My Awesome Watchers 2

A feature of all of my watcher... that bothered filling out a little form.
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The place you called homeThis place that you called home,
Will never hear your playful voice
Or see your beautiful form.
My heart it fills with sorrow,
As I look into the heavens,
For I know, that you won't be here tomorrow.
That patch of sun lays bare,
Your bed has now grown cold.
Tears come to my eyes, when I find you are not there.
My heart it fills with sorrow,
As I look into the heavens,
For I know, that you won't be here tomorrow.
I'll never hear the patter of your dainty little feet,
Never will I feel you as you lay upon my lap.
And never will you comfort me with purring oh-so sweet.
My heart it fills with sorrow,
As I look into the heavens,
For I know, that you won't be here tomorrow.
You'll live on forever, here within my heart,
No matter how much time has passed,
You memory shall live on, even though we are apart.
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V for Valiant: 2. ReunionsHeavy. So very heavy. The blackness weighed down on me, crushing me into nothingness. Is this dying? Is this what it feels like?
I tried to move my fingers, only to feel a ghostly arm, my ghostly arm, move through the nothing all around me. Somehow, I didn't feel panicked; it was peaceful in the blackness, the nothing. Slowly, feeling began to come back into my body – the sensation of my fingers being able to bend, my fist clenching and loosening; but, first came the sounds and smells.
A fire crackled and a deep rhythmic rumble came from somewhere near me. The smell of some familiar   meat being cooked filled the air, the tell-tale sound of spitting juices as they dripped into the fire. Every so often, in time with the rhythmic rumbling, came a wash of warm air that smelt like the mouth of a carnivore, hot, wet and stunk of things long dead.
Blades of grass were gently poking into my back and pleasant warmth radiated from the fire. What felt like small hands, presse



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