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  • #1
    Bob Marley
    “You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.”
    Bob Marley

  • #2
    J.M. Barrie
    “All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”
    J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

  • #3
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Yes, I lose my mind each week, but it's ok, I get visitation rights on weekends.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue

  • #4
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Their love was not just a spark; it was a slow burn, fueled by stolen kisses under the Louisiana moon, a defiance of expectations that bound them together, a testament to the power of two souls destined to be together, even against all odds.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #5
    “Now comes the fun part. The ingredients. We need star anise for clarity, bloodroot for connection to the Earth, and...ah, yes. A single black feather from a raven. Findin' that in New Orleans is like findin' a honest politician, but that’s what makes it potent.”
    High Priestess, Marisol

  • #6
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “This swamp, Elara, it murmurs secrets. You must simply écouter- listen closely. The ley lines converge here, but that's not all. The legend…une belle histoire, a beautiful story, of Aradia, the Moon Goddess, and Kealen, the first of our kind, echoes within these very trees. They say they loved each other deeply, their spirits entwined like the roots beneath our feet." He paused, allowing the weight of the story to settle. "But a sorcerer, consumed by jealousy and steeped in black magick, cursed them. He tore Aradia from Kealen's arms, banishing her to the lonely orbit of the moon, her light forever out of reach. And Kealen...he was bound to the form of the wolf, forever yearning for his lost love.
    Declan”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #7
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Reacting instantly, with a speed born of ingrained instinct and protective love, Declan felt the familiar surge of power coursing through his veins. Skin rippled, bones shifted, and in the blink of an eye, he stood as a magnificent black wolf, fur the color of midnight absorbing the faint light. He lowered his head, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and faced the attacker. He was a shield, a wall of muscle and teeth, ready to defend himself and Elara from the deranged Rougarou, whatever dark force had twisted it into this horrifying parody of its former self. The air crackled with tension, the calm of the bayou replaced by the imminent threat of a brutal and desperate fight.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #8
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Imelda held out the nightshade. "This plant is both poisonous and medicinal. It can bring death with a touch, and healing when used with knowledge. Every person, like this nightshade, is comme ci, comme ça, like this, like that. Good, bad, poison, remedy. The world isn't divided into heroes and villains, but a spectrum of choices. Learn to discern who wields their poisonous nature, who uses darkness to inflict pain. And more importantly," she softened her voice, "learn to recognize who offers healing, who nurtures, even when carrying shadows.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #9
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Perhaps. But your path is not hers. Choose, Elara, between duty and love. And remember this: sometimes, the greatest act of duty is to follow your heart, even when it leads you into the shadows, Petite-fille.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #10
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Elara gently took Declan's hands, her gaze locking onto the warmth in his brown eyes. "Declan," she began, her voice soft but firm, "Je promets- I promise to love you with the strength of my magick, a force as wild and untamed as the bayou itself. I will guide you with the wisdom of my ancêtres- the old ones who watch over us, their spirits woven into the very fabric of our heritage. And mon loup, I promise to warm you with the fire of my âme- my very soul, a flame that will burn for you toujours- always and forever.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #11
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Declan's voice, thick with emotion, tightened as his hands found Elara's. He cleared his throat, the sound raspy with feeling. "Mon sorcière," he began, his eyes locking with hers, "Je promets- I promise to love you with the loyalty of ma meute- my pack. To cherish you with the tenderness in mon cœur- my heart… it beats only for you, Ma Sorcière. And I swear to protect you with every fiber of my being, jusqu'à mon dernier souffle- until my last breath. 'Cause you're more précieux- precious to me than the bayou itself.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #12
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “A wave of dizziness washed over them as their vision blurred, the world around them twisting into a kaleidoscope of colors. The trees swayed, leaves rustling in a symphony that only they could hear, a ballad to their intertwined fate. An ancient power stirred within them, a force that whispered of destinies woven together, of a future where wolf and witch would stand as one, protectors of a balance only they understood. Their eyes, no longer solely Declan's or Elara's, held a mesmerizing depth. Light caught the swirling pigments, illuminating fleeting sparks of turquoise within the brown and flashes of amber in the blue-green. They were windows to a shared soul, a fusion of personalities, where Declan's grounded warmth tempered Elara's restless spirit, and her vibrant energy sparked within his steady gaze. A silent story unfolded in their depths, one of merging destinies and intertwined lives, a captivating tapestry woven from their individual hues like a celestial galaxy in space, with both colors entwined.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #13
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “The night was a canvas of deep indigo, painted with a smattering of stars that twinkled like distant whispers of approval. The bright full moon, a celestial pearl, ascended in the night sky, its light bathing the world below in an ethereal glow. In the heart of the Louisiana bayou, a place steeped in ancient lore and hidden secrets, the air hummed with anticipation and hope. Strings of enchanted lights, meticulously woven with supple willow branches and glowing moss, draped artfully from the ancient oaks, their gnarled limbs reaching skyward like supplicating arms. The lights cast an ethereal, golden glow upon the scene, transforming the clearing into a faerie realm.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #14
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Luna, a figure sculpted from the very heart of the Louisiana bayou, stood as the focal point of the glade. Her existence seemed interwoven with the very fabric of the swamp, a living embodiment of its mysteries and resilience. Her deep eyes, pools of ancient knowledge that seemed to hold the secrets of generations past, pierced through the assembled gathering, reading the intentions and desires etched on each face. Nothing could be hidden from Luna; she saw through facades and touched the raw, untamed truth within each soul. Tonight, she was dressed to honor the union of Elara and Declan, a sacred duty held with the utmost reverence. Her indigo dress, hand-dyed with pigments extracted from the swamp flora and adorned with symbolic beadwork depicting the creatures of the swamp - the watchful alligators, the nimble herons, the elusive panthers - spoke of her heritage and her sacred role as a conduit between the human and spirit realms. The intricate patterns were more than mere decoration; they were a visual prayer, a testament to the delicate balance of life within the bayou's embrace.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #15
    Alexis Marie LaRue
    “Elara's voice, tight with desperation, cracked as she confided, "I'm trying to balance it all, sœur de mon cœur" [ sister of my heart]. The endearment, a subconscious plea, hung in the air – a lifeline tossed in hopes of finding understanding. "The coven, Declan... Ma Déesse- My Goddess, I don't want to choose, non, and I honestly don't know if I can, you see." She wrung her hands. "It's like... like trying to hold the moon and the bayou in the same hands, tu comprends- you understand? Both are so deeply a part of me, hein? Ingrained in who I am, woven into the tapestry of my soul. The coven is my heritage, my family, my duty. Mais Declan... Declan il est mon autre moitié.” [he is my other half] Her voice broke again. "I simply cannot bring myself to let either one go – it would be like tearing myself in half, mon ami.”
    Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

  • #16
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #17
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #18
    We accept the love we think we deserve.
    “We accept the love we think we deserve.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #19
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “Without music, life would be a mistake.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

  • #20
    Mahatma Gandhi
    “It's the action, not the fruit of the action, that's important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your power, may not be in your time, that there'll be any fruit. But that doesn't mean you stop doing the right thing. You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no result.”
    Mahatma Gandhi



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