Language of the DinosauroidsComplex communication - of abstract ideas, states of mind, etc, is one of the signifiers of advanced intelligences - and in the dinosauroids, or avisapiens, it is no different. Their languages are as much visual as verbal, and though the verbal aspects change from region to region, the visual language of the body is nearly universal (within species, that is - A. saurotheos and A. borealis, respectively). Avisapiens visual communication is a development of the ancestral proto-dinosauroids visual displays - of dominance, submission, play, fear - that became, over millennia, the cues and modifiers in much more complex communication.Language of the Dinosauroids6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
For example, in A. Borealis, the elongated throat feathers play an essential role in language. When flared during the speaking of a name, the throat feathers connote dominance of the name-bearer. When held during speech, it changes what is being spoken to the imperative tense. A vibrating tail held low shows nervousness and submission - coupled with a bo
DanteXNero: Dante VS Nero +++++++++++++Words+++++++++++++DanteXNero: Dante VS Nero6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You talk too much." Nero said, interrupting the white haired man that was in the middle of telling a series of not so funny jokes. Dante scowled. "And you don't? Who's the one who came to me for help paying his phone bill that he racked up five thousand dollars on bullshitting with Credo and Kyrie? Hm? Oh, that's right! It was you." Nero glared at him. "And who's the one who had a telephone thrown at his head by Trish? Oh, you." Dante shrugged. "She was having a bad day, which as I recall, was because of you." "And who's the one Lady shoots in the head repeatedly? Of course! Her not-so-good-friend-who-never-shuts-up Dante!" The son of Sparda smiled and rolled his eyes. "Lady s
A Skull's Curse .Part 3.A Skull's Curse .Part 3.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aiden stood in the doorway, not believing his eyes. His legs weakened and he fell to his knees. He raised a shaking hand, almost touching the paper, but he didn't; he barely squeaked out her name. When the shock wore off enough for him to move, he rushed to the phone and called 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"M-my girlfriend's been k-kidnapped!"
"What happened sir?"
"I-I don't know! There's just this note... Please send someone...! Anyone!"
"All right, all right, sir, calm down, I'm notifying the police."
Aiden dropped the phone and gripped the counter for support. Why would someone do this...? Bristol hadn't done anything to anyone... Aiden took a shaky breath. He was still stunned but thinking about what might have happened to her; why it was her. He had to do something to save her, but he didn't know what. He began to hear sirens in the distance and he tried to calm down. Aiden was scared for Bristol, more scared than he would have ever been if it was himself that was kidnapped;
Past Tense BluesWasesPast Tense Blues4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So are weres;
And it's the becauses
That make them feel
That much worse.
Hope never diesHopes beat fast as we lookHope never dies8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Onward past the hurt and pain
Pieces of this harsh life stay behind
Efforts to make it better are always worth it
Now we are living in the present
Enjoying life when we can
Entering a new stage in life
Restarting and leaving the past behind
Death we'll never fear
It's just another adventure
Endless days in this life but
Somehow we'll find a way.
WithinAnother selfWithin7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
How Could You?How Could You?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"No one deserves this
It cannot be real
The anger, distress
And depression I feel
Please give me a second
My strength just disbands
I can't live this way
And I don't understand
What is this madness?
It never happened before
And my heart is so sore "
Why did you do this?
Turn his laugh to a frown
His smile to tears
And let him break down?
From sticks to stones...A little blurb on dinosauroid cultural-technological development.From sticks to stones...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
With saurian technology, the route to modern stone-blade technology was just as alternate to our own as was their route to intelligence. While our ancestors developed the hand-axe and honed their stone-throwing skills to scavenge kills, the saurians ancestors were developing more and more advanced pointy sticks. Beginning with twig and leaf tools for grub-fishing, these developed into larger proto-spears, for stabbing into burrows and dens of small mammals and birds. These developed into hardier stabbing spears, which became the main tool of cooperative killing of small and medium-sized game. This was their technological plateau - because of their butcher claws, a band could quickly divide up and devour a smaller kill, but they were restricted to smaller prey because their claws werent effective on larger carcasses. These skills would serve them well as the Pliocene progressed, t
Heartbeat: Part IHeartbeat: Part I2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So dear I love him that with him, all deaths
I could endure. Without him, live no life."
~ Paradise Lost, Book IX
Shion's hand tremble but he wills them to keep steady. He cannot slip. He cannot make a mistake. He will not make a mistake when it's Nezumi's life hanging on the line.
I have saved his life with these hands before. I can do it again. I can do it again.
Nezumi has lost a lot of blood. Shion has to clean the wound, stop the bleeding as much as he can and get him to a hospital. He has no data to rely on but compared to his own measurements Nezumi should be around 180cm tall and around 60 kgs heavy. He should have approximately 4,7 liters of blood in full health. That may vary due to malnutrition but definitely can't be less than 4,5 liters total. Losing fourty percent of his entire blood volume can kill him and Shion estimates he has lost at least thirty percent by now given the fact he was already losing
LunacyThings that make people insane,Lunacy2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
According to etymology:
1. The moon.
2. Owning a uterus.
Moonlit NocturneThere was blood on my hands when I played the piano for you that day.Moonlit Nocturne5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was the same street piano on the corner of the park that we used to play in, outracing the butterflies that gathered around the roses that grew there. We used to pretend we could fly like them, dancing from petal to petal, free from the world's cruelties. So happy. So naive.
A skid of a wheel had changed all that.
That day, your butterfly wings had been torn out of their sockets. They joined a long list that had been stuffed into jars over the centuries, to be ogled over by Death, the sadistic collector who never failed when it was our turn to submit. You were captured too early, too soon, but there was nothing I could do. I was on the piano, playing your nocturne, when you crossed the busy road. Blood sprayed, horns screamed and I turned to see you flung over a windscreen, unmoving.
There was a funeral, of course. There were tears, but none slid down my face that day.
I saved it for the piano.
You should have see
Happy BirthdayThis is not a poem.Happy Birthday1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It's not even a story.
This is a simple observation.
Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything.
I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why?
Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site?
Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, perhaps even a dot of punctuation if I'm splurging on free time? The answer to this question is no, because even though I have a quiz tomorrow and two midterms next week, I was clearly distracted on Facebook nonetheless. Besides, I'm typing this now, and it's quite more extensive than a happy birthday.
Was it because I thought it would be awkward if he got
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.Obsession4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar
Transgender By StarlightTransgender By Starlight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the mirror stands a beautiful
smiles and waves with
grace and poise.
A satin black dress
hugs every curve,
like a boa constrictor
wraps around its favourite meal.
gives a little show,
turning on a heal.
One smooth twirl.
But the fabric falls too quickly,
Arriving at the party
excited to mingle.
eyes follow the moving bodies.
longs to fit in
with the other curves.
hips begin to sway.
begging for the music
A tap on
turns to see
the eyes of fate.
"can it be at me?"
The music still plays
begins to swoon.
has no clue.
Their bodies move as one
as the dance carries on.
The sun begins to set
Castles in the airCastles in the air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even the fools daydream...
That something could go on well,
oh, for a single time
they build castles in the air,
daring to hope, dream
to find a temporary haven of peace
to escape to during the winter
and dream of spring...
Elvish Wedding Oathin polishElvish Wedding Oath8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Na ziemę, wodę, powietrze i ogień
przyrzekam, że moje serce i umysł,
moje ciało i życie należą tylko do Ciebie.
Przyrzekam, że nie opuszczę Cię bez względu na wszystko
i tylko śmierć jest władna nas rozdzielić.
To co należy do mnie jest też i Twoje.
Oddaje Ci wszystko co posiadam.
W Twe władanie daje Ci cale moje istnienie.
Od tej chwili tylko Ty możesz decydować o moim losie.
On Earth, Water, Air and Fire
I swear that my Heart and my Mind,
my Body and Life belong only to You.
I swear I will never leave You no matter what happens
and only Death can do us part.
What is mine is also Yours.
I give You everything I own.
In Your hands I place my whole Existence.
From now on only You can decide about my Fate.
Bo Amar, Nen, Aiwenor ah-Naur beron nin Inita ah-Emel,
nin Hroa ah-Cuil erlye herlye.
Beron, Le allestenathon, baw ron brag
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,Difference8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be alone is liberating.
Fallen AngelFallen Angel10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep within this soul,
A fallen angel appears,
She is tormented daily,
burned and hated by the truth of life,
and struggles under the pain of it all,
It screams in the darkness,
searching out for that something,
trying to keep its head out of the water,
but no-one is there to rescue her before she drowns,
The angel holds on for life itself,
never understanding why,
life is so precious,
when your'e wanting to die,
All because of the life she leads,
this fallen angel stirrs,
in its lonely heart,
it slowly withers and dies,
Deep within this soul a fallen angel wanders,
in and out of existance,
FishermenFishermen3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from tiny boats,
sampans and coracles -
red sails threading the sky
like poppies in the autumn sun.
Whales slip through waves
hunting silvered krill
and the spiny dusk
of urchins clinging to the sand.
And they wait
for lines to pull
their hands under
glistening with eel
hauling the afternoon
back to market
in hempen nets.
BELPASSOBELPASSO1 year ago in Settings More Like This
An isolated city/island of Grand Line.
Easily recognizable by its huge buildings and renaissance-like architecture.
This city is known for trade business, tourism, gambling and luxury and for having the most important red-light district.
Thus, this island is only for nobles, no Celestial Dragons have heard about this island. Therefore, the nobles can make their own laws and are predominant unlike Sabaody Archipelago where everything is allowed to the Celestial Dragons.
Concerning that point, there are rumors saying that group of nobles congregate in private lodge in order to overturn the omnipotence of the Celestial Dragons or the World Government, some of them have even given financial aid to the Revolutionary Army...
The island offers lots of markets, hotels, gambling activites, theaters, cabaret... and many other entertainments. Among them, the city organizes arena fights between slaves in