Beyond the HorizonAcross the sky, you see a beauty transfixing. Nothing too amazing, yet backed by the purple skies and the distant lightning, it seems to you a wondrous spectacle. This area around you, complete with barren wasteland, seems almost not to match what your eyes confirm they see. What lies before you is a stretch of silver, a glint of gold. The empty breeze sways the flimsy gauze before your eyes. A musky aroma scents the atmosphere, drawing you in to the texture it present, a touch of silk. You feel a soft breath of wisps, lighter than anything you’ve ever known, brush your elbow iBeyond the Horizon
Windows of Cold FireI sit there in that tree, across from Kurama's window. My ki is shielded, as usual. And then, I start to think.Windows of Cold Fire
What is it that keeps me here? Why do I stay in the Ningenkai with all of these mindless humans? Why do I not simply go back to the Makai, where I am free? Where I belong? Go back to Mukuro and a simple job, even though I can't kill the idiots that wander over the borders.
Then, I remember why I left Mukuro. I am a youkai. I understand lust just as well as anyone. But Mukuro's advances left me strangely uncomfortable. Yes, she is strong, and, therefore, desirable to many. I, however, am not one of those "ma
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Well, to any writers that may see this, I am a very thorough beta reader and am up for hire for any fanfiction from HP or anime. I do this as pro bono work because it's fun. I don't expect any payment like some out there. So, if you're seeking a beta, please contact me and I will be happy to assist you. 
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I always felt that I hadn't achieved what I wanted to achieve. I always felt I could get better. That's the whole incentive.
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As a young but already eccentric painter, Salvador Dali seduced a wealthy American woman. But when she removed her clothers, he did not take her to bed. Instead, Dali fried two eggs, placed them upon her bare shoulders and said goodnight.
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As a young but already eccentric painter, Salvador Dali seduced a wealthy American woman. But when she removed her clothers, he did not take her to bed. Instead, Dali fried two eggs, placed them upon her bare shoulders and said goodnight.
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