Insanely drawn to all things macabre, and kawaii. Halloween and autumn is the muse to my soul, and the beat to my heart. I'm a Tim Burton's Batman, and Batman: TAS fanatic. My musical taste is like random paint splatter against a canvas; there's no rhyme or reason to it. Also, I'm a major DC, MARVEL, IMAGE comics fan. As well as comicbook movie/tv enthusiast.
This is Berk. It snows nine months of the year, and hails the other three. Any food that grows here is tough and tasteless; the people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies, or parrots, we have…dragons.
D’Artagnan:Athos, why don’t you come join us? Athos: You fight like a man. See if you can drink like one. D’Artagnan: I’ll drink anything you put in front of me. Athos:Famous last words… What should we drink to? D’Artagnan: Let’s drink to love. Athos: To love. Let me tell you a story about love, D’Artagnan. I knew a young man once, a Count, who feared he would never fall in love. One day, he met a woman. This woman was more than beautiful. She was intoxicating, mysterious, everything he’d ever dreamed of. He felt his heart would burst if he couldn’t have her. D’Artagnan: What happened? Athos:The poor idiot married her. D’Artagnan:Isn’t that what people do when they fall in love? Athos:Shut up and listen to me. They were riding through the forest one day. She was thrown from her horse and knocked unconscious. When he rushed to her side, he noticed a mark on her body… something he’d never seen before, something she’d managed to keep hidden all this time. D’Artagnan: What was it? Athos:The brand of the fleur-de-lis, the mark given to those who are to be executed for murder. The Count was crushed. The woman he loved, his bride, had betrayed him. She’d lied to him. When she came to, she swore that she’d been falsely accused of these crimes, but he didn’t believe her; he rejected her for her lies and for her past. Then he banished her from his province. When the guards came to take her away to be executed, she… she was still professing her undying love. Soon after, the Count realized how much she had meant to him, but it was too late. His betrayal was far greater than hers could ever have been. He gave up his title, his land, everything he believed in, never to be seen or heard from again, all because of love.