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August – Amanor

Amanor was the chief and creator god in pre-Christian Armenian mythology. He was regarded as a generous god of fertility, rain, and abundance, as well as the father of the other gods. Amanor was both a common noun referring the new year and a title for the deity whose celebration was held on the new year.

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Many know about Roman and Greek mythology, but Amanor was the chief and creator-god in Armenian mythology.

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Վերջապես լույս տեսավ մեր ամբողջ խմբի համար շատ սպասված տեսահոլովակը)) 🎥Հիմա կարող ենք հանգիստ անցնել ամանորյա տրամադրության։ 🎄🎄🎄Այս երգը մեզ համար խորհրդանշում է տոների սկիզբը! 🌟✨✨✨Թող այսպիսի լավ ու բարի մթնոլորտ լինի ձեր տներում այս տարի)) Սյուզան Մարգարյան «Ամանոր» ❤ (խոսք և երաժշտություն `Սիրուշո) #NowonYoutube #Amanor

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🎄 Նկարահանում էինք «Ամանոր» երգի տեսահոլովակը! Այս անգամ նկարահանման տաղավարում արտառոց աշխատանքային պայմաններ էին)), սակայն սա մեր ամենաբարի ու ջերմ նկարահանումներից էր, որի ընթացքում մեր ողջ նկարահանող խումբը վերածվել էր պրոֆեսիոնալ մանկավարժների ))) Շնորհակալություն նաև հեքիաթային «Ձմեռային այգուն» (Winter Park) մեզ ջերմ ընդունելու համար🎉 ❄️ #SyuzanMargaryan #Amanor

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a-manor

It was completely different than what she was used to, but she needed a change of scene. The blood was freely flying from the punches people gave each other and well, she could almost taste it. Keeping herself under control she walked among the throng of screaming and shouting people before leaning against a pillar. She had to admit it was exciting to watch them fight each other. There seemed to be nothing holding the back from wanting to rip the other person to shreds and that was something she could relate too. Camilla was still deciding who she wanted to rip apart herself tonight. 

Cautiously, she let her eyes wander around the room. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she felt eyes on her. Searching slowly among the people she spotted someone looking at her. Turning her head, she check to see if they were looking for someone else. Instead, she looked back and saw them coming her way. “Don’t make it easy for me.” She mumbled, plastering a small smile on her face to seem somewhat open and inviting. 

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          Uh oh, guess who’s getting sleep because he hasn’t slept in almost four days? That’s right, this little angel. Castus whines slightly, sniffling as he lifting his only blanket to cover his face as he yawns.

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At the kiss Duke kissed back is arm reaching out to wrap around Mel. He jerked his arm so that she would be as close as he could get her. Tucking her under his chin he closed his eyes relaxing and enjoying the moment.

The wolf’s heart was out of control. Alternately racing and stopping as the male finally returned the kiss. They had shared a kiss before. But never like this. There was no hint of teasing. No trace of simply being a friendly gesture. His longing and desire, her need, was given life by that little act. Broken all to soon, she whined as his lips were pulled away. Quieting down when he pulled her into a tight embrace. Strong arms forming a protective shield as she was held against him. Fingertips moved to trace the scars riddling the hot skin. Hearing his heart beating so loudly beneath her cheek. The sound so clear even if the organ was a bit of distance from her. 

She had always liked Duke. Even that first moment when he had been tossed into the ring to face her. There had been no hard feelings in her victory and he had ended up a protector of sorts. Taking her on dates when she was feeling down. Punching Gavin when he said dirty things, even though everyone involved knew more damage would be done to his hand. They were close friends. At that moment she realized she wanted something more. She was still badly damaged, but he was broken too. He didn’t judge her for it. With a brief moment of hesitation she turned. Mouthing kisses up to his neck. Desperate to taste and feel every part of him.

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"Mé grá agat as an t-am is faide ." - EXCUSE MUN MUN IS DYING OF FEELS AND CAN NOT TYPE

Her eyes widened slightly. Hoping not to face rejection. But not expecting such a sentiment in the least. The wolf seemed to have lost her voice. Stolen away by a racing heart and clouded mind. With no words to answer, she used actions in their place. Leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his lips. Pulling away and taking the hand from her stomach to her heart. Wanting him to feel how strongly it was beating. Reacting to him.