I can't ever express how much it hurts me to see/read and listen to news about wolf killing. it's as if a part of me is dying, too.
go and take a look at what was written at this deviation:
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I can't find any words. I'm just sad.


Das kleine Biest...Tyson sah nachdenklich zu, wie der kleine Azriel ein Dreirad neben sich herschob.Das kleine Biest...
Minutenlang ging das nun schon so, und der Harling machte keine Anstalten sich irgendwann auf das Gefährt zu setzen.
"Hey, Kleiner!" Tyson näherte sich dem kleinen Biest vorsichtig. Azriel konnte trotz seines Alters ganz schön bissig sein... Unglaublich, aber wahr. Oft schon hatte Tyson sich gefragt, von welchem seiner Elternteile er das wohl hatte. Er hatte den Kleinen eingeholt, der nun böse zu ihm aufsah, und ging neben ihm in die Hocke. "Weißt du, du kannst dich ruhig auf das Rad setzen. Es hat d


Sparks~:++:~Sparks
It is absolutely clear that sparks will fly as the air is heavy with magic, rage and passion. It is the first time that Ponclast and Cobweb meet each other in person and one has to be blind not to notice that these two are on the edge of Armageddon.
It was Terzian - or more the sorrow for a deeply wounded Terzian - who had brought the two magic-users together in the same room. The soldiers had moved quickly out as first Ponclast and then Cobweb had entered their Generals tent. It was hard to breathe in there as two of the most power- and beautiful hara stood on either side of the room and cold gaze


Bedtime storyCobweb loved watching his dear little harling sleep.Bedtime story
The way his hands grabbed at the pillow and the faint smile that was about to spread on the rose-petal lips... He still couldn't believe that this little person was his. From the first day on Swift had a strong hold on his heart, he knew there was nothing that he would ever deny the little one. Sometimes Cobweb wondered how Swift could be so much like him: the black silky hair, the mysterious eyes, the air of magic around him. Nothing that proved Terzian's blood in the harling, too. But maybe he would be a great fighter one day.
Swift sighed in his sleep and
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I just found this yet - so cuuuutteee!!!
*collects
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~ Me, I want a Hula-Hoop ~
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~ Me, I want a Hula-Hoop ~
It's YOU!
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*hug*
Thanks for the add!
Suz
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