lala. didah. {story continues} mwahaha.

My blog, didah.
rightey, not that much happened today, well..err...there was a cooking 'mis-hap' i didn't grease the trays enough...but enough about that :)
anyway, the new story thing is below somewhere...wrote it before i wrote my blog so thats why i'm a bit erm...blank?!
haha. anyway, i've discovered an awesome site ; www.veganstore.com :) it rules, honest, and its not all 'vegan' stuff, there's vege and organic stuff there too. like vege marshmellows. which i want, bad *_^
didah.chichi.
update my bebo page yesterday which was fun :) *sighs* oh yeah, didn't write about yesterday did i. Which meant i didn't write about friday night...oooh. well this could be longer than a paragraph or two then, yay!

Well, i went to see Rocky Balboa with Emma. Which rocked, a lot! :) i <3'd it.
OH, yeah. and she got me an innocent smoothie {CARTON} .. yeah she rocks.
HMM...that brings me on to Valentines which, apparently, has the highest suicide rate of a day, and did you know that Vets are the most likely to kill themselves too?! geez...thats obvious then that money isn't EVERYTHIN...hmm...but it could buy me an ascencion top. which i want. its the angel tee. i think its ascension clothing.co.uk ermm...well i think so. didah, well its on my bebo page :)

Iced a cake today, anyway, it was..yeah, kinda perfect...like me?! haha, no, no ones {p} erfect, and i'm no aception tho i'm the nearest too it

*pops head* didah. OH yea, stole my sisters and joanne's hair extensions today, i know! they're £15 ea and there were £45 worth there but...well i kinda liked the, anyway the pics are on my bebo page :] if you dont have the link then theres usually a reason.

cya/
me

{story thing underneath}
to re-cap the death-warriors have come to the forest, if you didn't gather it was a forest then.....sorry :) (you thought i was just gonna trail off again didn't ya!! )
well..nooo.
this is it.

Crimien and Dheity again, by the way


















"What are you talking about?" Shouted a bemused Dheity, flicking his untidy hair out of his eyes as he looked round. Sunlight blinded him for a few moments, but as he flung his hand in front of his face to shield from the light he caught sight of them running through the trees.
"W...Wha....What shall we do?" Crimien asked Dheity, barely drawring his transfixed eyes, on the death-warriors.
"I dunno, erm," Dheity's mind raced, like hurricanes in his head. As one 'thought hurricane' zoomed into view, it was outdone by an even larger hurricane. "Hide!" He whispered and pointed to a slight opening between two trees leading to the river of Ila, the God of women, love, and life.
"We can't go down there, isn't there somewhere else? It will disgrace the god's!"
Dheity scowled at him.
"Okay, but, no, its not right!" The death warriors were drawring nearer to them now. Dheity bit his tongue in protest at his minds thoughts. With a heave he grabbed Crimien and dragged him towards the river of Ila, north of the river of Ekiel.
"It is against the clan law Dheity! Will you disgrace the clans name by going down there it is where the women wash!"
"I dont think they will mind Crimien if we are running from..from....THEM!" Dheity let go his grip of Crimien and stared through his upheld arm in protest at the nearing Death-warriors.
" I cannot do this, i cannot save myself Crimien, and drag you like a log in the river with me! I am going, you can die here, or come with me!"
Dheity only knew the way because of what the girls had told him, he noticed the weeping willow as he drew nearer, running silently through the trees. He looked round to see of what path Crimien had chosen and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"You've come, good. We need to go through the river and hide under the trees over there. Ila should save us now." At this point Dheity looked round at the river expecting none there, but there was. Dheity looked down in horror Ila's pure water had been tinged with a redness like a nut he had found on the floor. His face flushed for a second, and then realised with a flash what had happened.

Blood swirled round the bodies, etched into each back was the mark he had only seen on the tainted yellow pages of books, the mark of the dead ones. Crimien joined him and gasped.

Through the trees from where the two had just ventured the unmasked men and women's eyes lit with happiness. A man stepped forward wiping away blood from his mouth, an ancient ritual of them and smiled. "The one is dead, onto the fields of Mokia where we may hope to find such easy victims, and pleasentness as we have here." His evil devilish grin stretched across his mangled and weather torn face.