Character Survey: SywynCharacter Survey: Sywyn5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Sywyn Nym'el [sai-ween neem-el], originally Sywynel Nym [sai-ween-el neem]. No surname known.
MEANING: Sywyn = The-one-who-walks/walker, El = under, Nym = Sun-and-Moons/sky.
NICKNAME: got many of them during his life, but the one which stuck on him the most is Vor'Ard'Ves, literally "the one who can ride the wind"... he got this nickname during the wars in the Westland, from the people of the desert; now almost everyone knows him with this nickname, the Windrider.
ACTUAL AGE: no one knows his real age as he never answered to this question, but just the fact that he took part to the wars in the Westlands makes him older than 400 years for sure.
RESIDENCE: no one, he's mostly an outcast.
AGE APPEARANCE: late 20/early 30
SPECIES: Edhel'nar, (light elf)
SEXUAL PREFERANCE: straight
MARITAL STATUS: single
KIDS: some around the world, he only knows for sure about a couple of them (one of which is also dead)
OCCUPATION: freelance worker (read = mercenary)
.:[REQUEST] LinkXSnapped!Reader :. WEDDING CRASHER.:[REQUEST] LinkXSnapped!Reader :. WEDDING CRASHER4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Oh the princess has been kidnapped. Oh the princess is in danger! Princess this! Princess that! It was driving you insane! Didn't the old ladies in the market have anything better to do than to gossip about 'how in love the Link boy is with the princess' yes Link. YOUR Link. Well not technically your link but you had been in love with him since you were little. Jealousy getting the better of you , you approached the old women.
"oh why hello [y/n] did you come to pick up your father's medicine?" the oldest of the four asked.
"yes, and I couldn't help but hear you talking about the princess." you said in what you thought sounded like a mourning tone.
"oh yes we were what a lovely young lady did you hear that she's coming to our village to thank link for all he's done!" the youngest said excitedly. You looked up in fake surprise.
"you mean you didn't hear about the accident?" you practically yelled so half the market place could hear you. The oldest woman came back with your father's medi
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
How To Be Lonelyi.How To Be Lonely5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first step to acceptance is to be like others. Like a flower, almost, in your pleated skirt and saddle shoes, starched white blouse radiant, you stand in the coat room of Mrs.Lund's first grade classroom and wish you had worn something, anything, different. Afraid to venture in to the snarling maw of children that would encompass you and swallow you whole, you stand shivering in the musky stench of rain boots and plaid coats until the teacher, fed up, steers you by the arm to the office and insists to speak with the principal. You know he'll phone your mother, but for some reason you don't care as you gaze in to the sticky circular patterns in the wallpaper and glance at the stack of manila envelopes on the secretaries desk that she meticulously sifts through while humming underneath her breath. She doesn't look at you. You're blending in.
You lose your virginity in a coat room, soggy from an afternoon shower, fumbling with his zipper though your hands are numb from the cold
Friends? - POEMFriends? - POEM4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some take the term friends so easily
Or maybe I'm the only one who holds that term precious?
I sat with you at lunch a few times
Didn't talk much
That's my fault really
Only sat there because someone I considered a
Sat there too
Now her, I talked with much
I wanted to befriend you
You seemed like an interesting person
Did you even notice me sitting there?
I didn't know to find the words
To speak to you
I formed words in my mind
But never had the time to tell them to you
And I followed you around
As I thought friends did
Was I an annoyance to you?
We talked more and more
But I didn't consider us as friends yet
Where did I stand in your mind?
Were the things that I did
Then you told me that you
Didn't mind having no friends
You were used to it
I smiled and said that
We should be friends
I thought we already were friends
But you were just complaining of having none
Leather Bound Birds When I met her, it was raining, so I offered my umbrella.Leather Bound Birds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Here,' I said, touching the girl's wet shoulder lightly, 'Borrow this.'
A small smiled fluttered over her face, 'No,' she murmured, 'The rain, it's inspiring.'
I didn't understand, 'But, but... You're drenched!'
Slowly, she turned to look at me, her eyes were heavy with pity, 'I cannot take up your offer,' she said quietly, 'When the sky is mourning the loss of summer it is only kind to suffer with her. The summer is her child, and every year he vanishes. If we allow ourselves to taste the agony of a grieving mother on our lips, and recognize it for what it truly is, then we ourselves become stronger. More sentient.'
Still perplexed, I asked, 'But aren't tears meant to be salty? This rain is fresh.'
Quite to my surprise, the girl laughed, 'Oh! Don't be so silly!' Her tone wasn't mocking, but it bruised me all the same, 'Whoever said the rain was tears?' She continued, 'No, the sky
Why?Why?4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why did Einstein create such equations?
Why is Math full of calculations?
And why does English need so many punctuations?
Why is there a need to study
Math, Physics and Chemistry?
The very thought of it, makes a student's life history!
When the black and white paper finally arrives,
the time-table for examinations,
it causes tension and irritation.
No parties, no excursion.
Only mugging up, slogging and exhaustion.
The definition of an awful week of preparation.
When comes the last day of examination,
it is an occasion for celebration!
But, when the results reach home,
it's time for a brief explanation...
AlexanderThere was a little boy who lived just down the street. He smiled and waved when I passed by, and at Christmas would bring me cookies his mother had baked. At that time, I was just out of college and living on my own, and I was always glad to have a friend to talk to even if it was just the little boy down the street. He liked to wander through my garden, and I'd let him pick berries or fruit, for I didn't have the time to tend to a yard myself. But I think, in order to best tell you the story about this little boy, I need to tell you first about Alexander.Alexander6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I met Alexander the day after I moved into the corner house of that sleepy little cul-de-sac. He wasn't young then, so I can only imagine how old he must be now. Alexander had lived a full and painful life, and I could see it in his brown eyes. Yet he was calm and content with his life, and never had anything but a smile on his face.
Alexander was the little boy's dog.
As I briefly learned from the boy's mother, Alexander had
One Player Hide and SeekI've realized finding myself has to be first priority in this world of to-do lists. I've tried watching others find me first, only to realize that my internal compass had the better judgment. I'm more than a few forks in the road and some speed bumps. The journey to my heart is maybe closest to the scenic route, but I'd like to think it will be worth it for the person who cares to take a stab at it. Like to think, like to hope.One Player Hide and Seek5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
As pretty as love seems, especially amidst the coldest of seasons, it can't be the only thing that keeps us warm. And I don't just mean material items and comfort food at holiday gatherings. Keeping your body temp up and warming the heart are completely different things and I think people confuse them. Relationships are more than just a body to latch onto when the going gets tough, when the snow starts to fall. The seasons are pretty structured, more or less, and you need someone who doesn't see being with you as the same methodical kind of process. Love is more
Fickle in Strength'It is a fragile thing.'Fickle in Strength4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked up, 'What?'
'My love,' he replied, 'It is fragile.'
Her lip twitched slightly, as she fought the smile, 'How so?'
'It's fickle enough to last forever,' he said decidedly, before pausing, 'but strong enough to break into pieces when the hard winds blow.'
The girl nodded, 'Yes. I know.'
Hello WorldHello World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't return.
I'm up in the clouds,
Dreaming out loud,
and I've learned.
Keep to the sky.
Don't stay on the ground,
or ever fall down.
Just live in the high.
Don't listen to complaints.
Feel free to be a child,
Don't keep your smile contained.
Let it be.
Make sure to smile wide,
and prove yourself and your pride.
It's okay to cry.
Don't hold it all inside.
Live how you like,
and don't hide behind.
Say 'Hello World'
and walk with a smile
stop and talk for awhile,
and be happy.
The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:The Never-ending Masque4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:
As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!
Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed
Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...
But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
They mime to mimic their props and tools
Using naught but the love that they have in their hearts
They create a fable of ghosts and ghouls
My brothers, no, it cannot be!
The narrator grasps at his throat in anguish
For the Jester's voice has been taken away
And now the show can finally be vanquished...
But the Harlequins laugh and put on a sm
Alley Cat**** by Nuffelita for Deviant Art ****Alley Cat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The rogue was sneaking through the thick undergrowth. It was trailing someone; the scent of fear lay thick across the forest bed. All senses were alert to catch the smallest disturbance, but the prey didn't stray from the path. The dark haired girl was silent, but sounded like a kodo to her skilled stalker.
Nearby, a small abandoned farmhouse stood silently against the night sky. The girl ran up to it and tugged at the door handle. It wouldn't budge. She banged her fists against the wood hoping someone would be home though in her quiet mind she knew no-one was around.
A sudden noise made her jump; a tall person emerged from the darkness of the woods; an elf by the looks of it.
"Did you forget your key?" The voice was soft and melodious, just like she'd imagined an elf to sound like, though she'd never met one for real. "If you offer me somewhere soft to sleep tonight I'll open it for you. I'm good with my tools." Something in that cool
Fairy RingIt was the fifth night in a row that Clara had slipped out. With the scheduled ten o'clock row in full swing, she didn't even bother to creep. Someone had left a window open, letting the bitter voices spill out into the night air. The argument followed her across the field, before losing her at the stile. Two stiles on, the sounds of the countryside clung like a blanket around her. The grass was still wet from the afternoon's storm, and her jeans were soaked to the knee by the time she reached the corner of Mr Gramble's pasture.Fairy Ring6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Taking up her seat on the fence, she pulled a squashed packet out of her pocket. The plastic wrap enclosed a sloppily made ham sandwich, a slab of country-best laid up between two slices of supermarket packing-foam. The mustard stung delightfully as she took her first bite, eyes scanning the dark corners of the field.
The first of them appeared just as she was finishing the sandwich. Walking primly on bare toes, as if treading amongst broken glass, the youth ma
Wind's ApologiesAnd at some point, I could disappearWind's Apologies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not because I hate you
not because I'm tired
I will disappear
for I'm like water
for I'm like wind
to keep me
you have to bottle me
you have to close all the windows
and then, for what it's worth
I'll stay with you forever.
StrengthYou cannot have,Strength8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
what you cannot handle:
A story told by a heroine,
who is no damsel.
DracoxHarry Slash FanfictionWARNING: So this is slash, just an fyi.DracoxHarry Slash Fanfiction5 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was Christmas Eve, here at Hogwarts.
The Christmas feast had just ended, and I watched Potter leave the Great Hall out of the corner of my eye. No doubt, he was going back to the Gryffindor common room to talk with Ron Weasley and Hermionie Granger, both of which who had left some time ago. God, I was envious of them. I wanted him so bad.
I kept my secret pretty concealed, too. No one had ever figured it out before, though I do try to keep it pretty obvious. I once had a thing with his friend Ron, hoping that he'd find out. I wanted to make him so jealous. But Ron (the ungrateful weasel) kept his mouth shut, and I spent yet another day alone.
I sat there thinking about what could have been, and all of the times I had messed up. I thought about how I was running out of time, and how soon Potter and I would be going our separate ways, and how I would never be able to woo him in time. Suddenly, I was interrupted by Crabbe.
FairytaleFairytale10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Once, a lifetime ago, before brokenness, bruises, and betrayal, I believed in fairytales, the way any little girl does. Everyday seemed an endless drudgery of repetition, constant boredom, never-ending sameness. But I always knew, I always believed, that somewhere out there, beneath a smiling sun and friendly azure sky, there was a prince, the prince, the one person who could rescue me from my troubles, who would sweep me off my feet and ride with me into the sunset.
I knew, without a doubt, that there was a fairy godmother, just waiting to help me, that if I just believed hard enough, she would appear in thin air before me. I sought solitude, thinking that she would find me in my aloneness and come to my aid. Deep inside my juvenile heart, I yearned for the day when my ordinary life would become extraordinary, when my child's garments would be magically transformed into a phantasmagorical ball gown, complete with glass slippers; my young body, blossoming suddenly into gl
puppet masterYou can't keep saying you'll changepuppet master4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And never follow through
You can't keep toying with people
Like they're your playing pieces
You've got yourself in such a mess
And to be honest I don't like you anymore
Little Miss Puppet Master
Pulling strings and pulling hearts
Have fun without me
In your world of pretend
Don't bother looking back
Because I won't be there
people i could bei named you mila. i wish i hadn't,people i could be5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they always say you get attached
to it when you give it a name.
once you became mila,
you became mine.
we've stuck together through
thick and thin, but you were always
the first to cut me down and
cut me up if it were anything but thin.
'lose thirty more pounds,' you say.
and i tell you i only want another fifteen.
'you're fat and unhappy right now,
you don't know what you want, now do you.'
and of course you were right.
'stop being overweight,' you say.
and i tell you i'm technically underweight.
'have you seen the amount of fat on
that lump of lard you call a body,' you say.
and of course you were right.
i don't know who i'm
apologising to anymore
i don't know if i'm
sorry for what i've done
or sorry for being
the monster i feel beneath
my papered skin
but i do know that
this is me,
girl on your back
and you know she is too much
and also not enough
you don't love me and i see it in your eyes
i am the rain in the gutter