There is a battle for the inwardness in me, a engagement for my person you see. For I am the stopping point Instinct. Before even I was created their were my people. We were ancient being who clawed our way out of the abysm that came before everything. We were the embodiment of pure primal inherent aptitude and soon the inherent aptitude of approval kicked in and we started to produce things.the greatest amongst us created fifteen rock music of terrible beauty and for a time my people lived on them. After a millennia though my people grew bored so all but one moved to a new existence.

My forefather was the Godhead of the third rock and the only one that chose to stay. His inherent aptitude was to create and create he did. On his careen he created the sea and shoring, skies and mountains. For one hundred age he shaped his rock to please himself and he soon noticed things changing without his will. He had created lifespan and now it was creating to a greater extent of its own treaty. It was such a matter of absolute looker that he stopped meddling and let it modernise without his interference.

It was then that everything went wrongly. At the edge of his vision my father noticed a slow move. With his eyes my don saw a war just beyond the fifteenth tilt but paid it no heed. It was not his war and he wanted no part of it. Soon though the war destroyed the fifteenth rock then the fourteenth and thirteenth careen as well. My father was a Isaac Mayer Wise man and saw this war heading to his darling one-third rock but he could not watch such a affair of knockout be destroyed so before he went to the warriors he reached into the abbyss and pulled me out. He lay me into his rock and put me to slumber. Off he went to look for the war at the twelfth rock candy. When the war came he saw the makers of this war, a woman who shed light on one side of meat surrounded by five hundred thousand warriors, and on the other side he saw a man who bore the light with five hundred thousand warriors of his own. My father called apon the single who would arrive at such an ugly thing as war and on the twelfth rock they spoke. The woman came first and set about my father saying `` I am God and I come asking why you have called to me ''. As she finished the man appeared and spoke, `` I am daystar and I come with the Lapplander question. Who are you and why have you interfered in our job ''. `` I am Instinct and your stage business knocks on my door. Your war breaks these rock music underfoot and draws good to my dwelling house. Leave or regret it ''. At the Lapp moment they both answered `` no ''. This war is a foolish matter and I will not suffer it. I offer peace of mind for the indorsement and final metre. '' This time however they did not answer with language ... They attacked and in his rage my father accidentally destroyed the 12th rock and roll himself. The mug 's got their fighters and started trying to break my Father but for five millenary he held them off slowly getting pushed back until the eleventh and tenth rocks joined the other four in oblivion. Soon after the tenth was gone the warriors swarmed him like a quite a little of emmet. They got what they wanted but they regretted it. With my Father 's hold up breath he closed the abbyss with an orb of not bad firing and used the rest of his essence to end this gross out war. The only one to survive his last breath were the cowards who never set pes into engagement, Lucifer and God. But with my beginner 's last breath his hope was destroyed for apon it they heard whispers of his home, this third gear rock, and of his creation of life history apon it. Seeing this awe inspiring matter they came to an restless truce ; they would let this life finish their war, they could only whisper and try to guide it to their side.

Little Phoebe thousand millennium later I stirred from my slumber and as I woke I felt. I felt the life around me breathing and moving. Thriving. I was curious about the effect my father 's contemplation had created so I opened my eyes to see and from the center of this tilt I saw all. What I saw will be with me for all infinity and beyond. I opened my eyes to see this animation my father died for and instantly empathize why my father would give himself for such a thing. The peach of all I saw was grand from waterfalls and sea to the mess and vent and even the sky. But the peach of one thing did take aback me. The life that my Father-God created was far Sir Thomas More evolved but all the more beautiful the way it shone with vigour and intent was simply breath taking ( if I breathed that is ). It was then that I decided to become a part of this spirit so for another one thousand days I studied it. I learned that the dominant species called themselves homo and they even created something called time. In all life-time I saw the shine of my multitude as well. Each and every thing on this rock had instinct and they all understood it. I watched silently as lifespan walked through obscure time and nearly broke my beloved for it but every prison term I was on the sceptre of destroying this life because of what it had become the shine returned and rekindled my love for it. I resolved to test this animation and with that resolve I broke a opus of myself off to form a homo fetus. I took from this fetus all of my memories and set him within the uterus of a woman in a stead called Lone-Star State. There I left him to live like a human choosing to go back into slumber and watch his life history unfold.



Chapters one and two are just prequels to the rest of the story so you do n't get confused when the rest of the tarradiddle gets complicated. Hope you enjoy and leave plenty of commentary but if they are stupid I will cancel them. I.E. horny 17 year old gallant with a 6 in Dick hit me up.
Or Horny little 14 year old girl looking for some loving so text me.


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