DA: Dark City C12Title: Dark CityDA: Dark City C122 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author: :iconCelticWolfwalker: and :iconRiHouston:
Setting: Modern Day Dragon Age
Character(s): f!Hawke/Cullen and the cast
The sun hadn’t even risen when a dark hooded figure dashed out of the main building at the Academy. The air was cool and damp, morning dew glistening in the false dawn light. The figure skulked, stopping every now and then to look around watching to see if anyone was walking around on the grounds. There was no other figure about in the early pre-dawn of the day. No one suspected that this day was going to be a day no one forgot. Today, the Mages’ Underground took the offensive against the Templar Order.
The dark hooded figure dashed from the front drive and ran across the lawn toward the main road. His breath heaved out heavily when he arrived at a dark car parked off on the side of the road near the academy. Going around to the passenger side and opening the door, he slid into the seat and pushed the
SasuNaru-So Pretty _oneshot_So pretty...SasuNaru-So Pretty _oneshot_5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see you all the time. You walk around town with your brown haired friend. I always want to talk to you, but I chicken out in the end.
I like to follow you. Watch you. I study your every move.
I know you.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and three scar marks on each cheek... That's you.
You like to eat ramen... a lot.
Sometimes I think I'm going crazy. You make me crazy. You are... so pretty.
Today I had to talk to you. HAD to talk to you.
I heard you say that. You had stepped into the elevator after me in our apartment building. It shocked me at first. I follow you around so much outside, I forgot we were neighbors.
I'm sorry. I never returned your greeting. I just stared at you until I realized that you had become uncomfortable.
I heard a thick 'ding' sound and the doors split apart and you smiled at me as you left.
I like how you walk. No, you don't walk. You sway. You are... so pretty.
I saw you again.
You got a job at the coffee shop. I HAD to ta
Falling apart_a naruto oneshot"No one can save you now."Falling apart_a naruto oneshot6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I made no move. No sound.
"You are lost."
No twitch. No breath... no, I did breathe. I clearly felt my chest rising up and down.
Wrong. My lungs are working so I am definitely not dead.
"You are no longer alive. You have no feelings."
Why? I don't need feelings to live. I don't need feelings at all.
Neither I need friends. I once had one... but that was a long time ago. Things have changed since back and that's fine this way.
I don't need hope. There's only one thing I need: confidence in myself. That will be enough.
"You don't exist, not anymore."
I do exist... in the world of mine. Up until now I had lived in the reality which was created by the hokage, by the elders, by Itachi... But I am the one to choose my own path now.
"You are just a toy everyone plays with."
Hell I care. I only do what I want to. Don't think that Madara is any different, that he can control me. He
ChangeChange3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Nothing is permanent
Sooner or later
Everything youre looking at at this very moment
Will have gone through a major transformation
What used to look like home to you
Might be your new prison
And where you before felt trapped
Will invite you in, with open hands and a smile
People whom used to be your worst enemy
Will end up being your best friend
The fashion will change from short to long and back to short again
You have to dye your hair black
And then blonde
And then Black again
The people whom you thought would go to the morgue with you
Will most likely have left you long ago
Your best friend is sharing his or her secrets with someone else
Your old lover
Have given his heart to someone else as well
Anything you´ve erver had
Will most likely be in the hands of another
The only constant thing in life
Victory Keep: Chapter 1Edgar stepped into a clearing and found a centaur suckling her child. He threw his hands over his eyes.Victory Keep: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'I am terribly sorry, madam!'
'It's all right.'
Her tone was scornful, but with better things to worry about, Edgar did not take it to heart. He uncovered his eyes. She was feeding the child like a mare, not a woman, so he felt no need for embarrassment. He stooped down a little, trying to determine the gender of the young one. As with foals, it was easy enough to tell.
'What a delightful little boy,' he said.
The mother smiled. 'Thank you.'
'Do you mind if I sit down here for a few minutes?'
'I am very tired.'
The centaur made no reply. She stood with arms folded and her back legs slightly apart, gazing out into the forest. Edgar was disappointed. The significance of the situation had not escaped him, and he hoped she would talk to him.
The first thing to do was find somewhere to
After the Clue Hunt Part 1Amy Cahill faced the cealing with her eyes closed.She was remembering herself smashing the prize of the thirty nine clues on Isabel Kabra.A smile grew on her face 'Shes in jail now...'After the Clue Hunt Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"AMY!!!" Nellie yelled in the living room of the apartment.
"AMY!!!" Dan yelled, at the door of Amy's room.
Amy sat up and opened the door for Dan.
"What do you want?" Amy asked her hands on her hips.
"Lunch time, Uncle Fiske says no lunch until everyone is at the table..He obviously wants me to suffer...SO HURRY UP!!!" Dan replied.
'At least Dan's back to normal..I remember...He wasn't himself...' Amy thought to herself.Amy realized that she hadn't responded yet, and just followed Dan to the kitchen table.Dan didn't wait one second, as soon as he sat down he ate.
Amy admired the plate.Corn, Carrots, and Ham.Something usaul, rather than different kinds of food from different places.She grabbed her fork and picked at the ham.She looked up, seeing Nellie, in her crazy black-blonde hair, digging in on her f
letter to a suit of armourWe have both been here before,letter to a suit of armour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paused, stood, and stared before. And
I have to ask- Is it
the light that keeps you so still?
I've watched it pleading,
its yellow yolk weeping
on the shoulders of
impassive you. It finds no features to cling to.
You look seamless. So tell me,
how did you empty? Was
your person plucked away by a sharp beak? Or did
they wither and decay? Are your bones still
inside? Did you creak
shut like an oyster?
What I mean to ask is
where did your details go? Did you trade
them for a legend, quid pro quo?
And last of all, would you
describe yourself as an elephant skulled accident or
something a little more Faustian?
You're a success, that's for sure:
there's a real crowd here to recieve
your address. You know
what they're looking for:
a scattered palm of bones,
a battle scar,
a nameless quiet they can't remember,
a balmy unknown.
They all look for it. They'll
always look for it. They're in your thrall.
But they'll never find that
sense of an ending. No. Not here.
On -Owl-On -Owl-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Night-eyes are watching me,
candles in the dark,
a refractory guardian on guileless wings.
Is that the click of pearls I hear,
or enameled talons, a hungry beak?
When she primps and preens,
I sometimes find
in her hair,
sleek pinions under her dress.
Good morning, twilight lady.
Across the Sea and Around the KotatsuSpringAcross the Sea and Around the Kotatsu2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mom starts with rice. Japanese rice, one, two, three Japanese cup-fulls of rice grains into the cooker, because Sis eats a lot of this stuff. It's one of her favorite dishes, taco rice, and Mom's always happy to make it for her because it's the only way Sis will eat her tomatoes. But back to the rice. "You want to rinse at least three or four times, until the water's kind of clear," Mom says as she cups her hand under the cooker pot, letting the cloudy water wash over her hand.
Rice cooking's easy though – just fill enough water to the point the rice's covered, punch in a time (or set it to "Quick Cook," which with our creaking rice cooker still takes about an hour) and let the cooker do its thing.
Ground meat goes into a well-greased and heated frying pan. Break up the block so that it crumbles into fine little pieces, and do this with wild abandon, because this is taco meat. Mom uses any taco seasoning that happens to be cheap; most seasonings rack up t
The Story of Banette00000000000000000000000The Story of Banette6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit by the dollhouse
I patiently wait.
I feel a bit scared
But she is never late.
The bedroom door opens
Brightening up the gloom
And my lovely owner
Walks into the room
She picks me up tenderly
With a big, loving smile
She hugs me with joy
And she does for a while
On the inside I smile,
I am joyful as well
As Im in her embrace
My heart rings like a bell
Such was the routine
Of my loving girls day
She would hug me a bit
And then we would play
This little delight
Would go on for years
But this happy friendship
Would end with wet tears.
One day she came home
With a radiant grin
She had been late this time
Just where had she been?
She leaned down and said
She had a gift for me
But wait? What is this?
A live Clefairy.
I watched her at play
With her new little friend
But I knew she would stop
I hoped it would end.
But alas, it did not
I became neglected.
The Clefairy was better
And I was rejected.
As she grew older
She forgot about me
Her eyes were only
The BattleWalking under a clear night sky,The Battle3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath all of the stars,
A war tears through my soul
Transforming me into the God Mars.
My anger surges forth,
As I strike down my foe,
I drop to a knee
Under the force of a mighty blow.
I strike again,
Rending his heart from his chest,
I reel back in agony...
Taking a moment to rest.
Suddenly reality sets in
And again I fall to a knee,
The realization that the enemy
Has always been me.
the art ofit was too late;the art of4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
far too late,
by the time my gaze found his
across the dim and drunken
tangle of a scene.
his eyes were dark, the color
of burning wood and
dust in a foreign country, the
kind of eyes my mother taught
me to fear, and rightly so;
i could already feel his
handprints welling in a
malady of black and
five-o-clock blue just
beneath my skin, bruises
deeper than bone
as i pushed my way
Elf vs. Orc 5Sings-to-Trees's primary thought through the whole violent encounter was Not the throat again!Elf vs. Orc 59 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
His neck hurt. He felt like a troll had used his esophagus as a dance floor. This could not be healthy. If he lived through this, he swore he would be nice to his throat for the rest of the year. Hot teas. Scarfs during winter. Anything.
For awhile, he didn't think he was going to live to see sunrise, let alone winter.
Then she'd apologized. The orc had stood there, with a distinctly sheepish expression on her face, and she'd apologized.
None of his patients ever apologized. Most of them couldn't talk, and it didn't seem to occur to the ones who could.
Half of him wanted to reply automatically—No, it's okay, these things happen, don't worry about it—and the other half was jumping up and down screaming You just tried to kill me, you green-faced lunatic! You can't just apologize for trying to kill people!
Perhaps fortunately, his throat was aching too badly
Kitten SwarmHundreds of tiny, cute, fluffy kittens pour out of the doorway, engulfing to party, climbing up legs, mewing and purring.Kitten Swarm2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
N Tiny Animal (Swarm)
Init: +7 Senses: Lowlight Vision, Scent; Perception +5
AC: 15, Touch 15, Flat-footed 13 (+3 DEX, +2 Size)
HP: 16 (3d8+3)
Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +2
Defensive Abilities: Swarm Traits
Speed: 20', Climb 10'
Melee: Swarm (1d6)
Space 10' Reach 0'
Special Attacks: Distraction (DC 13), Demoralization (DC 15)
STR 2, DEX 16, CON 13, INT 2, WIS 13, CHA 8
Base Attack +2; CMB --; CMD --
Feats: Improved Initiative, Lightning Reflexes
Skills: Climb +7, Perception +6, Stealth +15; Racial Modifiers: +4 Climb, +4 Stealth;
Use DEX to modify Climb
Organization: solitary, lots (2-4 swarms), too many (5-8 swarms)
Elf vs. Orc 9Sings-to-Trees' head shot up. He knew Fleabane's barks like the back of his hand. Short, rapid barks, not grating, hysterical ones--somewhere between a greeting and a warning. Fleabane knew the person approaching, but he didn't really like them.Elf vs. Orc 98 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
That meant it was either one of the humans from down the road (excepting Matilda, who brought cheeses and always had a tidbit for a hungry coyote) or the rangers.
"Shit!" Sings-to-Trees leapt to his feet and began kicking Celadon's armor under the bed, followed by the extra blankets.
Celadon got unsteadily to her feet. "What is it?"
"Company. Might be rangers."
She could have asked questions, like "Are you going to turn me in?" or "Why are you panicking, if they're your people?" but Celadon was not inclined to waste time on stupid questions. She looked around hurriedly for a hiding place.
Sings-to-Trees caught her elbow. "Do you trust me?"
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
Getting her into the hiding place was awkward, but Celadon took it in s
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I wanted to take your hand in mine and like a couple of idiots, run through the heavy traffic and pouring rain, and keep at it till our feet resign.
We'd find a tree with branches wide enough with leaves broad or plentiful enough to take shelter under, and there, you'd place your head on my lap as I'd sing you my favorite love song. The song I'd always wanted you to sing to me.
If only I hadn't found out the hard way that your feelings for me are but as thin as an onion's skin and that I could never accept and bow down to no matter how suave your courting style may be. If only I was stupider than what I really am- maybe then I would have reciprocated to your efforts all my yearning I've kept sealed tightly, maybe then we might have had a chance.
When I told you to make things clear and to stop teetering between the fringes of my hopes and dreams and the cruel loneliness that awaits, my blood was already thinning and I was gagging from my silent yet continually flow
The Grace Given to MeThe Lord of the Rings fanfiction: How do you know that today is the day to die? How do you spend your last day? The thoughts of Aragorn.The Grace Given to Me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It is time. I know it just as the birds know when to obey the calling of the wind and fly away from the cold lands to feel the sunrays on their wings again. I know it just as the tree knows when to say farewell to its leaves, watching them flutter to the ground one by one and giving something of itself with every leaf. I know that my time has come.
Sometimes I wondered how I would recognize it. How does a man know that he has reached the point where he can leave with dignity and greatness like the kings of old? How does he know that today is the day to die? It could be tomorrow and tomorrow again. One more day not for myself, but for the ones that I love. How can I leave them to grieving? How many times was I near death and only their love returned me to life, showed me the way through the shadows? How can I abandon the
AthleticismApplying an adhesive bandage to the young man’s wrist, Matthew said apologetically, “I’m sorry you have to wear a Band-Aid with Cinderella on it.”Athleticism10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Seated on a leather barstool, Jesse’s eyes remained lowered on the quartz countertop as he spoke, “It’s fine.”
“You know, Jesse,” Matthew began with a sigh. “It doesn’t make you any less of a man because you don’t enjoy playing football.”
Clasping his fingers around Jesse’s wrist he didn’t appear surprised when he heard him cry out in pain, “It appears you sustained more than a mere scrape during your game.”
“It isn’t broken,” Jesse muttered under his breath.
Matthew agreed, “No, it isn’t but you’ve certainly hurt it. You’ll need to rest it a few days. I saw you throw with your left hand earlier. You’re not a lefty are you?”
The Ringslender, tarnished silver bandThe Ring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rests in palm of withered hand
ancient promise, absent stare
detritus falls like snow on hair
wedding present grand oak bed
ghosts of words the mirror said
rain-rot splintered windowsills
caustic crumbs of guilty pills
footprints in the carpet dust
canopy of velvet shame
the progeny of lies and tears
divests her of her souvenirs
and grateful for the life she gave
the heirloom never meets the grave
Elf vs. Orc 8Celadon woke up in the elf's arms.Elf vs. Orc 88 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This sounded a lot more romantic than it actually was.
For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there's the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out.
Without acquiring these vital habits, you wake up pretty much like Celadon—stiff, sore, with a knee wedged into your ribs and blankets tangled around both of them like sleeping anacondas.
While it's traditional when parties of the opposite sex find themselves entangled for someone's hands to be in an embarrassing position, that actually wasn't the case. She was pretty much in the elf's lap, where one of his knees was up and digging into
Elf vs. Orc 7This was easier said than done.Elf vs. Orc 78 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She gave him some very practical suggestions about how to tie the ropes. A bit of slack between the feet, enough to shuffle, not enough to run. A rope around the neck as a kind of leash in case she attacked him. He could tell she'd done this sort of thing before.
Sings-to-Trees, at that point, would have been happy just untying her completely and pointing her in the direction of the outhouse, but he had a horrible feeling he'd disappoint her if he didn't at least try to hold up his end. So he steeled himself to stay awake a bit longer and got the ropes set up, and hauled her out of the bed.
Then she wound up needing to use him as a crutch anyway, since her knees kept buckling, so it was a bit of a moot point.
"Can you hold this?" he asked, handing her the leash rope after a few brutal hops toward the door.
"What if I try to escape?"
He sighed. "Just yank it if you feel yourself getting any ideas."
She started laughing, then they took another step and the