do can live whatever I want
Like nothing, then contemplate
The mystic powers and the adventurous sense
I wouldnt believe she could dry and manipulate the life of others
If I didnt see it myself, though its probably, a chain of events
So when it met my grey, everything went inverse
It actually makes sense, me not being me would have been death
On the contrary, she was made
Oh, I so much regret, not her nor the lust, but the process
Realizing now, I feel so frail, lost and out of my way
And there is nothing to come back
At least I had floor under my feet, but now
Im not scared of falling though
I nowdays tend to brag about myself
Then I come here and there is not much to do
I think, drink, contemplate
And her, I used to never think about it
But she does, looks, is, like me, perhaps
Or a weird mix, yet the elements are there
Thats likely the reason we never, mmm
Touch, stare, or ask
As long as one exists, the thought of the other is assumed
Its so bothersome to believe otherwise
And theres no reason to do as well
Oh, she is different, I dont know if she has noticed
Nor cared to figure it out
She does think too much too yet
When she finally moves
She grew too fast, I wonder if she can realize her own strength
She keeps breaking stuff, I dont think she cares
That makes us very different
She, doesnt calculate, either arrogance or the lack of need
Most likely both, and she is not cold
Because she doesnt need to lie
She doesnt play any mind games, she doesnt have to
I was educated to value the skill more than anything else
The invisible sword of the emperor
Meanwhile she will tell you the truth
Then overcome disadvantage by crossing the river, the forest, the hills
To go back at you and punch you in the face
Yes, she is that stubborn, that, naive, and strong
Then she would laugh, telling she was right
Thats probably what happens when youre born without fear.

After everything, I dont know what I want out of me
So I tell you that you can do whatever you want
The end of a conquest, of a Prince without a Princess
The King has stepped aside to live his secret life, and the Queen
Oh, the Queen, its too late, isnt it?
She sealed the fate with her age
Unless I lose it and I drag her casket across the land
Forgetting to let go, because I cannot face the else
Else that is the center, and the inside oh so deep.

I cant believe it actually didnt happen
Though I havent for a while, therefore I am here, with her
I prepared a long time ago, from the very first reject
From the very first time, the decision and the path were made
From Mother to Son, Im just sad because I wish it was more
And you cannot buy time, what I had wasnt enough
And you, your skin smells so new
What will you do about grey?
So young and already deeply scarred
What does your sense of adventure taste like?
I do not cry for her, because I prepare for the same fate
Funny, how it makes me feel alive.

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A Girl Named Aurora 02 ~Blood Circles~ 05

You dont look that strong, well, youre older
Yet its time to carry
No one else, It must be you, its a delicate operation
Its a nice distraction from the numbers
Enjoy it
Just stay near me and avoid eye contact
And do slow movements
It would be a sign of aggression you really dont want to
Hahahahaha
Give me that!
Its fine
I could carry all but it would be
Unsophisticated
Youre driving me here anyway, so
Dont make a fuss if she hits you
For your own good.

I told you it wasnt that difficult
Is she that scary?
Seriously?
I actually find it a relief
She can fight by herself
She doesnt need me that much
And, I guess Im used to
Arent you glad?
Me sharing this, opportunity with you
This is what trust and its sharp edge looks like

-Supplies.
-Yes.
-There you go.
-Ok.
-Dont spend it all like an idiot.
-I will invest it properly.
-Boring.
-Did you have any expenses?
-No.
-Nothing?
-No.
-Theres so much you could buy.
-Mother needs to approve.
-Oh, ok.
-I dont want anything.
-If you see, whatever, its fine, just, keep things quiet.
-I like quiet.
-Cool.
-Was that, an order?
-What?
-Mmmm.
-You know I speak fast.
-Ok.
-The less you talk the better, be assertive.
-Sure… was that an order?
-Mmm, no, just, something, I was told.
-Who?
-My mother.
-Mother told me to crush to pieces any fool that crosses a line.
-Fine, but quiet… would be nice if it was, quiet.
-I like quiet.
-If you dont like the food, throw… would be nice if you put it in the trash.
-Ill think about it.
-It stinks.
-To some degree, in an area that does not affect me.
-Are you going to leave that there?
-Ill plan its destiny once I get the time.
-Mmm, ok.

Dont move
Come on
Only for a moment
It is just in case I dont make it
I dont know the extent of its usefulness, though
Its the truth, nothing else
Would you please?
I know, I know, yet
I thought it was a good idea
No, no, and neither that
No, thats not it, Im not playing games
Its just, the truth
What? no, you dont even know anybody
Do you want to?
Yes, useless
But I already brought the camera
You dont want to because your mother didnt
See? I knew so, its so easy sometimes
Wanna hear something funny?
You can name yourself however you want
And then change it the next day, and the next
Me? no, Im already on registry
I guess if I really wanted to… but I dont
Im too jealous of my name
Way too much, you already know why
Yet youre young, you can do whatever you want
No, there is nothing, seriously
You know how special your mother was
Why would I go against her wishes?
Now that I remember, it would be so troublesome
Soooo, troublesome and annoying
But at this point I dont care anymore
Whatever, I dont mind
Its all so, tiresome, and Im
I can do whatever I want
Problem is, theres nothing I really want
Whatever you decide
Its fine
Except getting sick
I had to come running the last time
Sorry, sorry
I had, I, I thought a pipe broke and was getting flooded
Fine?
Alright, should we smile? I have no idea.

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About: Blood Circles 04

Ahhgg, its gonna be a month since I last posted the story…

It came out very well, though later I did shut down, then work, then I got a flu that was under control until I did a ton of work for a few days, and housework. Then I also lost a job that was constant, because the person is old and sick, and that was my bird food income job, so Im making up with other stuff, work projects I hadnt done but now Im catching up, photo collections, more investigations, blabla.

Which furthers the shutting down, and “Im not gonna make anything better than this” last chapter, emotion, Ive been really closed lately, but then the lack of meaning strikes, and Ive been struggling with opening my emotions once again.

About the story…

The first part is about Aurora and her Mother, she is saying “how come youre not afraid of me? you little… everybody else is”.

It is a long story, and Im trying to portrait “as is”, Im not interested in half baked morals, dumb messages, or feel good crap, and I also dont like fantasy, so a realistic portrait it is, if Im good enough, youll be able to catch the feeling of actually being there.

I do need to go at least a bit further into Grandmas Aurora and her daughters, emh, naturalism activities…

Sadly, I cant say that much without going into trance, same with the next.

After the birth process, everything else is dessert, thats the way I see it.

Though it is not about what I think, theres these many stories that you inherit, but youre not actually in, so, its kind of difficult to proper storytell without making stuff up, something Im deeply avoiding, I want this to be the final version, and move on.

For the next story, I wanna do something different, but I still dont know what, maybe something like the hair.

Dont be ridiculous, you had to be born somehow
Like you get to decide anything
I barely do… so, if I dont, Im not that much interested
I actually enjoy grey
It does help you sleep, so easily
“And then, I dream of you a lot”
What? I would never say that
Im not into, poetry, I, I dont have to
I already have it all
Do you? why would you say so?
Youre such a foolish kid…
Dont you know? you already have it all.

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A Girl Named Aurora 02 ~Blood Circles~ 04

How come youre not scared of me?
Youre just some idiot little kid
That dumb, stupid smile of you
I would do such awful things to you
What if I locked you in a small place
And then just forget?
Whats there to care?
Or if I throw you from the roof
The sound of the wind, and then just poof
What about breaking you in tiny pieces?
I could have easily before
When you were even more defenseless
But I guess, you would enjoy it
Thats probably why I didnt
Youre such a bother, and annoyance
Drooling idiot, ignorant fool
I wont give that pleasure to you
I wont be tricked, but hey, come on!
How come youre not afraid of me?!
Even he gets an occasional chill
Then blames it on reaction
And he has destroyed so much
Without a single second thought
Thats why he is so beloved
None of them have his cold blood
Nor his looks, to make it all seen
Hehehehehe
Maybe youre too young to remember
Even the snow is red tainted
But the earth didnt quite like it
Thats why now you dont see a thing.
You do see, when I was your age
Well, if you were to know
Then youd realize why
Im not even afraid of death
Nor by instinct neither thought
Yet you…
You, you, you, you, grrrrr
You put thousand pins in my mind!!
If you ever were to…
Ahggggggggg!!!
Im gonna strangle you myself!!!!

Of course I would bring her here
If I were to capture her, or something
But what if you dont like her?
How are you going to respond if she says a single thing you dont like?
Yes, about something important
Im not gonna do it anyway
Theres a reason I havent before
It wouldnt make any sense, at all
It wouldnt be me doing it
Were too cool, and cold, and calculating
Its barbaric, I dont even enjoy the idea
Its like I lost her too
And the fate she wants to set upon me
I have done a lot of things yet I have never been angry
You know, really angry, not just upset, because
Its not part of the game, it would mean your calculations were a miss
Its pathetic, its shameful, admission of defeat
Under our gamerules, how life must be
My strength is to hold me, weakness would be to hold her
Ive been thinking about it because we kissed the other day
Really close… I havent been able to move on
Maybe if I didnt feel such general disgust
Their scent mixes with the lowest, braindead nature
The last thing I want is the burden to carry a sack of meat
You have such a natural way to punch at things
When I do, its full of bitterness
“Its like a little dessert” she says
I cant stop thinking about it
I tell you, because youre the only one who understands
Of that I am sure, hehehehe
Hahahaha
Ahhhhhh.
Hey, dont hit me
What did I even say?
Maybe its because youre so tense all the time
You grew those arms
Hey, relax
Hey, dont bite!
Dont be ridiculous, you had to be born somehow
Like you get to decide anything
I barely do… so, if I dont, Im not that much interested
I actually enjoy grey
It does help you sleep, so easily
“And then, I dream of you a lot”
What? I would never say that
Im not into, poetry, I, I dont have to
I already have it all
Do you? why would you say so?
Youre such a foolish kid…
Dont you know? you already have it all.

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About: Blood Circles 02-03

This is the actual start of the dark cloud, the same you see much later when Aurora begins to tell the story.

It wasnt always like that…

It sure has taken me time, but I was extremely busy… Im not gonna talk about that anymore, its sick and its dumb, only artwork to see me through.

Theres an interesting post about it, by Lucy, here:

Have You?

In short, “do you create about your personal you?”

Your secrets, your inner rooms… Im gonna say yes and no, first the later, deep personal doesnt follow a “theme”, it will be awkward, it wont fit, it will be too complicated, it tends to revolve around itself, from “who gives a damn?” to “youre utterly disgusting”, so, whats the point beyond some personal relief?

Yes, only through artwork, which is the reason I stopped talking about me in the Coffee Drinking posts, it was overtaking the actual art, so I am done with it, until artwork is done or at least something very worth to say.

Are your passions valuable enough to create artwork with? Im a very arrogant person so I wont even answer, hehe, and Im sure nobody is gonna like the young Aurora once the dark cloud develops further and she starts fighting adults.

Its very different to say “Oh, when I was young, I was such an angry kid”, like, so what?

I have this anger
Unborn, untamable
The only reason it hasnt manifest
Its the soft and nonfertile
So sad, mind of a pitiful child
Who has failed and now has no heart
Now only has its own hands to bite
After burying the nails in confusion
Sparking the firesome rage that
Hey, I already complained about everything in sight

See the difference? now its not only about me, but about being angry as a kid is useless because youre too stupid to do something about it. I am not even that interested in myself, unless I can make a proper storytelling, I already lived it myself, you need to raise a new passion with artwork, now it is something worth remembering.

And finally, is Mother Aurora telling Auroras father about what is told at the last chapter of “Beautiful Mother”…

Im actually speechless about it, I dont know what to write, when I get to do it, was because I reached a trance state and it came on its own. Probably because they fought and separated. I do realized Im surrounded by birds because of it, theres no way Im this crazy on my own, I would never by myself.

Theres like two or three more chapters of Aurora with her father, then…

Im gonna remake this. Her parents are pretty useless, and Aurora is as difficult as ever, with the growing dark cloud that only fades at times like this. “Favorite Dancing Hour”, as Aurora is ready to smash the TV, but then… “Its a baby show… with a baby song…” and she bursts with laughing at her grace.

You could say she is more weird than Aurora, but her parents gave her a normal, poverty, life, she wishes it was better yet she enjoys, she is her lovely self though she is cautious not to bring the wrong attention, she lives under the boundaries that you can call a normal life. Aurora on the contrary, her parents gave her a life where no such limits exist, to the point of considering those ridiculous. So you have two kids, nearly the same age, at the same small room, but coming from very different worlds.

Its probably even a privilege, of her being able to go so deep into her grief. Her anger will meet the Passing into Adulthood trials. Eventually the fire recedes, and the cold becomes depression. Much later hope finally shines, as she reimagines her world.

And I will be there
Where you had to wait
And I will find you
Where the wind became stale
Dont you know this place is actually great?
Theres nothing to really hate
Surrounded by factories and storage gates
But we, a date in the park
Sweet colored sky
Stepping stones all ground, mixed and dry
Under the shade of a tree they may cut another day
Dont you know? were not alone
A million insects do the same as us
And just like them, we will move when the time comes
And I will tell you of how we played
Then, walking on the sad notes of a common day
We will talk about it, happiness.

It sure took a while… happiness.

On other news, Ive been attending seminar classes, the basic course of church history, its been so interesting… or better said, Ive been watching videos while fixing computers or having dinner. I know, I know… you need to live some decades in hispanic lands, then you get it. Ill probably, if I even have the time, write a couple of history posts, interesting stuff of this and that, and a comparison between the religions, including the liberal one, you know, they won, nowdays most are liberals, even when they call themselves otherwise, youre just confusing moderates with radicals, and they are fighting among themselves, because of class conflict, idolatry of nation, puritanism (method over person, leading to authoritarianism), or whatever.

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A Girl Named Aurora 02 ~Blood Circles~ 03

It was this weird ritual, you couldnt just get there
She suddenly said, telling the tales of even, oh so younger
They really cared but I didnt, so I wasnt paying that much attention
Of course I know it all, I could make it happen
They wouldnt be any good, it wouldnt work
Just like me, I dont believe it
She did gave me a lower dose, it worn off quickly
I didnt like it, I didnt need it, well, I followed her
In one phase I was like, the preparation, then in the next it turned and
Nah, because of their beliefs, they wouldnt do that to a
There was plenty anyway, it was too much, they couldnt even
I pity man ever since, pathetic
Hahahaha, nonsense, it is, way too expensive
None of you can afford it
See? you cant buy it all
You thought you did, but you dont
You all live in a cage of pretend
Then say “I didnt want that anyway”
Me? did you say or did I come up with it?
I cant really remember
I dont want to do anything at all
What?! another one? yuck
You dont even pay attention to the one you have
Well, obviously…
Now that I think about it
I get the feeling, youre not scared of her, are you?

I have this anger
Unborn, untamable
The only reason it hasnt manifest
Its the soft and nonfertile
So sad, mind of a pitiful child
Who has failed and now has no heart
Now only has its own hands to bite
After burying the nails in confusion
Sparking the firesome rage that
Hey, I already complained about everything in sight
If I were to make everything I dont like disappear
Then there wouldnt be much to remain
You, you, I guess you can stay
I mean, I might throw myself as well
The same questions, the same answers
And then youre useful when I forget and sleep
And how to eat, also to breathe
Overwhelmed, in eternal emotion
Im giving you permission to stay
I, I dont know anything else.

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A Girl Named Aurora 02 ~Blood Circles~ 02

For the first time, I had to decide on my own.
It wasnt difficult to reach the door, as I was sleeping in the nearby living room, unable to go back into the rooms, nowhere to go forward.
All sense of life is gone so I just laid there for countless days, there was nothing else to do, I was nothing left to be.
Until an annoying knock on the door, nobody ever dare to come but only one person.
And then it was my decision, and then I didnt know, it was too bothersome.
“I bet he is not used to wait”, I said to myself, “well, I guess he has an idea of now, and with me here… annoying”. I couldnt decide but then I remembered him being here before so I opened the door, a silent stare for a second as a welcome, then go back to lay on the sofa, letting him do whatever he came to do.
His tone of voice produced favorable results within me, as well as his formal manners, he wouldnt talk nonsense, just enough words, nothing more, not even hello.
After walking around for some time, he came close to the sofa, “your mother, where?” was met by the longest grunt and nothing more. He went around some more and then I heard the movement of a chair, where he sat down to think on his own.
Time turned meaningless, I dont know how it passes anymore, as I became another piece of furniture, that he simply carried away, along with his own whirlwind, I dont know when. “You cant be here anymore, its too far anyway”.

He did actually tried at the new place, with smells and lights, slowly to wake up.
By the time I actually did, I went directly towards him, I was not pleased, “this place is too clear, the lights are too bright”, I wont be annoyed, I know what I want, he was busy taking pillows out of their package and placing them along the perimeter of the windows, not a bad idea, but why?
“In case you feel like playing”, then I remembered, that I actually used to play, theres no point now, he is wasting his time.
“I dont like it here” “Its too far, I can barely make it”
“Whats the point, of everything?” he didnt know either.
Then is when you get angry and attack, yet… he doesnt demand anything, ever, he is just there, being selfsufficient, if he likes you he will play cool to try to impress you, if you are very mean, and very smart, and a very attractive girl.
-You know, my mother is like that.
-Mine is like that too.
-I know.
-Ohhhh… but Im a guardian, Im a warrior.
-Ahhhh… yes, I heard about that.
-Nobody ever dares to come.
-If you get bored… Im done with the pillows, I hope is enough.
-Too many of them.
-Youre too strong, but you have to be smart about it.
-Ahhhhhh??
-And I might, send someone.
-You want it dead?
-Just to… I get busy, for a lot of time.
-And?
-If I send someone, its business related, do you like business?
-No.
-Wouldnt be bad to learn, would make your life easier.
-Im an expert in supplies too.
-Ill send a letter then, do, do you know how to read?
-Kind of.
-Thats it then.
-Spies dont ever go back.
-Theyre already paid into obedience.
-Scum!!!
-We have so much, they are slaves.
-Mother kicked them all out, there was only me.

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Coffee Drinking 107

Au is dead!! no, no, not yet… I have had ridiculous amounts of work, which is a pitiful excuse, but then when I come back, I have ridiculous amounts of housework because of the birds, and that is too much. So no bird talk, Im too tired because of them.

Mmm, I still cant figure out if this drawing is done or not.

I think I do have a couple of chapters almost ready, but what I really want is a refresh in the net of sites, this my main and most beloved one,  I want to make some changes, but Im still not sure what, probably make a Bird page for all their drawings, and a different side bar, though Im getting sick of the ads, breaks the flow terribly, if I can find a decent place elsewhere, I would even move and make this a secondary site.

I changed the coffee thing to another page, because the old one doesnt support paypal anymore, because of “reasons”, I wanted to ditch them a while ago but I was too lazy to do it. The new one is called Ko-fi, back then I didnt like it, but now seems better, though I need to work on placing the content there, Im hopeful will be nice when done.

The third is the twitter account, which I dont use much because Im too lazy to work around the format and shithead people, Im too busy these days… but Ill do something about it. If you happen to check it, you may notice I mostly use it for news and such… what? Au catholic? emh, not really…

Ive been living in hispanic lands for too long, and theres also the memory of…

So I grew attached to the group I made the history investigation a little ago, still going by the way, I just have been so busy… I have even turned down jobs! I even have drawing works for logos and such, but Im too tired to talk about work, Im having a cool time now.

So I need to find a way for those three sites to work together, while fixing this one to overcome its weaknesses. Theres also the musical work I have done noooothing about. See why I havent write much? ahhhh pitiful.

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Coffee Drinking 106

And then I caught a flu, and then a ton of work, and then, a materialistic rage to cover for depression… luckily I came to my senses in time.

And also failure to do my brain exercises, I did now and here I am, writing a post again. Theres a bunch of little personal and pigeon stories I could write, yet, not that interesting.

In my mind there are two thing I could write about right now, besides my hair finding a way into my computer components. One is a blackout process when the sense of color is lost, its on the very serious stages, so its not happening now.

I thought it was one of those weird things that only happen to me, but it turns out is more common than that. I had a good idea for a drawing, but it was just the abstract idea, so now that I want to materialize it, its not even ready to describe.

“Greyout” they call it, yet you wont find much information beyond pilot stuff. In Auish talking, its one of the symptoms of traveling between dimensions, youre still standing strong and proud, and continue on, but the colors on your sight have faded and different shades of grey remain in their place. There is some blurriness in the details, yet nothing that the inductive process cant figure out, and replace, instead of perception.

Well, there is probably not that much information, because everybody is dead or something. Youd think people obsessed with, emh, materialistic spirituality, or whatever, I guess those more inclined to call themselves equal to the god they believe in, would have more interest in such mental processes. Aaanyway, it is very serious, in this case, what comes next is the travel between dimensions itself, casually called fugue state, and the arrival at the new dimension, casually called amnesia.

Ahh, I was so invested in the story that I could barely had time to draw, its incomplete :S

Again, theres not that much information on fugue state, most likely because theyre all dead, you wont easily find records beyond brief cases. It sounds complicated yet shouldnt be much, with amnesia you become a stranger of where you are, so you move away looking for it, problem is, you cannot find your place if you cannot find yourself.

In this case things are different, Aurora is already at a strange, and violent, place; when their society collapses its time to move away, to forever travel into foreign and vast lands.

I can improve so much of this one too.

So I have a bunch of nostalgia, mostly in three stages. I guess more will come as I continue to age. On the side of my mind, the obvious “how can you like any of them?” is asked, yet I naturally do, because I like myself, which leaves me to wonder, about those who defy the god they believe in, do they like themselves? “they want the kingdom, but they dont want god in it”, yet patrimony is a reflection of personality, so, wouldnt be easier to just stop believing and go for something else? but noooo, theyre obsessed… It may sound stupid, but that is the composition of the world you and I live in, and there is no way around it, the fear of death which demands belief, instinct calling for superiority in numbers in order to survive, an abstract safe feeling that wont be questioned. If I were to write an end of times book, it would be kind of easy, just everybody go hungry at once, just a day, or even a bit less, enough for people to lose their rationality. But that is going against “belief”, so it wouldnt be much popular, youd have to include a layer on top that does actually get fed, but then, whats the point of writing that? theres plenty of reality for it.

Im drifting a lot because Im falling asleep, which I will now.

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Coffee Drinking 105

And then I was so stubborn and proud that I did not my brain exercises, day after day, with the bigger problem that Im not going through a good cycle, Im blanking out a lot, I even lost some minor stuff somewhere.

I should probably count but in a “bad” cycle, I go into quick sleep more often and deep, in a “good” one is not that deep, so auto mode can more easily cover.

Ah, she is having more english classes, meaning me doing all her homework, at this point I gave up on her education, so I just do it and charge for it.

Its probably the same time of an attention span, if I can write this in sleep mode, it goes very smoothly, if not, it is very tiresome.

Today I was as stubborn as ever, yet I saw my new portable speaker and said lets use it, but I did on the right ear, cause Im way too stubborn, but then one of my very favorite birds came asking for peanuts, and the speaker was between us, so finally, finally, used it on my left ear. After a while the web mess started to clear… the second part of Blood Circles is about Aurora and her Cousin, I already have some designs done, in my mind only, and also different parts of it. At some point, Aurora decides to write a record of her “conquest expedition”, she writes a letter to her Mother then sends it to her father, it has an advanced language, but I must be careful as she didnt know phrases like “summary judgement”, even “judgement” didnt have the statist meaning now I give to the word, and “summary”, well… if you happen to not know, it means execution on the spot.

“Mr. X, do the Act of Contrition!!” :D

I know its black legend but it sounds cool.

Anyway, back to what I was saying, Aurora is trying to steal the princess, yet she is, naturally, attached to her parents, while Aurora selfishiss wants her to be like her in her new situation. Aurora doesnt like her parents place, is too small and poor, the people there she finds annoying as she doesnt like people at all, anything but certain spaces, trees and the princess. It doesnt help at all that her Mother left in bad terms with her brother.

Aurora is amazed and drooling about the princess, she doesnt like her parents so she is trying to figure out her origin, “She is the first one of her kind” Aurora writes to her Mother, without noticing the family strings. Her parents are very worried about the future, she got suspended again from school for being to weird… that time she kept climbing to some tall places, plus she doesnt listen to anybody ever. Aurora is a rich mean kid with a muscle, she is abusing everybody around her without remorse, while she abuses her, as the conquest expedition keeps failing.

Mmm, I need to improve some details.

Aurora and school? thats a long foregone thought…

This is the “come back in time” edition, thats why I like that story so much, along other elements. Auto mode I was talking about is the retard on the middle.

I would change some lyrics, but anyway:

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Help me feed the birds!!

Buy me a Coffee

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