Coukyo Bands and RolesCoukyo Bands and Roles7 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Coukyo Bands and Roles
★Common Band Information★
Interaction between different bands is very common. Almost inevitable in populated regions.
Bands without builders or those knowledgeable on construction usually live in nests. However coukyo are capable of building shacks, huts, and simple housing. Nothing too extravagant like a wood tiled house complete with heating and plumbing.
Bands can be created at any time. However a good foundation is needed, therefore it may be hard. Most commonly, new bands are formed by branching off of larger ones.
All coukyo are expected to stay loyal to the band they were born in. Those who leave for their own reaso
A NewDo you remember,A New3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That day we broke up,
you had made a promise,
That you would be in my life,
No matter what,
I was not ready to accept,
That I would no longer,
be your one and only,
We all after all,
Deal with heartbreak differently,
Why do you think,
That all my ex's hate me?
Could it be,
That this is a cycle,
That now I see,
But now I am ready,
Full of this regret,
Just give me a shot,
To show you that,
I can be your friend,
Time will go on,
But it will leave us,
Wondering what could have been,
But in the end,
Could it be,
Something I do not see,
That this is all for the best,
And maybe in the far,
We will meet again,
With time having healed,
these wounds we hide so well,
And we can allow a new,
To form at long last,
in the meantime,
I will be here waiting,
with the gifts put away,
with thoughts of my first real love,
that tragically ended in my own hands,
Because in the end,
I have no one to blame,
I must live with.
To LoveOnly in my dreamsTo Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be appreciated.
To be loved.
To know that you're needed.
That's all I'm really asking for
I'd never dare to ask for more
It's the only thing I need
but it's still only in my dreams
You make me, completely, dead on the inside
You never, considered, how hard it is to hide
these feelings of sincerity
How I wish I had clarity
The moment you walked into my life
I wished that I could make you mine
But I cant
It's still only in my dreams.
Now what is there left that I can do?
I've tried so hard to think it through
But you still don't have a clue
I just want to be with you
Beast of the Apocalypse 2: The Scarlet Beastand there was granted it to give breath to the image of the wild beast...Beast of the Apocalypse 2: The Scarlet Beast2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out of the shadows a creature appeared.
I shuddered to think; the fear it'd bring here.
'Twas red as crimson and beastly for sure.
It looked familiar, I'd seen it before.
Those heads, the horns, the diadems on top,
reminded me of the BEAST I once fought.
'Twas breath from that BEAST that brought it to life.
A shadow, a mirror, sure to cause strife.
Hark! A voice cried out, "The BEAST has a name,
a curious name brings the BEAST its fame.
Lo! 666 is the name of this BEAST,
on the flesh of men it's determined to feast."
Then strangely enough, it was but was not;
with help 'twas then raised up from the rot.
The world gives worship, it's long what it's sought;
divine retribution will bring it to naught.
Revelation 13: 11-18; 17:1-8
Gumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter two3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"No, Rin! You know that yogurt you ate was mine!" A voice that belonged to Luka woke me up.
"Please Luka, it was just yogurt! Go buy more!" Rin yelled dryly.
They stood in front of Rin's desk. Luka had her hands on her hips, with a glare fixed on Rin's face that lacked in emotion. I blinked on rubbed my eyes before I made a noise. "Do you guys really have to fight in here?"
They both turned to me. "Gumi, I'm so sorry I woke you! Rin, was just being a pain." Luka apologized innocently.
With a sigh Rin spoke up, "I was hungry, and had some yogurt because Neru ate all the cereal. I was not being a pain!" I exhaled and shook my head.
"Rin say sorry for not asking if you could have it, Luka don't be so greedy it's not a million dollars it's yogurt." Rin mumbled a sorry, and so did Luka.
Before Luka could find another thing to argue with her about I shoved her out. Rin sat at her desk, and messed around on the computer. I glanced to see the time was eight. Groggily, I
Existence of God Part 2The second way is from the nature of the efficient cause. In the world of sense we find there is an order of efficient causes. There is no case known (neither is it, indeed, possible) in which a thing is found to be the efficient cause of itself; for so it would be prior to itself, which is impossible. Now in efficient causes it is not possible to go on to infinity, because in all efficient causes following in order, the first is the cause of the intermediate cause, and the intermediate is the cause of the ultimate cause, whether the intermediate cause be several, or only one. Now to take away the cause is to take away the effect. Therefore, if there be no first cause among efficient causes, there will be no ultimate, nor any intermediate cause. But if in efficient causes it is possible to go on to infinity, there will be no first efficient cause, neither will there be an ultimate effect, nor any intermediate efficient causes; all of which is plainly false. Therefore it is necessary toExistence of God Part 23 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Fallen StarLying on the ground, head throbbingFallen Star5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Opens her eyes, looks up at the sky
Confused thoughts overflowing in her mind
Tries to sit up, head begins to spin
Aching body protests, injured from the fall
She looks to the shining stars, her sisters in the heavens
Daughters of the moon, glowing like fireflies in the summer
She begins to remember, like a memory long since past
A rip in the sky, a passage between Heaven and Earth
Curiousity grabbed hold of her, enticing her to look within
Stumble into it, plunging into the land under the moon
Where humans walk in the shadow of places forgotten by the sun
A dark place, not the grand world she was once led to believe
Shiver in her thin dress, hugging her pale, delicate frame
The pale blue of forget-me-nots, shot with silver like beads of dew
Barefeet sinking in the soft ground as she stands, trembling
Looks around, all alone, empty silence
Homesick and lonesome, tears sliding down her face
Notice something from the corner of her eye, a small movement
Types of AngelsSERAPHIMTypes of Angels4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Meaning: Fiery, Burning
Description/Functions: Positioned above the Throne of GOD
Constantly praise and worship GOD
Act as agents of cleansing and Holiness
Hemingway Would Hate ThisThe trouble with the Boy was that he didn't have the heart of Shakespeare, the voice of Poe, nor the soul of Wordsworth, nor the knowledge of Rembrandt in his darkest days. He didn't have a trace of Michaelangelo's spirit nor the angst of Carvaggio and this on its own was enough to dissuade him from understanding that technique was far better than solidarity and possession far more ageless than youth.Hemingway Would Hate This3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He didn't have any of this knowledge because his father hadn't had the courage to tell him that he needed all the qualities of these great men, to win over the heart of a woman who had the dreams of Austen, the ideas of Da Vinci and the scent of a high priestess of Venetian origin.
The Girl was all those things and more, and her value, her estimate in the market of souls was higher than most. She was an angel amongst Gods, and He should never have let her go into the world thinking that it was Keats hearted. Because like all women who live their lives story shaped, she was soon broken by
A MermanOnce upon a time there was a girlA Merman7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her hair was clear and draped with many pearls
She spent her days out on a golden shore
And walked along the beach reciting lore
There had once been a merman there they say
He played in waves of deep blue sea all day
And courted by the maids of land he was
But never joined them on the land because
He had a lover, deep below the sea
But trapped, as though an animal may be
By jealous nymphs who never liked to share
Who found the lover's beauty far too rare
One day the merman left his idle joys
And dove below the current to destroy
The prison that had kept his love away
So that together they could always stay
The sea was cold and made it hard to see
But he swam on and with an honest plea
He begged the nymphs to let their captive go
And in exchange he gave his very soul
A better gift the nymphs had not received
And in return they set the lover free
From darkest depths the couple swam to sun
With glory of the battle they had won
The mortals on the shore saw
The swanThe swan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A love swan heart
forming in a shallow
river water an
See it glide in the
moonlight with an
armful of white
across the stream.
CursedCursed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Great, another boring science class and now the teacher has to leave for an unexpected meeting. I was lying on the floor staring at the substitute teacher, other kids' feet, backpacks and trash. I looked back up at Fiona. She was sitting at her little desk working furiously on a quiz. I could see the gears grinding against her skull as she was trying to remember an answer. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail to keep her hair out of her eyes while she worked. She was also wearing her mask again. Everyone has a mask you know, like most people have daemons. Daemons, for your information, are animal manifestations of a persons soul. We are just not corporal nor visible to other human beings, just other daemons. I myself is Fi's Daemon and will from hereon in narrate the story. Deal. I think Fiona's mask would look like a clown mask, always smiling though lately the ribbons in the back have been wearing thin. The bell rang. The mass of sophomores g
WhyWhy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
not a love poem.I'm not going to write about pluckingnot a love poem.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
petals off of lifelines
or your cinnamon irises that
i g n i t e behind fluttered lids
I'm not going to write about paper-clip cardiac muscles
bursting through my thorax
or your smiles lines
(which I memorized from left to right)
I'm not going to write about inconsequential movie scenes
stored in the front corner of my brain that
won't stop playing on repeat
I'm going to write about the charcoal contours
painted beneath your eyes
every grapefruit dawn as clouds illuminate
belt-buckles and (tear)stained pillows
I'm going to write about worrylines and
our bitter birdsongs that
bounce off each other
like hymns ending on an imperfect cadence
I'm going to write about a ghost of faerie dust and
jittered beats as you
p r o m i s e me needs that surpass cigarette butts
and shiny new hair
(Everything's fine as long as I have pretty hair)
I'm not going to write about littered endearments
In LoveIn LoveIn Love7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The way I blush when I think of you,
The way I smile when I remember your words-
The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you-
The way I wanna go to bed early,
Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand,
The way I write your name on my schoolpapers-
The way I wish I shared every class with you,
The way my heart beats faster,
And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl,
Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else-
And I'm just like every story,
Hoping for a love-filled ending-
Because I'm human too,
And I somehow still feel-
After all I've been through,
I still feel love-
So we look like Sid and Nancy,
Walking together hand-in-hand-
And I couldn't have been happier,
The night we met-
Already sharing our life stories,
I'm not alone anymore-
And I love you,
And you love me too...
SeasonsSeasons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The seasons bowed down to her,
closely following her heels,
and danced attendance on her path.
They brought her
the begging gold and rose
when leaves peeled back
the sky in glee
and turned her mornings mellow.
They hid the forest floor
and bit back the branches,
draping her afternoons in white
and winds that couched her dreams.
They heralded the spring
in breezes blue and bright,
soft with aching grasses,
in robins' eggs and starlings' songs
and the bright crown of daffodils.
They slipped her into summer
with softly waning heat
that rolled the evening into thunder
and bathed the footpaths
newly sprung to life each morn.
And yet she scarce repaid their splendor,
leaving grace to chance,
granting a glancing nod
every now and then
and a fleeting hope
for them to gather at her feet
and gaze longingly
upon her lovely face
ResurrectionResurrection3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
Pray for an end of MingiAmong some tribes in the Omo River Valley in southwestern EthiopiaPray for an end of Mingi2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
certain children are considered Mingi (Impure, Ritually polluted)
Reasons for being declared Mingi are:
Being born out of wedlock.
Being the result of an unplanned pregnancy.
Being born a twin.
Being born with a cleft lip or palate.
Being born with some sort of deformity or imperfection.
Having one's genitals injured in some way.
Having ones teeth develop in the upper jaw before the lower jaw.
Chipping a tooth during childhood.
Children declared Mingi are considered cursed by the spirits.
It is believed that if allowed to live a Mingi child will bring misfortune to the community.
Children declared Mingi are either abandoned to die or killed.
Mingi children are either drowned, starved, or, in the case of infants,
have dirt stuffed in their mouths so that they choke to death.
Please, please pray that this evil practice stop!
INFO AND WAYS TO HELP.
Even the stars let me down.I won't ever be the girl.Even the stars let me down.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No matter how many times I wake up on the faded old couch in your second floor apartment, I won't be the kind of girl you actually want to take home. No matter how much you think you do as you migrate across the room to get closer to meas if we're magnetic. As if there is some invisible force pulling you to me like gravity.
Except I swear to God, there's none of that and I'm less inclined to believe that love works like this. Like it's some tangible thing that we can prove, define or rationalize. Like there really are some invisible strings holding us together. Like people can actually feel something forever. I still don't see it since I don't ever feel anything that lastsbesides emptiness. I can't imagine how anyone can.
Still I stay here, until I find myself tossing and turning at four am with your breath hot against my shoulder blades, and I'm finally figuring out that I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, because I think I might be doin
JapanxReader ~ I heard thatJapanxReader ~ I heard that2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Turn left. Turn right. Make a U-turn. Make a left turn at the fifth stop sign. Keep on going for another... *calculating* ... 50 miles.
"WHAT?!" You shrieked as you hit the breaks. Your car instantly stopped, almost making you hit your head on the steering wheel. Glaring at your newly bought GPS, you took a hold of it and threw it angrily outside your window.
Cheap crap, I knew I shouldn't have bought that GPS from that suspicious looking guy in the white van...
Sighing to yourself, you pushed a curl of hair behind your ear and restarted your car engine to get back onto the road. Technically, you were on your way to your friend Kiku's house. You had borrowed a couple of manga books from him and were intending on returning them to him as soon as possible. Luckily, today was a free day for you, and so you took that rare opportunity to drive to his place. Problem was, it had been a while since you last visited him and you couldn't quite remember where to go. And that's when