#sheik sphere

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[Insight]:悪 Sheik Sphere🎼

Everything thou know dearest, is but a story.

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~ Evolutionary Cycles ~ Holdeth changes should urge welcome Shifts rotate within loom aloft, Rise means bringeth upon this nestle life. All begin subverted of answers, pondering thy whom, is or be. Fabric surrounding's require observance of highest keen! Wind has'th lesson to bustle forth, unrelenting all-directions, Fairest seas bestows remembrance, surfaces to depths. We hold accord, peril infinity marvels. Above dusky night scenic luster's gleamed star dreams are seen, Cloud's trickle's droplet emotions, wishing gazed wonder also. Verdant lush carries a bloom attentiveness, care it reminds. For thou bloom cannot present without nurtured growth. Seed's layth etched as thine began, Growing relies heavily upon, we hold across our ticking clock in hast chest box. Flower's resemble lack difference, than you, nor I stand, each diverse, vibrancy is splendor magnificent witness in every account, Imploring thyself glowed its show. Aspiring herald, ye Sun, which allows see; an occur. Ascends up, descends down, all returns eventually above! Ushering, alluring, captivating, dimming, settling, endearing! Whether obscure, falter, it shalt remain a presence Dawn Constant beholds mastered solving! --- (Basically to sum it up, all around us, is a lesson to uptake within us, we're given all the recipes and notes to succeed and understand our meanings and creation throughout discovery. But discovery cannot happen without accepting the voluntarily and involuntarily changes. By courageously undergoing the gauntlet's we're thrown, we become sun's and aspire, blooming everything else in nurturing and returning to the same process, time and time again. Granting solving answers and understanding for all to reach their glowing potentials. However, a Sun cannot be also motivated to return into its orbit without having reasons to remain constant. Which all the rest, gives it.)

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Prompt #12 ~ A Beheld Legend

A sutured sewn back finger stitched. Gave memento of recent loss under battle-wound. The Seeker collected himself alone with reflection. His life had cultivated change. Although, a knock came on the opposing side of his cabin door. Before even pouring himself a brew vice. "I b' sorry but th' Captain yer trying to reach is not currently available, do come-by at a later date." He sarcastically intimidated a link-pearl operator. Looking, thinking his avoidance worked, only to be startled as his door flung off the hinges. "Aye, sure let yourself on n', c'mon I just fixed that!" Flailing playfully, to notice his most unlikely interloper Crewmates in his bard who couldn't be touted as being physically magnificent, if anything was less than ordinary. "Thee wondrous Captain! I've laid seizure before marvelous epiphany." Under his refined accent, The Seeker exhaled but that was a pirate-like introduction, quite impressive, the detected enthusiasm. Wit expunged out from the Scoundrel, "First off, what if I was naked? Second, did Sol show ye some Dreamweed? ...But have at it, what hold yer thoughts?" Having to preface his own Crew sabotaged themselves, namely his Shipwright was chaos incarnate and prankster. "As thou would say, nay to all they. I've found truth's crest, Everything has a Story. Drought ceases me, it has vaporized! I lie multitudinous of inexhaustible inspiration! Would thou, like to hear my new verses?" Bedazzled in fashionable attire, always ecstatically colorful. The Midlander was often prized-taken and targeted for being a prime hostage. Seeing beauty and positively good, in all things and matters, even in the precipice of danger, it excited writing. A calamity could usher the next dawn and he'd be in the middle of it.

Twisted in-arm the Miqo'te wasn't about to crush the morale sides, wasn't doing anything beforehand, being distracted from alone served his favoritism lately. "Cheers, I guess matey? But I'm not so sure, documenting bloke's taking a shart really qualifies as stories worth telling, or many in that minimum regard. But who knows, anymore, th' fetishes the Quicksand patron's develop b' whacked even t' me in standard. Anyways, become loose." The bard drew his lute to strum a fitting testing tune, then baritone fetching a rhythmic cry from a soul. "Titled: A Beheld Legend." O’ coldest shrilling chills delivered unholy fright Upon wickedest night Puncturing blue; as sky, to ice Beholdest eyes of thine, lost sight Trembling whistle sang howl Wizened branches snapped to foul I shalt brand steel resolve, A weathering’s survival demanded Bundled tundra hide blanketed betwixt heart Sanctity sheathed from fellowmen’s observe Cruel harboring fury contains hungering growl Prophecy strangles thee at dark hand. Cardinal doom grew inside unkind through haze blind Lives cultivate risked at grand line, Fanning my lasting zeal serve to seal Twilight’s stand brings unregretful end Fore-thee, vision again at stretched thin Pillar dreams brighten; like roses bloom May memory in them, not wither in ever-soon. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Conclusively halting his stringing lute to a fitting tune, his mimicry came emotionally. He held the properties to absorb details of stories, and preserve them into fitting beauty; they shouldn't be contained only to dreams, or left uncolored. They should expressively be felt and painted alive, even if they were 'once upon a time.' Illusion parlor tricks, only of entertainment, nothing of prowess, or harming, gave the story portrayed the tales symbolically. He soothed a guilt that read like led on his Captain's features. This encapsulated accurately what the rival in white was. Legends were formulated by the ability of cherishing, thinking, remembering. To suffer or grieve in guilt, served less than celebrating what it gave, shaped, or earned. Sculpted by the injuries and that very finger-wound, from previously, now, kept a unity thread. Where it formerly felt numb, feeling empty and weightless, now carried abundance purpose. "I appreciate ye, Sheik Sphere. Sometimes can't fathom how t' heal, but seems, healing alone, isn't necessary. Even when songs end, th' melodies can continue to play, through us." He gave a hearty standing and poured a glass of two instead of one earlier, "Ye can break down my door without permission anytime, let's have some more rounds, aye?"

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Prompt #8 ~ Pandemonium

♫Down the Road♫

A hearty warm open-board tavern ship laid housing of several delinquent's and cutthroats mingling playing tarots for stacks of gil. Under all this casual business affairs laid a sinister slave-ring and exchange. Their leisure affairs came to a halt as a roaring swinging door kicked open and studded boots of an unwelcome outcast gingerly walked with a presence as if they owned the place with effortless commandment. Cigar's putrid quality hung low off a Sea Wolf's mouth. The same scraggy bearded foe who strolled in held a wanted notice and permanent ban with his entire dated-portrait crossed out. The wrong wanderer paid little attention to them. A more prominent purpose seemed to carry. To order him the finest bit of ale from all away here in particular. He daringly took a seat in dangerous territory even the senior bartender looked at the new occupant while clothing and cleaning glass, as if he was the stupidest bellow bastard, this was a chaotic tandem about to spark into a brawl. Finger's tip-tapped loosely for room temperature fashioned whiskey to be served. The tender sighed but took a duck behind the counter. While the Seeker polished an open plate until reflectively gave his image and let him cunningly see behind him at removing a holstered flintlock lass belonging to the unsettling Crew. Before she took aim, an adroit flinging of the plate came to hit her at the wrist for disarming, little room left as the juggernaut of Sea Wolf came just brutishly with brass-knuckles came breaking through furniture to pommel and crush this roguish intruder.

The Miqo'te stood up and hurled his seat before maneuvering with dexterously into a baseball slide across the sleekly clean bartender counter until rolling underneath into a cover table he flipped over as another attempt at ballistically shooting him was seized by another ruffian. His cover barely safeguarding him until he unhooked his own holstered flintlock and shot at the chandeliers crashing it down and disarraying the group of ganging fighters. The most troublesome Roe came with his power again as swift motions and rolls of evading were required. He found a cleaning supply unit of a mop and bucket and fought with a jab to the Sea Wolves, knocking the wind out with a quick jab to his lungs. It helped the Seeker had prior experience with handling this back in his cabin boy days. He fashioned it around his shoulders in a twirl and spun to knock another ambushed with a shiv. Cobbling him in the head a male Hyur down into the pavement. He kicked the bucket upper-ward letting it's small content's swish over before catching the handle between his mop's shaft end and threw it at Roe. Storing his feline tail and wrapping it around his flintlock earlier before drawing he grabbed it back, as the Roe swatted predictably effortlessly, he used the last bullet in the chamber. To temporarily dismantle the brute by taking a steep shot into the shoulder off the distraction. Lass from before managed to land a bottle to the backside as she staggered the intruder and splintered glass into his back but didn't see him collapse since didn't get the shot in the head. Also showing own flexibility and flip's over the furniture that was dismantled she leapt. The Seeker turned and twisted, blocking as she cut through the middle of his wooden shaft into two pieces with a scimitar. Then the Seeker was on the defensive rope. Strolling back high-heel kicks, she landed a quick one in-between the Seeker's chest sending him reeling back. He redistributed his weight by crouching down and with his two-halved mop's wedged them between an angled sword thrust angling to slice across his head that punctured a split through his Tricorne which he narrowly tilted his visage to prevent. He power-struggled as he flung all their weaponized arm's with the momentum into the far-distance. A swift-lethal kick came hurling forth to knock his teeth. He grabbed the sole of her foot and heel, only to catch a roundhouse to his temple. Managing to knock the invader backward. Though never removing his clutching grip on her other foot he managed to tumble her with him under wherewithal instinct. As she mounted and fell upon his body into a plummeting melted kiss, her eyes gave-star-struck with anger until her facial features felt a sedation of him deftly sneaking out a piercing syringe of injected poison into her bare hip. An agent only that'd see her knocked out like the remainder of her gang. Breathing a slight hint languidly and heavily exhale, before hurling her off from mounted. Standing up with effort his back still anguished shedding in removed skin and punctured glass. Casually strolling back up to the bartender as a peak over the bar-tending table, dumbfounded came. The Seeker looked for his order which now began getting poured into a glass, as he chunked it back in a throw-back. He seized an old blimey cigar and lit it giving himself an inhale, before the bartender's reaction in his hue's showing him about to cower, again. The Miqo'te hair strand's standing up on his tail with alertness. The Roe still barely standing would be given into his palm that attempted to straddle the throat of this pest, would be burned before the cocky Miqo'te, "Aw left out, big lug?" He'd squeeze and grab the wrist of the Sea Wolf before tugging his shirt into him in a formidable danger kiss again before pelting with a viscous headbutt, the intrusive Scoundrel, padded tricorne let him sustain it more effective, but did make him see dazzling light's for a moment as the Roe collapsed in a heaping thud. Who already was weakened from being shot earlier. The hardcore and

gallant pirate softly reached down and unhooked a key from the waistband of the Roe and headed back to the closest and safe-space of this ruse tavern, to find his Crewmate, and gullible bard, gagged and roped up. "Seventh time on this Moon, mate... I'm hiring ye a bodyguard." Saying with a begrudge and scolded sigh. Removing the constrictions and confinement's of his ally. "O' thou Captain, thee but sought unraveling their way's with but joyous entertainment and utmost captivation." The eccentric colorful minstrel revealed in his defense. "Ye prospered in giving them captivation... T' sell ye though, as did the other Crew's attempting t' claim. Yer my branded Crew now, my responsibility first and foremost. Let's go home, my treasured mate." The charismatic swashbuckler showered his compassion.

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Heavy Ammunition

Undone from defeat the Ser now turned into a nightmarish knight of a chipped skull. Began moving his lower-extremities. All them prone and wheezing or unconscious. Silv’a stayed above. Like he always was anyway in his viewing beliefs. Glowering with resentment at Judas. Animosity laid with that one the most of all. If his older age and wisdom didn’t act on intuition his plan would all be foiled. By the most plain of the lot. Execution was being readied to be served up as the thawed bone’s arm began skeletal functioning between.

“Shalt have to disagree with you most unpleasantly. O’ dread, I beseech you to meet red-comet. Often fate can sting like a piercing hornet.” A lute played in string. Before a rocketing crimson-lance of bottom hilt flashfire swept over and sent the puppeted knight being attached and stuck to the wall from impalement. With such a terrifying might.

An obnoxious laughter of jolly a battle-thirstier. As a Roe came inbound following suit with thuds of heaviness. “It’s so difficult to watch my strength within this dinky little hole.” Even though the chamber’s were massive the building wouldn’t be able to contest with his fire which was unfortunately too risky to use with allies. The last squadron of the Crew showed up in a pair five. A lalafell brought in a beach chair and propped it down and sat down just drinking her juice. Now the reinforced firepower had arrived. Facepalming while enthusiastically screaming Silv’a “Really more?!!?! They just keep lining up to die!” Irritation was demonically being infused as his undoing. This Band of Gold was truly an annoying bunch. One falls another to take front and center. It actually benefited them that they were all distant apart and didn’t all arrive at once. The louder gallant voice of Roe heartily broke a shout, “Kid ya’ alive?” Captain mumbled between the floor. Gark quipped, “Kay.” He'd take that as enough. A viera hopped with a spiritedly step before leaping over and coming between the duo of Noble and Captain. “Sorry we’re late. Me-Me wanted a detour, she insisted… You know how it goes.” She bubbly said. The Lalafell kept slurping on her straw with the continent with a massive slurpee. That terrifying um, ‘little’ menace was quite possibly the most fearsome of all the mates. Don’t refer to her by any tiny stature or treat her as such. Captain just murmured <Mmm-hmm> trying to remind, of mortally bleeding out over here and in agony. The short Viera huffed her puffy cheeks before recognizing what she needed to do and began grabbing the duo by the wrists to drag into a corner away from the center again and get into obstruction. “I’ll have to decline you. Those sinners haven’t suffered enough. I’ve grown to want them to see me in succeeding with all this resistance, have a taste and join them would you!” An intense fire came hurling at the preoccupied bunny who’s pink hue sparked defenselessly. Water came raining and doused it effortlessly. Two prayer hands together came with a Sea-Maiden looking Roe woman now intervening. “Gark. I shall contend with the Caster, would you please rid the Knight?” A bone crackling thud of his own collar bone snapped out a muscle knot, “Gladly m’lady.” He’d chivalrously advance with clacks of chain-mail, draconic by the etching making. The material would make the most experienced blacksmith quite impressed. Right when Silv’a nearly cradled this end he foolishly met a dinging bell signaling this was still to begin. Among the Crew. There was a structure of power-hierarchy when it came to independence and also those who excelled better in support or team. Each matey held their own extreme weaknesses and flaws whether personality, or, ability. Some weren’t yet pushed or aware of them. Whilst others with their age nearly were incomprehensible with their battle prowess and room commandment. Far above even their own Captain escapades. Weak or strong it mattered little for the same course required all but the tentatively steer of all roles aboard that’s what ruled reign to spoil in all the hoards. Sheik Sphere jotted down this entertaining showdown for the records. Never losing his passion to share and kindle this with fellow passionate readers or to sing it among those of all. While he never combated harm. He had a unique unwavering charisma to avoid it personally remaining seen as too neutral. This was literature fascinating to savor! The matron Sea Wolf gingerly came advancing in against this most heinous. Her white-shark spectacles were softened with a brow. Almost showing pity for this demon. By some strange sensation she felt too eerily familiar as if something was buried beneath every depth of the surface. Trying to explore it would certainly risk drowning and being sunken to the bottomless sea. Her posing pray set him off, radiating apologies. His demonical outlook would handle this manner. One swift hand motion he’d unleash a wall of icy that rapidly drew forth her aspected water was meaningless to his mastery. While it may be true. Elastically watering the most manipulatively potent she stacked and built a tide large enough to withhold density and overly reach bigger heights than his initial walls. Closing her eyes. “Thine trencherman born salt to sea, I call upon thee, children of the deep!” Intense powerful glowering of her irises came as the ice and water connected, freezing at the surface and spreading rapidly. Before trident’s broke through as two conjured Sahagin Egi’s came bellowing out with their own glowing golden eyes.   Their flipper leave the containment, and puncture the demon from midair in the shoulder each. One more elementally made, while the other was scale made and naturally. “Ravage thou land-savages who bring equal pain throughout the sea.” Each of them growing empowered by her boisterous wishes. “He who hurts until one welts, deserves the tide’s sweeping without remorse.” They kept piercing the demonical wizard over and over unrelentingly with a feverishness. His immortality made quite resilient. Organs constantly being gushingly punctured like tarp bait flapping over a boat. Each erupting step of blood from his puncturing and mouth.

He found wherewithal to grapple their trident’s and conduct electricity attempting to fry the Sahagin from the link as the one who was more watery based let go and vaporized it was rapidly reformulating. The scale seemed null too as it didn’t let up. Before lifting up the kabob pierced the treacherous foe and let him go upstream into the ceiling from a non relenting geyser. Pinned he was struggling to contend with this might, unable to get his counter in. Her magic didn’t grow weaker, it was continuously building up and getting more vast. She fearsome conveyed as a magnificent threat he identified. Ever overpowering wrath he began trying to loosen it but he wasn’t finding success. To attempt to resist the current was a foul law he wouldn’t find. He brought upon his ice only for the temperature of the water to become steaming hot. The Inside and entire body was screeching in boiling water. A merging water induced egi found it’s regeneration and binding into the same waters only able to reformulate acidic properties, make the water start melting flesh. Reaching out his fingers he’d point outwardly in the distance before a humongous fallen column pillar broken in half came wedging between him and the hard place and then engulfing the geyser’s source using telekinesis. Which gave destruction to the combined aetherial Egi. Shaking completely before charging at the other Scaly-Egi before the other could pursue. Grappling it’s face and soaring himself with a push of heel electrical aether he’d return that favor of being dismantled against the wall. A trident once again snagged into him and linked the duo close. Regeneration was slow because of the acid as equally contesting the forces. His own palm began to get the same from grappling the jaws of this beastkin. Flame came out of SIlv’a as a response as they would wager against each other two destructiveness. The trident began again creating a vortex of water trying to push and repel him away from the wall or once again setting Silv’a back but his demoniacal fury became even more enlarged and massively maddened.                         (Previous) << (Voidal Relics) >> (Next)

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Wandering wonders to thy self, Will passion’s acclaimed stay afoot? Beyond distant shown nor known Even now as ink runs dry despite try. Shalt share I’ve a visionary of happens Dreams showcase thrilling spectacle over the horizon’s sea, Giant’s further than mountains shalt be awaited to see, Desire reins claim over me seeking a flooded symphony to fill inspire. Truth spoken even I come with folly compared from jolly Crippling doubts tugging me from impeding place, Slunk observing those who life pace as if thou is race, Often told, ‘chase!‘ Thee wished upon above from a conundrum, To be spared of needless haste, A visited sorrow-field crypt often comes with those storied shares. Without the sole conditioner a withering one can’t expect much bloom. Hands layered and stained of fought clasp thine struggling shoulder, Word’s hung to mindful museum ceiling from a gathered tongue coated silver. Loosening what felt noose, Wind that shaped itself to a registered friend fed reminder. With creation must come self-love. Does the beholder understand its beauty? Do melodies send the same messages who received? We’ve free. Should my pieces grow fade from dull age of shored gone, Whether this pen splinters into a drown abyssal sentenced nevermore. Confessing here under this silence crimson uproot. Love with blood and you’ll live as if forever has genuinely more.                                                                                                        -S.S

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Sold To Gold!

It's foreseen! A scene for holy thees, Oh, he'll come from seas!

Brand with their grand following the one who stands! Crows on perch nestled aside the eye's whoth nested Twins assured doth win of chrono's aim Masked monstrosities of gluttony laid rested.

A storied is foretold gold The beast wage in thy feast! Decorative bells of unsung become sang!

Blasphemy! The Twelve shout! Upheaval, I tout!

Before; you'll wish to giveth pat, I forewarn his tremendous hat!

Yesth I seeth! Vile's bewareth in defile As guile stands sacredly, Locked and stocked. ------------------------------------- Wait - Nothing can prevent lunacy's or anarchy No mattered the stationary, KABOOM! Vroom? I hearth...- Ah! Make room!

Phew it drew, apologies, I condone A massive threat dooms prodigious stones!

A she who seas the same see as thee, Couldeth we herald the beckoning, he? What's that?   Come towards the light without fright?

Very marvelous! I shalt built kite Hold on tight!                                                                                                                   -S.S

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Accursed Wanderer

Upon the warden’s crux An eye lingers off task Wherewith o’ say, did one loom too? Glade of tranquility, How’s complexion has changed Thy shade abandons shelter Sweet scent, lovely beauty Your flora’s nectar has emptied I mourn; torn May the sworn be scorned Graces? Please, instruct an understand I pace to know... Curiosity in traveler Is thou trenchermen to thee ambition Fickle, flawed, forgetful to nature Forgotten in preservation of fellow’s kind Spring’s brief breeze comforts I hush as whispered A grove of once, explains Rays of beams peer through canopies Who truly is misguided? The weight lays on thee Recall what is cherished, sacred, adorned Or shall misconstrue what held meaning t’first.                                                                                                   - S.S