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Lakota language Vocab. Onsila - poor thing Oyate - Nation Áte – father Tunwicu- Aunt Cinsi – son wiyan wakan – holy woman Father Nation Oyate was a proud nation; a child of the land that watched over his people for as long as he could remember. Generation after generation undisrupted, some say it was over 10,000 years before something miraculous happened. When news that another child of the land had been born Oyate was curious. The chance to have another like himself by his side was an interesting idea, but nothing like this had ever happened before. A child born of the land, Oyate's land, he wondered what this mea

Born Free Chapter 19 Alfred Ivan RusAme On the Road Again Ivan searched for the better part of an hour and still found no sign of Alfred.  He began to mutter a long string of very foul words under his breath that grew steadily louder each passing moment as his frustration neared its peak. He felt the telltale vibration in his pocket he knew without looking who it was, reluctantly he answered the phone to a grim sounding Gilbert on the other end, “They’ve made it to the old hideout. We need to move soon.” Ivan’s sucked in a breath, that was not what he needed to hear right now, “Well we both knew it was only a

Ivan searched the empty streets for hours; he was just about to give up when he finally found who he was looking for. He walked over and stood behind Alfred silently,  unsure of what to do next.   Alfred  didn't notice Ivan as he sat on the beach and stared out at the vast sea before him. He left the meeting early to go clear his head. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the thoughts of a certain Russian nation out of his mind. Was he imagining the lingering looks Ivan had been giving him lately? Just the thought of Ivan returning his feelings thrilled him and made his heart race. Yes, it had to be his imagination, Alfred assur

Exhausted and battered from his encounter with his demon Alfred slept. It wasn't long before he began to dream again, but this time he was ready for it. He found himself staring at a bloody mess of a familiar winged figure sitting on the ground before him. "So you're called Beur, right?" He asked quietly. Alfred's encounter with this creature had given him insight to something he had never expected. He witnessed the torment of a creature yearning for freedom, desperate to throw off the bonds that oppressed it and the rest of it's kin. Alfred knew was too late to go back, he had seen the true core of this creature and he had synchronized wit

After counting the ceiling tiles 42 times Alfred found himself still wide awake, mainly because he wasn't looking forward to falling asleep again. After he and England had managed to switch back into their own bodies, the demon scars returned with a vengeance. Alfred toyed with the idea of telling England just how bad they had gotten, but the thought of how England would react stopped him every time. The problem was, not only were the scars worse, they felt as if they were starting to take on a life of their own. And to his dismay, he was now hearing voices in his head that were steadily growing louder ever day. They seemed to gnaw on the ed