Most people are afraid of either wolves or wolfdogs, but not me or my pit bulls. In fact, we have two wolfdogs at the dog park who are our BFFs. One is a large female who was bigger than either of my pit bulls. She was an unnaturally beautiful German Shepherd mix with a graceful walk and serene demeanor. Her owners named her after Arya Stark from Game of Thrones. My pit bulls were head-over-heels in love with her and flirted with her obsessively. They even ran together from one side of the park to the other, but she always left my pit bulls in the dust. The other wolfdog we see more often and he was just as beautiful as Arya. His name is Odin after the Viking god and All-Father. Odin is just as big as Arya except he is white as snow with golden amber eyes that are filled with ancient wisdom and spirit. Odin loves getting attention and he wrestles with my pit bulls all the time while also being a referee when other dogs are playing. One time I was sweet talking Odin while hugging him and he got so excited that he jumped up to kiss me and ended up squishing his nose against mine. I got into a sneezing fit for an hour. Overall, my pit bulls and I love wolfdogs with complete passion and we look forward to seeing our BFFs on our next visit to the park.


For two decades I stood with pride.

With time by my side I grew towards the heavens.

Now I tower over my master’s home.

My roots reach deep into the earth’s womb

for one day this spot will be my grave.


I might live a century or more

with only the ground’s flesh as my door.

Looking up, I become enthralled by the sun’s light,

which I will cherish until my time is done.


The wind howls and birds sing through my branches.

My roots can taste the moistness of the soil.

As I loom over the house, I can see the vast world.

I can barely feel the elements while coated in my thick bark.


Because I am trapped in one place

I am lonely and without a companion.

The larger I grow, the more I tire

I cannot wait for when I retire.

For two decades I stood with pride.


Once upon a midnight dreary, I flew into

a madman’s chamber and perched on top

of his door like an ancient statue.

I found the stranger to be a tedious little man

with a broken mind and shaky will.


Over and over this lunatic ranted to my face

and every time, my answer was “Nevermore.”

I grew bored of listening to the idiot’s irritating

voice and repeatedly said “Nevermore” to silence

him, but to no avail.


As the scent of the air grew denser, I could feel my

dark feathers ruffled while the strange man shrieked

at apparitions that were not there. While watching

the unfortunate soul rave, I could still taste the

blood of my last meal in my sharpened beak.


Finally, the madman collapsed limply before me

and my all-consuming shadow washed over him

like an angel of death. With my essence devouring

the wretch’s soul, his spirit would remain restless

and be lifted . . . Nevermore!


From the ore of the earth was I born.

The fires of the forge shaped me.

I was crafted by the hands of an artist.

I began as a weapon of war and death.

Now, I was presented as art for others to admire.


My master looked at me with deep attachment.

For I was a symbol of his rich heritage.

His ancestors used me to unite kingdoms and defy empires.

Perhaps my master sees me as a window into the past.


I existed in many forms across many centuries.

For every nation gave me a variety of names.

An obsidian blade glistened like a mirror in the light.

Ruby eyes adorned my gilded crossguard.

A beast’s polished ivory shaped my hilt.

My golden pommel had a single crimson star.


Now, I rested in my master’s garage.

Free am I from the horrors of war.

The atmosphere was peaceful and time was my friend.

Years eroded my shell as my soul was slowly liberated.

That was the life of the blade forged by man.

From the ore of the earth was I born.



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This is the False President after he refused to be interviewed by Robert Mueller. At first, Donald Trump said he would allow being interviewed, but now he has gone back on his word and chickened out. His cowardice implies that he is guilty of collusion because if he was truly innocent then he would take the interview without complaint. However, it looks like he knows Mueller can and will crack him like an egg if he was interviewed. I say if he wants to prove once and for all that there was no collusion then he should take the interview while he still can. If not, then his future blunders will give him even more humiliation to deal with.


In Numen the Slayer, there is a prophecy that is hinted throughout the story. After the devastation of the Dark Death plague, the last of the Druids foretold the coming of a Golden Age that would be brought upon by a “golden beast”. When this “Golden Age” will come and what the “golden beast” symbolizes is unknown, but it will serve as a theme in throughout the trilogy. What do you think is the “Golden Age” and the “golden beast” that will bring it? Share your thoughts.


Scandinavia: 358,325 sq miles
Plantagenet Empire: 250,796 sq miles
Frankish Empire: 463,300 sq miles
Japanese Empire: 766,000 sq miles
Moghal Empire: 1,269,000 sq miles
Holy Roman Empire: 2,500,000 sq miles
German Empire: 208,826 sq miles
First French Empire: 332,048 sq miles
Austrian Empire: 263,216 sq miles

Add all those square miles and you get the Empire of Gradaia in Numen the Slayer: 6,411,511 sq miles! That is almost twice as big as the United States!


Something has always interested me about the possible storylines of Game of Thrones. I often wonder how Jon Snow’s life could have been if he was raised by Ser Arthur Dayne instead of Ned Stark. What if Ser Arthur and his fellow Kingsguard slew Ned Stark and his companions at the Tower of Joy instead of the other way around? Jon Snow may have only been a newborn infant at the time, but he was still Ser Arthur’s king and like a true Kingsguard Ser Arthur defended his king until the bitter end. However, if Ser Arthur raised Jon Snow instead of Ned Stark, I can imagine their relationship to be very complicated. Jon Snow would be Ser Arthur’s adoptive son and the very king he is sworn to defend at all costs at the same time. Also, I can imagine Jon Snow being a much more formidable warrior than he already is because he would be trained by the Sword of the Morning himself. As the greatest and most legendary knight who ever lived, Ser Arthur would have a tremendous amount of influence across Westeros. Would Ser Arthur take Jon Snow to Essos with Viserys, Daenerys, and Young Griff or would he keep him in Dorne to be raised incognito until the time was right to retake the Iron Throne? I really am interested in this scenario. What do you think?