Alpha Tactics: Chapter 00 - 01Alpha Tactics: Chapter 00 - 017 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rating: Mature (eventually)
Genre(s) : Fantasy, Yaoi
Pairing(s) : Valko and Reynard (possibly others later...)
Warnings: Violence, Slavery, eventually sex, and possibly other things...
The sharp crack of the fighters leg breaking was drowned out by the bloodthirsty cheers of the crowd that surrounded the fighting ring. Scores of humans coming to watch the bloody battle of life and death played out exclusively for their entertainment.
From a distance the fighter might almost have passed for a human himself; a lean male figure with pale skin and shaggy blond hair. But even from a distance the round furry ears and long slender tail gave him away for what he truly was; a hybrid, a strange mix of man and animal. From closer up the differences became even more distinct. Yellowish discoloration and black cheetah spots painted its way in patches over his skin, sharp claws, fangs, and luminous golden eyes that were anything but human.
The crowd watc
Freak on a leashFreak out to a scrounging tuneFreak on a leash7 years ago in Other More Like This
Pumping blood and full moon
As talk obliged from those who swoom
Awaiting an expected doom
But no, we're here
No end is near
A heart bleeds me
Amongst a cooling wind
Amid a pale draft
Yield the imaginary lane
Leads to no where
No place, no care
Why go there?
Because it's all the same
No-thing to name or blame or tame...
You, a chaotic cringe of a being
Step up and say you love me
Step up and say you care
As I merge through your blank stare
Measure a TreasureKagome wondered what prompted the lyrics from an American Christmas special, and an old one at that, to suddenly pop into her head. Why would she be thinking about something from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer at the end of summer? She smiled as she looked at InuYasha talking quietly to his brother. Silver and gold, that must be why, she thought to herself. Hair that was various shades of white and silver blew gently with the breeze, framing faces that contained eyes the color of molten gold. They really are like a treasure. There is no way to measure their worth. InuYasha means the world to me. I knew I could not be happy if I were not by his side. Id choose him over any fortune. It would not matter how wealthy I was without him to protect me and love me. That was why the well reopened and allowed us to be together again.Measure a Treasure7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young miko studied the impassive face of the older, taller sibling. She wasnt
A+C chapter 2Chapter two: Getting straightA+C chapter 27 years ago in Humor More Like This
Camael hadnt even realized they had reached the car as he went over some of the things he had said in the past to his partner. He recalled when they first met or rather when he was suspended and told he would be working on earth with a partner until his attitude improved. Of course how could any of them have understood what he had felt after the Holymassis? He felt betrayed and paranoid of the few remaining Princi and with good reason. He was angry, so very angry; being that he was of the lower Step he could feel a wider variety of emotions than the higher Step, like Seraphim who could only comprehend perfect love.
The moment they brought Apolon to him, he was infuriated. He could not believe they would partner him with a Princi after what he had been through. He had been the one to banish them, the one who sent his brothers and sisters out to battle against the onslaught of fallen warriors. The anger he felt frightened him then and it still did. It
Alpha Tactics: Chapter 02Alpha Tactics: Chapter 027 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rating: Mature (eventually)
Genre(s): Fantasy, Yaoi
Warnings: Violence, Slavery, eventually sex, and possibly other things...
The opening Birthday Ceremony was always such a boring affair. And Prince Reynard was quickly loosing patience with the entire long painful process.
It seemed that no matter how many hands he shook or how many ambassadors he greeted that there were always 20 more waiting to bombard him with fake pleasantries and dull, unimportant conversation. And none of them had anything more interesting to say than the one before.
Only years of strict social training managed to keep the blond prince from ordering the whole lot of them tossed out of the castle so that he might be saved from an evening of power plays veiled in polite dry socializing. The thought was so terribly tempting, though.
Sometimes Reynard really hated the position he was born into. Given the choice, he would much rather have spent his birthday
Brutaka's Game: Ch 2Brutaka's Game: Ch 2Brutaka's Game: Ch 25 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jaller marched on top the village wall, keeping watch for any threats, when something along the trail caught his attention. It was Tahu, Gali, Pohatu and Takanuva racing down the trail with Lewa in their arms. He turned to a guard and ordered him to open the gate.
The Toa ran through and passed dozen of makeshift huts on their way to Tahu’s. Tahu pushed the draped door aside and helped place his brother on his bed.
"Alright," said Gali "we need to act quick. Let us summon all of our healing powers." Tahu, Pohatu and Takanuva drew out their weapons and placed them on Lewa's chest. They glowed and sent pulses of energy through his body. With a wave of her hand she ordered them to stop. As they put their weapons away, Gali summoned her powers. She placed her hands several inches apart with palms facing each other. A flash of blue appeared and quickly turned into a gro
Generation 0- Chapter 4 pt 3Generation 0- Chapter 4 pt 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Episode 4 - An Xplosive Crisis - Part 3
The Tahu-shaped K.P.B managed to hear Furno's cry for help and suddenly shoots out a massive red beam out of the Factory, much to Zib's surprise.
"What in the 5th moon of Jupiter!?" Before he knew it, the beam bolted straight through the invisible field surrounding Makuhero city and blasting directly out to sea. The beam shot directly into the ceiling of the oil-rig and dropped down in the way of Xplode's path, shielding Sarah from harm. Her eyes widened with surprise as this massive red shield appeared out of nowhere. Furno averted his optics, since the flash combined with Xplode's blast was so bright.
"WHAT!?!?" Xplode exlaimed through rage. "This is impossible!!!" After shielding her eyes for a few seconds, she looked up and could distinctly see an armoured red figure standing right in the centre of the shield. She couldn't confirm who it was for certain, but just in case, she whispered:
"Tahu?...." The red being looked at her with an arched e
Brutaka's Game: Ch 5Brutaka’s Game CH. 5Brutaka's Game: Ch 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He heard it. Takanuva readied his staff and looked around as the loud bangs echoed through the forest. It was very close. If he could just find the source he can finally identify the possible threat. He chose the direction he though it came from and ran.
He ran through thick foliage before tripping on something and landing on his face. He laid there and moaned. When he got on his hands and knees he found himself staring straight into the yellow eyes of a Rahkshi. He screamed and jumped to his feet. He readied his staff of light and was prepared for a fight. The Rahkshi didn't move. He lowered his staff and realized that it was dead. Looking around, he found no sign of a fight or struggle. Then he noticed something in its head. He took a closer look and found a small hole piercing though the head armor and into the Kraata itself.
What the weapon could’ve been was beyond his knowledge. H
Brutaka's Game 2: Ch 16Brutaka's Game 2: Ch 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brutaka’s Game 2: Ch 16
The light rumble could barely be heard by the people inside the cave. But for Xipher it was if he was right next to it. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned. Raising his head, he looked toward the entrance and saw water droplets drip down from the mouth of the cave as the storm began to die down. The soft, patting sound of the rain was soothing enough to lure him back to sleep. But Josh’s loud snoring ruined any chance of that happening.
Unable to go back to sleep he slowly sat up and stretched, then looked down at the sleeping humans, then placed a hand on his side. Only after one night the bruises already showed remarkable progress in healing. It was only one of the few benefits of being a mutated Toa. Another would be to sit next to the Matoran and pretend to sleep, then waiting to see them scream as they believe a monster was sleeping right next to them all night.
The thought of such a devious prank made
Brutaka's Game 2: Ch1Brutaka's Game 2: Ch13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brutaka's Game 2 Ch1
Running as fast as she could, her lungs felt ready to explode. She ran around a corner and past several Ta-Matoran, who looked at her puzzled. Never before had she felt so thrilled, so excited, so-
"Sarah!!" So terrified. She knew she couldn't out run them, but she had to find some way to loose them. It wasn't until she saw Tahu that she had her chance. He saw her and looked surprised.
"Sarah? What in Mata-nui's name are you doing here?"
"Can't talk now. What ever you do, keep them busy. Don't let them get me!!" she yelled, running right pass him.
"Keep who busy?" She ignored him and ran around a corner. A few seconds later he heard a faint, yet familiar voice.
"Sarah, get back here!" He turned around to see two figures running towards him.
"B. J.? Petrik? What are you doing here?" The two stopped and panted.
"Tahu, we're looking for Sarah and Mackenzie. Did you see any of them pass by?" panted B. J.
"Uh... I don't know about Mackenzie, but I did see Sarah pass by.
Blood Ink 9Blood Ink 94 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I awakened as Skye awakened, the curtains of the four-poster bed allowing a bit of sunlight to stream through.
"Good morning, Your Highness," I said softly, unsure if I said it out of obligation, politeness, or friendliness.
He nodded. "Good morning." He glanced at the sheets." "I'll have someone change them. Really, virgin females are so troublesome."
"You started it," I almost snapped. "Do you think it's our fault for the mess during our first time?"
"You're the female, so yes, it's your fault." He chuckled at his cruel joke and got out of bed, not bothering to cover himself. "But, troublesome as it is, you did enjoy it."
I gripped the blankets beneath my palms. "I would've enjoyed it more if it were Varos, not you."
"True." He laughed. "But it doesn't change the fact that you gave yourself to me. Willingly."
My hand whipped out and grabbed the nearest object, which turned out to be my pillow. I threw it at him with all the anger in my body. Childish as it was, I
624 Days and Counting- Ch. 13624 Days and Counting- Ch. 134 years ago in Romance More Like This
Even though the fire went out, the image stuck in my mind. I tried to remain still as the chills racked my body back and forth, throwing me even deeper into panic.
I couldn't get it out of my mind. I kept seeing him opening his mouth, his eyes wide in fear as if he was in danger. He titled his head down a little, and that's when I saw it. What was left of his tongue it was hacked off. Whoever did it tried to cut out most of it as possible- and it was obvious by the sick, mangled mess that it wasn't by someone who cared about his well-being.
It was just endlessly looping.
I began to cry hysterically. I felt so horrible for him. He couldn't even talk; he was stuck with making hand signals. And even then it was difficult. I would've thrown my arms around him if the sight wasn't so terrifying.
I couldn't keep standing anymore. I kneeled down on the ground and bent over, shoving my face into my hands. I didn't even know where I was. I just wanted
Fall From GraceCandles burn, casting haunted shadows on the bare walls of my tomb. Though, I can find no comfort in the silence or solitude of my existence. I walk with demons weighing on my frozen heart - with only dismal memories of life and hope to rescue me from falling away all at once. In the darkness of the soul, I prey on the heavenly essence of those who have yet to live a single life-time. Shrouded by Death's restless wave of vile torment, I seek a path that may lead me to salvation. Never a celestial being, but a fallen prince damned to burn in the guilt of a blasphemous eternity. Forever condemned to wander in the night, and to drink in the emptiness of the dark. Forbidden to gaze again on Apollo's Decent. The only sunset's I may witness dwell in the decaying mirrors of my victims eyes. Blood remains a gift from the Devil - something of an unjust familiarity. A sanguinary resurrection of a beast too wild to tame, too jaded to care. Nevertheless, I accept this unholy chalice, shake his scaFall From Grace5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unite for Freedom Part IIMonster Hunter I: Unite for FreedomUnite for Freedom Part II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Four years later
[Cut to a large town, known as Kimbolo. It is similar to Hisito - the shape and build of the structures and roads and the general layout and design share the same basic design and pattern - except there is much more of it. It reaches much further up the mountainside than Hisito and boasts a much larger area of agriculture. It is South-facing but this does not stop snow from covering the village in a thick blanket.]
[In one room in one hut on the Northern outskirts of the village sleeps a girl. Her name is Vonara. One of the windows to the room has been left open. A kestral swoops in through it and lands on one of the bedposts. It screeches loudly. Vonara stirs in her sleep. The kestral screeches again, then takes off and lands on the pillow next to Vonara. It pecks her head gently. Vonara jerks awake and the kestral flaps backwards screeching.]
[The kestral screeches again as it lands on t
Tabaco y ChannelManuel leía tranquilamente en el living de su hogar, no sin sentir una pequeña opresión en el pecho. Hacia una semana que Martina se había vuelto a Argentina, luego de haber pasado más de un mes junto a él, allí, en su hogar de Santiago.Tabaco y Channel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Un olor a tabaco y chanel me recuerda el olor de su piel..."
Algo lo impulso a cerrar el libro y mirar por la ventana. Llovía y las gotas se pegaban en la ventana. Apenas si se veía hacia afuera, el vidrio estaba empañando y no dejaba ver a través de el. Era una escena deprimente, sobre todo cuando el chileno dejo el libro a un lado y prendió un pucho. Martina le había pegado aquel vicio, junto al de tomar en la noche. Normalmente solo bebía vino al almuerzo, pero ahora también bebía en la noche. Siempre lo mismo: el vino tinto, ella fernet.
" Una mezcla de miel y café me recuerda el sabor de sus besos "
Después de la cena, siempre venia l
EulogyEulogy4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today we gather one another
Here we stand brother, sisters, mother
Everyone accounted even his many a lover
Seldom did you know him
And yet you saw him many days
Dead he was and dead he is; he was never meant to stay
Now you mourn and now you grieve
Even though not a single word did you believe
Sing a sad song or even sing a hymn
Sorry are you now that you never told him
Often he was misunderstood
For many things he did both bad and good
All your love he needed right to the very end
You say you knew him as a friend
On his death bed you swore you'd descend
Under pain of loss
Today you don your rosary cross
He was missed by all a flower was tossed
Lover and hero he was beheld by some
Over one hundred books it would be to hold all that he has done
So many lives he has touched
This we know; he will be missed very, very much
Forgive MeDear Gabrielle,Forgive Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By the time you have read this, I have already told you that you have to let me stay dead and you have respected my wishes. I'm so sorry that I deceived you, but please understand that I had to. Something I did long ago had come back to haunt me once again. Forty thousand souls are trapped because of me. How do I ignore something like that. As much as I love and care about you, I can't ignore this. I have to stand up and be responsible for what I have caused. Long ago this wouldn't have been hard for me at all, but I know you know, that has changed. With every part of me that wants to solve this and be redeemed, there is another part of me that wants to stay here with you.
I have you to live for, but it goes against everything we believe in, if I don't free those souls. I think about how much I need you and want your happiness. I even entertained the idea of ignoring it all and pretending it never happened. I thought maybe I could just walk away from this gods forsaken
slipping into ashes...Congregating under my skin are the transparent appendages that twistslipping into ashes...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
and gnaw at my convulsions of life. They become the silhouettes of my
suffocation, the rotting demons that can only be cleansed by the maggots
that sit and wait for murmured speeches of my despair.
I can scream without sound, but it will not quiet them. I can stroke
the violation that throbs within my walls, that hammers at the storm
that threatens the sanctuary that I have just found, but still i will slip
slowly into nothing.
I cannot allow these viscid layers of my insanity to be enticed into
the beckoning cracks of ghost light, yet there will be no satisfaction in feeding
for tenaciousness. I have become chafed and bruised, naked to the rapist
that has been denied release. That has been imprisoned within the
chastised convent of sweets.
The eidolon is here. Arms open waiting and the sanity that was once a comfort
of loneliness for this dying moon is but now the ashen chips of bones that
Character Profile: ClaireCharacter Profile: Claire4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Claire-Marie De Champs
BIRTH DATE: April 12th
BIRTHPLACE: Beauport, Quebec
OTHER FACIAL FEATURES/OTHER APPEARANCE DETAILS:
-Strong facial structure
DRESS (Style, colors):
Claire's a simple girl. So what not to expect but simple, cute little clothing? I guess you could poke fun and call her a hipster. She enjoys sporting cute little two tone dresses, and the ever popular over sized, off the shoulder t's with some leggings.
DESCRIPTION OF HOMELIFE/BRIEF HISTORY:
As a young child, and of course after birthing her, Claire's mother spent as much time as possible with her beautiful, new baby girl. Growing up in the dim part of Beauport, Quebec, was never always easy, especially when the father so unexpectedly up and left
A+C chapter 4Chapter 4: CaughtA+C chapter 47 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Camille! Oh my God, I cant believe you live next door to my parents, small world huh? How come you never called me back about the date? Stephaney asked as Camael stood in shock. His eyes flew to the house, making sure that Apolon wasnt watching them. Well uh I was so busy, I meant to call you back but you know how life can be. Camael lied but now he would have to give an answer on the date So ? Is it a yes or a no? Stephaney asked cocking her head; she had a lovely smile but not like Apolons
Camael shook his head and tried to pretend he didnt just think that. Yes, I would like that. He said and cleared his throat; his eyes flew to the window again. Awesome. Stephaney said then followed his eyes. what, is your wife watching us or something? She asked suddenly, it brought his attention back to her wicked grin. No I mean, I am no
Poison--A HaibunThe kids cut their hair into a comb-over and their fabric to the latest fashion. Beautiful rebels of plastic boxes and cheap amplifiers, writing poems of false depression. She said that punk eclipsed it all anyway. Emo was the moon taking its rock guitars and holy light from the sun. The scenesters refuse to look into the eyes of the past, afraid of punk kids like me. Easy for her to say when she used to get so high that she couldnt tell the difference. Blue spots before her eyes like pills. Pills those fucking emo kids take when theyre bored. Pills shed pop for her own, probably better, reasons. We were both addicted. Her to her poisons and me to mine her. We were both easing the pain of something. Something those emo kids will never understand.Poison--A Haibun7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fuck suicide poems
She left cause I was straight edge
Drank herself to death
Emo sucks. No one really wants to die. They just want to forget how it feels.