.he told me prayers.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and if i really want his
forgiveness, i should get on
my knees and beg
.the rabbits twitch.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their sleep;
of red bitten necks
wet with spit,
the birds dream of their eggs
and runny -
the mice dream of hearing
that tabby cat scream
as the teeth of life rip
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 13Morndas 7 Rain's Hand 4E 204 9:00 AMFor the Future of Skyrim - Part 132 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was reviewing the reports from around Skyrim that Nazir had gathered from his contacts. Mostly I was focusing on how the Civil War was progressing. Falkreath had finally fallen in late autumn of last year. Fort Neugrad should have been an easy victory, especially after the grueling campaign against Whiterun the year before.
However, thanks to the whispers I had placed in the right ears, some folk were uneasy about the supposed Dragonborn assisting Ulfric's rebellion. She had arrived late in the siege against Balgruuf and had provided invaluable morale to the troops in helping defeat him, but since then the pretender had been hiding in Windhelm instead of leading the charge on the field.
There was only one reason for that: she could not produce a thu'um, a dragon shout. I had frequently used my shouts wherever I went when I was the Dragonborn. Many people did not know me by name or face because of the obscuring dragon scale helm I used to wear, but
The Vision of La PucelleThe Vision of La Pucelle2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Three em-bloodied gold-gilt lions descend
On the silver lilies of far fair France
Grim and red-stained kingswhile her sons defend
The broken land with shriven spear and lance.
The smoking reek of famine, war, and death,
Plague, and wailing cries, and desolation:
Sick landpoor and weary France!gasps for breath
With the diseased and choking nation's desperation.
Drenched afresh in humiliations new:
Of Agincourt, and bloody Henry's fame
Where the proud many fell to England's few
And knighthood's flow'r perish in bitter shame.
The peasant maid sits in a sainted trance;
Arise O Joan! And save belovéd France!
The Rising MoonThe Rising Moon7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The day was hot, a wet heat. The kind that made your clothes sticky before you even put them on. Mark lay in bed, starring at the glass lamp in the center of the ceiling, knowing that any moment his mother would burst through the door and turn it on. He was late, he already knew that but something inside him made him tired without even stirring. His muscles felt as though he'd worked all day and his bones seem to ache from repeated motion, though he had done nothing.
The white flash hurt and he quickly covered his eyes with an arm trying to blot out the wicked light. His ears hearkened a new pain as his mother sharp tone split the air. Mark! Why on earth are you still in bed? Do you know what time it is? Up! Now! His mother seemed more irritable than normal, but Mark guessed that was due to the unruly heat. It was enough to make anyone cranky.
Young man you'd better be out of this room when I get back or so help me... She let the threat stand in the a
Heart of a daughter of ColdharbourHe couldn't sleep, thought that was to be expected. For Vlad was of the Dawnguard, and order dedicated to defending the land of Skyrim from the threat of vampires. And with vampires being creatures of the night, they knew that it was no time for rest and relaxation, but of vigilance. So Vlad spent many nights simply staring at his ceiling. Sighing at this, he chose to get up and make his way around the keep. Perhaps a good walk in the halls would tire him out enough.Heart of a daughter of Coldharbour10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fortress of Fort Dawnguard was massive, far more so than any military structure he'd seen. But having spent many days here already, he knew his way around. So it didn't take him long to get to where he needed to be. He approached an old wooden door that led to one of the balconies on one of the fort's many towers. Once outside, he briefly shivered over being exposed to the night-time's cold air, but that was diminished by the awe he felt over looking up at the sky and seeing the auroras.
It brought a smile to his face
WereStory: Adolf Part One It was raining when I got out of the van. At least the van was warm and somewhat comfortable, though the cloth seats could have been bothered to be patched up. And they could have cleaned up some of the vomit smell. But I'd gladly take it over the cold, biting wind outside.WereStory: Adolf Part One8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been in the foster care for some years now. I tried to actually make life at one point, but something always came up. One family made it crystal clear that I was not to be welcomed in their home. At first I tried to appeal to them, but they pushed me away. After some time, I just grew to accept the fact no one wants a disfigured freak like me in their home. But that's okay. So long as I have my pencils and a drawing tablet, I won't go on a long waited killing spree. At least not any time soon that is.
The house I was assigned to for six months looked well enough fr
Wolf Legend - Part XV15. Roads EndWolf Legend - Part XV4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andrew pulled up to the office building. It was already very busy with traffic going every which way on the corner street. Large crowds of people lined up at each corner to cross. "Do you want to come in with me?" Andrew asked leaning over to Rabeka, who was just waking up from a light nap.
"No, I'm going to stay here and sleep," she said, in between a few yawns.
"You're OK with being by yourself?" he asked, surprised.
"There's too many people around for them to notice me. The mob isn't that stupid. I have my phone on me though."
"OK, have it ready to dial me if there's something wrong."
"I will," she said, leaning her seat all the way back and throwing her jacking over her face.
Andrew ran his hand down her hair. She'll be OK, he reassured himself.
He cut the engine and hopped out of his Mazda. The air was thick with traffic smoke, rather difficult to pick up on any smells, but he doubted anyone from the mob would be in such a crowded place, however, if they kne
Wolf Legend - Part V5. Battle PlanWolf Legend - Part V6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew woke up the next morning, feeling new circles underneath his eyes. He had been up all night thinking about what he saw, and the same thoughts once again flooded his mind as he lifted his head off his pillow. Rabeka is in trouble, he thought. I'm the only one who can do something about it. I'm the only one who can truly help her.
The more he thought about it, the more didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't get the voice of the man behind the doorthe twisted grindy tone of his voiceand the things he said to her out of his mind.
Money by Friday. What did he mean? What happens to her Friday if she doesn't have the money? That was two days away. Andrew felt he had some sort of responsibility for her life. I can't let this slide. Of course, this meant, if he were to intervene, she might see him for what he really was. Or if I am careful, she won't.
Andrew focused more on his exercises this morning. He wasn't sure
Wolf Legend - Part XI11. AdorationWolf Legend - Part XI5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rabeka stepped out of the warm shower to muffled music coming from downstairs. She stood silently to listen, then rolled her eyes at the style of the music; jazz.
She quickly dried herself and dressed, paying more attention to her hair and cursing at herself while examining her face; she had washed her make-up off in the shower. She pulled her hair up in a messy up-do, and searched everywhere in his cabinets for hairspray. She didn't expect to find any, but settled on an almost empty can of mousse instead.
After she was satisfied, she opened the door to the bathroom to smell of bacon. She smiled and bounced with happiness, despite the heavy jazz music being played.
Rabeka walked around the corner into the kitchen to find a peculiar sightAndrew dancing to his musickicking his feet in the air; flipping pancakes, and skatting with the current jazz solo.
Rabeka leaned against the wall, palming her face as Andrew got his groove on.
Suddenly Andrew spun full directi
Wolf Legend - Part II2. The OfficeWolf Legend - Part II7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Andrew slipped on sweatpants and found himself a clean sleeveless t-shirt in the laundry pile. It reminded him again of the pile of chores he needed to catch up on after work.
After brushing his teeth, he went to the stairs and slid the down the rail. It was early, a little after four A.M. He didn't mind getting up early. This was his usual routine: get up, work out, eat breakfast, and go to work.
Andrew needed a good workout every morning to help him get through the day. Werewolves burn a lot of energy, and to keep themselves from getting antsy or jittery, it took a hardy work out each day to control this. A few push-ups and a quick round the park run did the trick.
One would think exercise for a powerful werewolf would be pointless, but in fact, its was essential for their overall health and well-being. A werewolf's metabolism is lightning fast, coupled with a high internal body temperature, he would need to eat a huge amount of carbohydrates every hour to ke
Wolf Legend - Part IV4. ComplicationsWolf Legend - Part IV7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The next several mornings Rabeka and Andrew continued to spend time together before work. By this time they had become very comfortable with one another. Eventually, it was a planned event to meet for breakfast and walk and talk work. It was something he looked forward to each day. Their topics were very broad, and fast paced, since they had very limited time during the day to talk. Only in the mornings and sometimes during breaks could they sit down and share a conversation. Only so many minutes to use up. But each day, they never ran out of things to talk about. Andrew almost lost his voice the first week, he had never talked so much. Rabeka mostly remained shy and reserved, but she did open up a lot more than he expected. Their were unlimited surprises in this human. There were days however that she almost never talked, almost like something was bothering her. He never dared to ask what the issue was.
Today just like any other day, it was break hour during work. And
Wolf Legend - Part X10. SecretsWolf Legend - Part X5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rabeka lifted her eyebrows and smiled. A werewolf.
Andrew nodded once, and began to clap softly.
She nodded for a few seconds, before letting out a small chuckle.
What? Andrew asked, a little confused.
That's interesting. Rabeka sat back, staring off into space again trying to put the pieces together.
Do you believe me? Andrew asked, eager to know what her real reaction to it was. It was no longer a game.
She breathed in slowly, I think I do.
Andrew was relieved. I can't believe it. She actually believes me. She trusts me, and she knows my secret! His fears were long past him now. She obviously didn't care what he was, as long as she knew, and now she did.
Andrew smiled and sat back, satisfied with the way things had gone. It was much easier than he thought it would be.
Wait, she asked, pointing at him. For a moment he thought his streak of luck was over.
Tonight was a full moon, you can't be a we
Wolf Legend - Part XX20. Family ReunionWolf Legend - Part XX3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*some gore in here, just a heads up*
Andrew took heavy breaths as fear overwhelmed him. He trembled; Rabeka could barely hold him, firmly bracing herself against his chest. Too much of his past coming back to haunt him all at oncehe wasn't prepared for this.
Up until that point he thought that Alex had come alonesettling his own personal vendettaand never once thought the entire pack would leave their sanctuary in the mountains. A few, yes. He figured Stephan was obsessed enough with control that he would send out scouts to hunt him down.
Alex's howl to the pack continued loudly, shaking loose any remaining shards of stained glass that were left in the windows. Rabeka had no clue what was happening, eyes shooting back and forth between Andrew and Alex.
Sunlight barely shown through one side of building, gently flickering the light from the glass around the room like a disco-ball. Rachel found some momentary comfort in admiring its beauty.
Honour LostThe blade was cutting her palm and yet she would not unclench her fist. Her arm trembled with rage, disdain, hate as the corpse of her husband dripped its blood on the richly embroidered covers.Honour Lost7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I did this for you
She thrust her arm into the air and with a cry of anger, she stabbed him once more, right into his face. She slashed the flesh again and again until it was nothing but a bloody pulp with two white, dead eyes.
I did this for our child
She threw the knife away, but did not bother wipe the blood off her, or change the sheet and the bedcovers. She did not even attempt to hide the body. She sat on a chair, took her babe on her lap, trembling, her shoulders stiff, her gaze directed at the tapestry that hung on the wall. The tapestry she had woven herself, which represented the crest of his family, the glorious, irreproachable crest, laden with honours that went back to the first king.
What would you have done if I had been killed? I could only think of that as the
Movie MonsterAll filmmakers must die.Movie Monster4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Especially the ones who think it’s a good idea to make a movie about werewolves.
I hate to say it, but most werewolf films suck, and not because they show us as mindless, man-eating monsters - there are some of us who are like that. I’m like that myself, actually, on a few occasions, when it’s necessary. No, the reason most werewolf films suck is because the makers have no idea what a good story is. They either have a plot full of holes, characters so bland and underdeveloped they don’t exist in the third dimension, or even worse, both.
This doesn’t bother my little sister Pam. She’s almost twelve, and she watches any and every movie she finds (and is allowed to watch). Werewolf movies, however, we watch together so we can share in the experience of tearing it apart. We usually perform this ritual on Friday nights when I’ve get home from the college campus and she gets home from schoo
Skyrim - The warrior and the QueenAs he stood upon the battlements of the city's outer walls, he looked out upon the vast and mountainous land before him, and breathed a sigh of relief. This man was Erik, a Nord and warrior of great renown, who now stood upon the high walls of Solitude, Skyrim's capital city. Through his prowess in battle, he had risen through the ranks of the Imperial Army to become one of it's most accomplished combatants. But in recent days, his name had become known far and wide across Skyrim for helping to achieve what many now called him "hero" for, he'd ended the Stormcloak rebellion.Skyrim - The warrior and the Queen10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ulfric Stormcloak,the Jarl of Windhelm, had created an uprising in this land, with the cause of ousting the Imperial Legion and with it, the Empire's influence in Skyrim. There had been many battles over the last few months, and many had fallen by sword, axe and arrow, but through it all, the Empire had proved victorious, and Erik had been the spearhead through which they'd achieved their greatest victory, the seiz
The Emperor Born AgainSilence...The Emperor Born Again6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound filled the cavernous interior of the Chapel of The Emperor ascendent,
a horrible, heart wrenching noise that no man should ever know the true meaning of.
But here it was, today as real as it ever was and had any lesser men been here,
they surely would have crumpled into foetal balls, weeping at the deafening quiet of the moment.
But these were not 'lesser men', these were not mortals, these were Astartes.
Gods among men they had been called, Chosen of the Emperor beloved by all and today it was
believeable. Here they stood, resplendent in ancient power armour of pure gold,
looking down into the room, a giant room, it's walls and ceiling lined with gold over which was cast a spectral light the colour of a star being born.
For all intents and purposes that's what it was a star, a solid ball of pure emotion, conjured from the warp it's self, the manifestation of humanity's love for it's master, upon a million, nay a BILLION worlds of the Imperium of man, one thought e
Dear YouDear You2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Please remember you are a writer. You have loved writing since you was a little girl. You enjoy expressing yourself through creative writing. That is a gift only a few possess. You have been given this gift for a reason. Do not neglect it ever.
For any reason you find yourself having problems with writing, such as having no time or energy to write or going through a dry spell no thanks to the dreaded Writer's Block, please carry this note book along with you at all times.
Just jot down anything that comes to mind. It doesn't have to be perfect at all, because perfection is an illusion. And yes, I am quoting your boyfriend's phrase as you are quite fond of it! The point is that the note book will help you out. It means you are able to write down ideas for stories/fanfiction, future projects, new and existing characters. And when you are ready to use these ideas, they will all be waiting here for you.
One day you will fill this note book completely. So that means one thing - bu
Pride Comes Before the Fall“As a Thalmor Commander, it is your duty to set an example for your troops in a time of need,” The Grand Justiciar had told his student as the two made their way into a lavish temple, “Despite what you may believe, this principle surpasses all other aspects of your position.”Pride Comes Before the Fall10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I don’t understand,” The new Commander turned his head to look up at the towering mer, “As a Justiciar, it was my duty, it always had been my duty, to track down those who commit heresy. I had never needed an example - you just need to get your information, and make your kill. Why is it that I must set an example now? It seems rather unnecessary, sir.”
The taller elf extended a hand, gesturing for the younger man to follow him down the corridor. Their footsteps echoed on the marble floor, and their forms cast shadows upon the sun-kissed stone. Attendants of the temple stepped out of their path as they passed, respectfully bowing their heads. As they approached
Moonlit Classroom [Werewolf tf]<b>Moonlit Classroom [Werewolf tf]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Skyrim: SbS - Hero in Shining ArmorDerkeethus paced around his cell in agitation. His reptilian tail flicked nervously and his jaw was tight.Skyrim: SbS - Hero in Shining Armor1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What do they want with me?” he thought to himself, “Why are they holding me captive instead of killing me? Damn, I shouldn’t have swum so far from Darkwater Crossing...”
He rubbed his hands over his arms. He didn’t mind having water in his cell, but the cold was a rather uncomfortable feeling to him.
A series of screeches and hisses erupted above him followed by the heavy thud of a falling body. Disgusting sloshing and ripping noises echoed into his cell and the strong scent of blood entered Derkeethus’s nostrils.
He stopped and looked up at the metal grate that was clamped over his cell, wondering what they had killed this time. Constantly, he expected at any moment for his captors to return and drag him away to a certain doom.
His captors, the falmer, were animalistic creatures and would attack anything if felt threatened t do so