Pucas is ~~~

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are aloof, mysterious, and distant. People feel like they really don't know the true you... Yet they're still drawn to you, almost by magnetic force. Underneath it all, you don't even really feel like you know yourself. It's easier to put on a front than really think about your life's purpose. You tend to seem pretentious, but it's just a mechanism you use to push people away.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

Harrod Gazaneab and the nose marchers

the old man sitting, sitting on the floor
the news boy running, running to the door
the grand nose marching, marching to the war
the sad child walking, walking as a chore
the angered finch swearing, swearing at the whore
the dieying crow crowing, a sharp and rasping craw

the churned up guts are splattered, on the party floor, our nose is bloody the finch is muddy and the garnish reminds of gore. the soy plays on its trumpet flute, a song of fancy four, in the silent murky mist the old man is no more.

angered lorses, lost their berds,
gone to the chapel feast
lit fire to the herds
eating up the mans old tail, a sand of clammy hairs

happy go lucky salmon brook, chopping on his loaf. began to sing he did, to the old carron bead.
the bead of course replied not, as a carron bead does. and Salmon sat, to observe his quiet carron feind below. "why speaketh you not, foul window of feeth."
"carron, carron, carron bead beeth."
"now speaketh you crazed, and unfathomed words."
"doth hoisten me up, i hunger for burds."
"sand widdows of Gazaneab, you poor muddled fool."
"doth hoisten me up, i hunger for burds."

Bernard Finch and his Trembling Nose

Bernard was young once, and claimed many the garden beeth. But now he is old, and has no teeth. The sand of his waters wades with time, and the clock of life has thus struck nine.
"tis gettin' late on the lonely waters" wandered him to his self "they aught to rechurn some tassles, of garrenshires qually"
"the sand is creepying "cried the unsustained nose, whose feet did seem to tremble.
"tis always assumptions, and never rebutes," Bernard claimed "your shawing is weaker than the rest of the garden!"
the nose doth tremble at this moment
"now i shall slay you foul beast!"
Bernard has thus sent his foot towards the nose and sent it to the padges of soy.
"i merely claimed the sand of north cometh east to the beards, you see not the fathoms in which i pierce!"
but bernard would not listen
"you question my authority to holster the birds, my little nose your curry was stirred!"
"stirred may it be, it taste of tree"
"and tree shall you have, at such a late time, a food from another would make you far too active"
and so they slept in the late of the night, though they did not realise their true song had in fact returned the sand to its place of rest, and they were stuck on the island again in their sleep, to wake again and the nose to tremble and bernard to anger. finches are cool

The sand warriors of Bel-Seledas [Chapter 3]

It was a cold night in Bel-Seledas, but the gate watcher sat, enflamed, but calm. The night never brought war, not since the apes took to the sky. He stood with his spear of granite in hand. He saw a glint in the distance, blinked his dark eyes once and saw it approach at terrifying speed. He rang the warning bell and prepared his spear for a battle. What was this approaching, a new weapon of the humans? Soon he saw what it was as it approached. Several Fire demons, flying towards him. He lowered his spear but did not change stance, no fire demon could take to the air like this.
The low churn of the propellor hadalmost lulled Desmond into sleep, when he heard loud cries in the pit, something out of the ordinary had happened, which was unusual. For years there had been a rigid and stale peace between the humans and the Fire demons. Desmond replaced his nightcap with the hardened cap of Tortuk, a symbol of low rank in the HAC, Human Armed Corps. He ran down to the pit to report to the senior officer, and question what had happened.
"several targets spotted, moving quickly through the air,"
"what?"
"the demons have wings, and are now taking to the sky."
"where are they now?"
"i dont know but they seem to have not noticed us, arm the cannons and prepare for battle, we must return to the Wind Master at once to report this."
Desmond moved to the cannon room and began to load and cock the cannons, as he worked he began to wonder, he had never faced battle before, and the demons were disgusting abominations to be feared. What would happen if the humans final refuge was finally defeated? What would become of his own race?
Bel saladas was groggily awakening from a deep slumber, all but the miners had been sleeping, and the town was confused, the warning bell had been rung but no fight had followed. Soon the gates opened and in flew some tired but strong Fire Demons. The duke came to greet them, to discover it was the team of architects that had set out to find new technology to destroy the enemy. The duke took them in, to his nest and spoke.
In his deep, scratching and old voice the duke spoke,
"what have you discovered in those mountains Balandrao?"
Balandrao stood silent his eyes fixed on the duke, slowly he unfolded his wings, now fully formed and capable of carrying more than 10 Fire demons.
The duke sat, quietly, stewing over the information.
"you mean to tell me the finch of Nardas has invoked you?"
"Aye"
"and how may we give this gift to the other warriors?"
Balandrao took a peice of growing soy from his own body, cracked the burnt outer shell and threw it on the table for the duke. "consume it and he returns to us."
The duke took the sprig and consumed, at first their was only slight difference, his body began to tremble, then suddenly his eyes shot wide open and he growled loudly. His wings shot open at full length. The duke stood there in silence for a few minutes and then said to the architects, "you have completed your quest, and have opened the gates of destruction for the humans,"
the duke folded his wings slowly, ", may their future crumple in the the flames of our fury."
-three weeks later-
Desmond, now captain of his own, fully armed gunship was circling the airspace above the apparent location of Bel - Seledas. His cannoneers, ready for any battle stood ready. Desmond cleaned the rims of his goggles, and fixed his Hardened Captain's Cap. "he turned to the edge of the ship and peered out, he thought to himself "things have been quiet ever since those demon sightings, im beginning to wonder whether the Master is doing the right thing, and whether Captain Gleamus was just seeing things in his tired state. Either way we have orders, questioning them will only get me into trouble." Desmond remained leaning over the bow for a few more moments, but soon straightened, in the distance was a glint of light, of flame. Desmond called to the cannoneers, "Prepare yourselves! Sight on starboard, keep your eyes open!"

The Fire demons had spotted the circling Galleon in their airspace and had decided to try out their new abilities. One demon was sent to the distance, to catch the galleon's attention, once they moved towards it for the kill, the remaining warriors would approach from below and engulf the ship, killing all inside.

Desmond took out his rifle and spyglass, and attached the two. He watched over the demon from his distant spot, it seemed to be spasming. "Get closer to the target!"
Navigator Sewell changed course and headed towards the far away demon. Desmond saw as he got closer not a spasming beast, but a laughing one, it seemed to know he was watching and pointed at him. At first Desmond was confused, but later he realised that it was pointing behind him. Desmond Turned to watch the shit become engulfed in flames, and suddenly all dissapeared, as his head was claimed by one of the Fire Demons.

Below in Bel Seledas, most of the population had their inner finch awakened, the duke stood with his dark staff, on the highest point of the fortress and watched the ship above become destroyed. The duke stood and began to laugh, then cackle.
"Look to the sky my children," he coughed hoarsley ",our first victory against the apes, their fate is sealed!" And with that the duke raised his arms to the sky and summoned a sand pyre, engulfed in flame, to signify the defeat of humanity.

The Fire Demons and the taming of the Mountains within [Chapter 2]

For a decade some degree of peace between the Humans and the Fire Demons, the next stage of the Sand Warriors. The Humans harvested rare minerals from the clouds in Air farms as the Fire Demons remained anchored to the restrictions of land, primarily their fortress of Bel-Seledas. They were studying the mountains. Although they were made of land materials, they feared the mountains, they revered them as gods. But one day a young Fire Demon named Balandrao son of Grandao decided it was time to act. He led a team of archaeologists to the mountains and began the descent upwards. For Nine Months they explored the mountain range, when they decided to turn back they were approached by an elderly asian man named
Kung-Hwei who lived in a cave. He sat them down around a large fire as they enjoyed a large broth made of salamander leaves and coats of badger aswell as an unknown secret ingredient. The old man smiled to himself and sang a song aloud to his guests;

Ah fickle thee wise men 3
rain on the cereal tender to
the cheeks of a child
for oats and berries do not sway
the land mass of old
or the childrens dismay
a goat so old
does not sleep
but watches the moonlight
his wood rearranged
like clams in a stove
bleating a cry
he dies

The travellers were utterly excited by the rhyme the old man uttered. They came to realise the secret ingredient within the broth was in fact, the plant of the ancients; Soy. With this coming realisation they became more then what they were, they had been blessed with the Finch within each one of them.
'Alas!' Balandrao exclaimed
'I have felt the finch within me all my life, now with with this knowledge hatched we can take the fight against the Wind Master and the Humans by building Wind craft of our own.'
'Yes' replied Jarktoff
As they flew back to Bel-Seledas to introduce Soy to its citizens the old man stood in his doorway with a glow in his eye, he laughed to himself with a smile and raised a glass of his own breast milk to his pursed lips and drank. Then rhymed to himself;

Be not a crab
but the lobster of old
the finches of farthington
have no reason to gloat
there feathers red and brown
and tassled with gold
have but no finger
to call their own.

The sand warriors of Bel-Seledas [Chapter 1]

A thousand and 5 days before the rise of man a horde of Sand Warriors dwelled in the deserts of Arabia. These warriors were not plant mineral or animal, but a mixture of all three. They were manifestations of soy plants, finches and sand. They roamed the sands in pairs or threes hunting for unwary pigs. After years or reign over the world the sand warriors soon had a new foe, humans. The humans had risen out of the sea beginning as small lizards, and had soon become man. The sand warriors disliked the humans and found it impossible to deal with such creatures. Soon a great war began between the races and the humans were on the brink of destruction. The Sand warriors had fought valiantly, and were fewer in number than the humans, though what they lacked in numbers they made up for in skill. The sand warriors had millenia of experience in battle against boars, similar to humans, and could easily defeat the unarmed beasts with their bare tentacles. Until one day the humans began to develop weapons from the trees. They tore down the trees, close relatives to the sand warriors, and turned them into sharpened spoon like spears. The sand warriors found it difficult to attack the humans from such a distance and had to develop weapons of their own. Because of their brute strength the sand warriors hurled large bundles of leaves at the humans, taking them down from extreme distances.

The Humans became afraid of the sand warriors and took to hiding in the trees, and leave the battles to try and develop new weapons to use against the sand warriors. The sand warriors too were awaiting the return of the humans and started creating new weapons to fight against the humans. The humans began to manufacture swords from the wood, without access to the ground they could not claim much metal. They began to fashion armor from their trees, and camouflage from the leaves. The soy warriors began to train large beasts, and summon sand-monsters from their deserts. Humans, without much power to use the arcane, failed to strike bck at the sand warriors, and many times were wiped out in large groups by a single sand warrior in control of sand minions.

This was until from the sky above descended a half human-half eagle, he was not known well by the humans except that he could control wind and was more physically powerful than any man. He was named the wind master, the sand warriors however knew him well and had been for many years, mortal enemies with him. The tide of the battle began to turn and the wind master lead the humans into many victorious battles against the scattered sand warriors. The sand warriors retreated back into their fortress in the desert, called Bel-Saladas, and summoned their leader, the giant fire lizard of Napes. The fire lizard was submurged from the depths of the fortress and was informed by the sand warriors of the great battle they faced. The lizard returned to the depths to reappear with an army of fire-minions. The walls of the fortress being harrowed by the humans and their wind-god were soon to be falling, when out of the front soy-gate charged the lizard and his minions, englulfing the humans in flame. The humans fell that day, the remains of the battle a charred earth and smoking corpses. The humans had to retreat and consolidate their god, if they were to destroy these sand warriors and become rulers of the earth. The sand warriors now claiming more of their land, effortlessly from the humans, began to rise in power, merging with the fire minions, into abominations. The sand warriors now called them selves fire demons, and charred the earth with their steps. The humans had grown to fear the sight of them. But the fire demons had opened up a new weakness, water. The humans began to dwell on bodies of water, in boats and large underwater cities. The fire demons finding it hard to attack the humans, even before the fire their sand - bodies made it difficult to move through water. The demons began to use their control of nature over other plants and began to use the trees to either dry out bodies of water or to entangle their roots upon dwellings in the waters. Sinking the humans, who still required oxygen. The humans had no idea how to fight, until they created the blimp. With their wind god, the Humans now ruled the sky, and not even the fire demons could manage to reach them, the time came for another stage of evolution, so the fire demons looked to the mountains.

Its been a while but im back

ok well heres a few reasons why i havent been posting lately
firstly i fucked up my operating system once, that required reinstallation but i kept my stuff
secondly i install flyff, run, error, manual reset which was accompanied by full hdd wipe
thirdly this is the first day ive actually sat in front of the computerr too bored to do anything else

haha so heres a post
i dunno if i shud just make a story
ok ill just make one since u insist mr clam slapper

one day in Simon Hunterback's berry feild three small gnomes dug their way out of the earth. One gnome was called Ferburt. The gnomes had a small villa in the outer suburbs that they usually lived in, but then they stopped, they decided to live in the ground. In fact it seems to be Ferburt's fault that they have surfaced, it was his turn to dig and drag the cart. Now he has dug into the surface and has emerged into a large field of berries. The other gnomes seem annoyed, awoken from their slumber by fresh air and berries, they turn to Ferburt, "why are we in a feild of berries Ferburt?"
"i am not quite sure friend but what should i do?"
"hassle the quale master, he has the canned trees."
"ah yes, how could i forget"
Ferburt began digging again, and so the gnomes embarked on their tunnel adventure once again, Ferburt diggin, and the other two sitting in the cart drinking Milk. Ferburt was digging one day and found an empty cavern, with his soy torch he looked around the cavern to discover hand sized stamps hanging from the roof like bats, flying around to walls looking for grubs to eat.
Ferburt took out his shot-rifle and fired some shots at the stamps, one stamp was hit and was instantly set alight. The other stamps stopped with their behaviour and turned to this source of light that was attacking them. The stamps charged the gnomes, teeth bared. The gnomes took out their spoons and began beating at the stamps, the stamps screaming in pain, invigorated the gnomes and they began thrashing wildly at the stamps, with all their might and fury the gnomes defeated the stamps. They now inhabit their caverns, all old and wrinkley those gnomes with untold power and wisdom. Noone to this day has found them and noone ever will the end.