The Familiar Stranger Chapter 1Chapter 1 - Unwelcome ReunionThe Familiar Stranger Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By - SoulDragonWithFlow
Under the cover of starlit darkness, a lone spirit stood on the edge of oblivion, the silver moonlight reflecting off his inky black scales. The young male dragon considered his surroundings through closed eyes, his sharp hunter senses picking up tiny movements from the weary woodland creatures around him. Breathing steadily, his sharp hearing picked up the faint hoot of a stealthy barn owl hunting a tiny rodent in the distance and the smell of fresh water from the nearby river soothed his sinuses as the dense, cool, midnight air filled his lungs. Raiko felt his heart beginning to race in anticipation of what was to come. He thought of how long it had been since he had done this, the events which had grounded him in the first place, and of his beloved Twilight who had revived his broken spirit, allowing his soul to shine once again. A revival which now meant Raiko was free to do what felt most natural to him, without the pain
:Prologue:Hakase Ishi was a scientist, plain and simple. He had come to this facility to make a name for himself and to challenge his intelligence. Now all he could think about was staying alive. Some how, his perfect world had come crashing down around him.:Prologue:11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Damn it!" Hakase jumps aside, barely in time to avoid a fellow scientist barreling through the hall, only to be ambushed by the wicked black demons ahead. He was one of Number Seven's technicians. I met him once. I think his name was Jim. Hakase catalogued it all in the back of his mind absently. He always had done this when looking at his surroundings.
A computerized female voice then came over the intercom, "Warning. Holding cells one through six have been breached. Please evacuate the compound. Lockdown will commence in ten minutes."
During his momentary detachment from reality, one of the beasts raised its head to seemingly look at him. Though they didn't have eyes to speak of, he could feel their hot and hungry gaze u
The Deceitful TextbookThe Deceitful Textbook3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Deceitful Textbook
■ Grimoire ■ 27-? ■ Cleric?
Collab part 1Laic sat quietly in her chambers, the smell of incense and candles strong in the air while she meditated. She sat cross legged apon a large pillow made especially for her meditations. They would be arriving at the rendezvous point with the Moshathra soon and she wanted to make some final preparations before they arrived. Her eyes closed, she focused her mind to become one with Cetanu. She had disabled everything that could possibly disrupt her while she worked. But a sudden sharp clanging at her portal caused her snarl to angrily. Who dare intrude on her meditations so impetuously! "Come!" she growled, fully prepared to tear off the arm of whoever had interupted her. She stood and turned, she was wearing nothing but a medallion around her neck, to see the wrech.Collab part 110 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
But she calmed when she saw it was ship's counselor, F'lar. She rather liked the small and frail appearing male. Many called him an ooman with a pretty face, she could see how he had recieved that nickname. I remember hearing h
Predator: Collab PrologueThe room was dimly lit. Soft Rays of filtered, white light danced across the furniture in it; A spacious bed, two tall dressers, a beautifully embroidered armchair, and an extravagantly made fixture on the ceiling. Each branch of the object was adorned with a different skull or bone. The room's walls were gently touched by the soft light, and barely echoed the 'tac-tac-tac' from long, heavily-ringed fingers sweeping across a wide keyboard, the many exotic furs and skins that decorated the walls muffling the sounds. On a closer inspection, the white lights were emitted by a large computer screen in the corner of the room, and the 'tac-tac-tac' was coming from one very exhausted Yautja.Predator: Collab Prologue10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
With a loll of her head across the back of her shoulders, Sar'idikk uttered a low groan, getting frustrated with how her eyes kept shifting out of focus as she read. Her thick tendrils drummed against her skin noiselessly when she shifted them from one side to another, and it wasn't long before she reache
Predator: Star-Crossed: PrologPredator: Star-Crossed: Prolog10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chronology note: This story takes place a few months after "A Lesson in Humility" and a few months before "Glory Days."
Predator: Star-Crossed: Prologue
The Yautja Khan'nai, muscular of build, bronzed and spotted of skin, leaned back in the navigation officer's chair and stuck his taloned feet up on the console. He folded one knee over the other and relaxed. He jiggled about in his blue-and-gold dlex armor to find that perfectly comfortable position – that position he could keep for one hour or for six. Wriggle, wriggle; clank, crunch… There. The individual plates settled around him without digging into his back, and the leather breeches were not bunched up beneath one buttock. Much better.
Khan'nai turned his attention to the stringed instrument in his lap and began to tune it and pluck the twelve strings. The warrior strummed the lute and hummed thoughtfully to himself:
To Become A ClericTo Become A Cleric4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To Become a Cleric
Wanted ads on the bulletin board were always alike. Even after the many times they were updated, each request still wanted the same thing: A bulky warrior with a dog's brain capacity or a Cleric with healing abilities. Though the ads never stated which kind of cleric abilities
220 Thread CountShe wanted to sleep,220 Thread Count2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to shut her sea-shell eyes and wait
until she was remembered; found
and prised open. Maybe then she would be
finished - stable - content
with eighty good years behind her
and a few more gathered
soft and pink on the horizon.
They must have chosen a pattern
too small; she wasn't cut out
for all this confusion.
Each day a patchwork of choices unfolded
but her threadbare wisdom
couldn't keep her on course.
She wanted to slip between the seams of time
and see what she was weaving toward.
Then maybe she could grasp
the phantom thread of her future
before it was lost in the grain.
CarcinogensMy hands smellCarcinogens2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
SORTEO 2O POINTSHoli! Ya sabrán que somos 1OO watchers, así que:SORTEO 2O POINTS2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
SORTEARÉ 20 POINTS
[La la la la] [Nuu] [:happybounce:] [:squee:] [La la la la] [Nuu] [:happybounce:] [:squee:] [La la la la] [Nuu]
Para participar debes:
[Bullet; Pink] Tenerme en +watch [Added to my devWatch!]
[Bullet; Pink] Dar a [+fav] a esta deviantion de literatura
[Bullet; Pink] Hacer un journal con el link de esta daviantion diciendo que participen de mi sorteo [Bookdiva]
[Bullet; Pink] Comentá "Yo participo" o algo así (?) [Pencil]
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[damphyr] El sorteo terminará el 1O de octubre (un día antes de mi cumple ^^)
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Elephant SpeaksI knew that I could dance - I knew.Elephant Speaks2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The animals that can are few.
It's parrots, people, and then me.
What is it that we share, we three?
Put down your hook, you young mahout.
Play me the Beatles' "Twist and Shout."
Just InstinctPerched upon a high tree branch, a cloaked figure watched curiously.Just Instinct5 years ago in Settings More Like This
All around, the once green and humid jungle now smoldered softly, the flames dying down as dusk fell on the area. What was once a bustling but secluded campsite was now all but deserted and glowing from the flames that had swept through it. What screams of panic there had been from this fire and mayhem had since passed.
Scanning the jungle floor, the figure checked for signs of life. The layout of the camp was fairly simple; a circular living area hosting half a dozen large tents with a few raised platforms for surveillance. Surrounding this living area was about an acre of very carefully tended crops. There were several decimated bodies strewn across the campsite across the ground, in the surveillance lifts, and some hidden in the tents but none of them had the bright, warm glow of pink and orange that registered life through the lenses of the beings' helmet.
What a disappointment
Yautja LanguageAYautja Language5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alcoholic drink: Cn'tlip
I agree/I understand: Ki'sei
All too easy: Gkei'moun
Artificial Being: Je'mar (single) Ju'mar (plural)
Afternoon: Taan M-di'kal
"The battle dreamtime": Mesh'in'ga
"Brave One": Yeyinde
Birth of xenomorph from host, chestburster eruptive phase: Z'skvy-de
Battle arena/training hall/dojo: Kehrite
Blood bond (used to fuse strands of hair into dreadlocks): Thwei'tek
Bloodstone: Tjau'ke Thwei
Berserker: H'ulij-bpe Thwei-te
Combat stance/fighting position: Hiju
Child maker (female Yautja, male insult): Lou-dte Kalei
Coward, pathetic, low and demeaning description: S'yuit-de
Completely centred, within oneself: Zazin
To be cleaned/To be clean: S'ke'i-te
Combat Exo-suit: Ek'so-Oota
Comma, Waking Death: Dhi'ki-de
mythi ammyth1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere beyond hurricanes made
only of butterflies
and carpets pushing moss
between your toes
and trees that rut green
against stained glass
and dandelion clocks that blow
june around the snow-capped peaks
of your shoulders and the mountain
valleys of your collarbones
"we are all just stories"
and i have mine to tell
if we're all myths
strung up on strings of dragonfly wings
let me walk on fire i stole from
mount olympus, let me open pandora's box
of phoenix flames flashing purple and blue
and let me be a girl wearing a queen's skin
or cloaks of thistledown and lost baby
Our Peaceless EarthA grand world filled with wonders so brightOur Peaceless Earth2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
was presented to man, but despite
good intent, men still dare
fight o're land meant to share.
"Let us tear it in half!" yelled in spite.
Powers of a Demi-god perlogueRidge did not know what happened. He had been sitting on his couch drinking some imported hard cider and reading a book when a small egg-shaped object crashed through the window. Then he awoke and found himself in a very damp and dark cell. He concentrated his powers on teleporting home, but before the spell was completed a hot burning pain coursing through his back. Ridge screamed out in pain and accidently let go of the unfinished spell. It exploded and slammed Ridge against the obsidian and diamond wall of his cell. He lay there gritting his teeth against the immense amount of pain. Ridge heard the door to his cell open and a tall figured stood in the doorway.Powers of a Demi-god perlogue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Awwww the might Ridge cant use his powers. Guess we finally get to find out how much of a demi-god you really are. Ridges eyes widened when the figure placed a torch on the wall and faced him.
Xephos?!Why?! Ridge said.
Because Ridge Im going to steal your power.&
Spliced BiohazardSpliced Biohazard2 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Quick Historical Account of Dren 2.0
I never had a chance at a normal childhood, never. It wasn’t my fault…those are words I often find myself repeating so I won’t plunge into my familiar self-loathing. My father was a monster, literally a fucking monster. I never met him, he was quickly killed in the short time he was alive and managed to impregnate my mother. I wouldn’t come to learn the exact details of how he came to be and why for many, many years. Mom, or Elsa on the other hand, was there from the beginning…in a way. I didn’t have a normal childhood remember? So naturally my relationship with mom would be unusual and kind of fucked up. I can’t recall any time when she wasn’t wearing her white lab coat and jotting down notes during our encounters. Not exactly the nurturing type. To this day I’m confused as to just what we were to each other, because she really did have her softer moments sometime
Fiction: Ulfric's LettersFiction: Ulfric's Letters2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sit here writing to you though I know these letters may never be seen by you. Still, I have some hope that maybe if by writing out my feelings and all the things I have wanted to tell you might prepare me for the day I can say these to you in person. Father might say I was foolish to go chasing after you and then joining the Legion but when the Great War started, how could I stand by and see the Empire struggle? Were they not our protectors of our home? Did they not rely on us to come to their aid should the need arise? We are Nords, we are the ones who answer the call to war from our allies. I don't pretend to understand the complexities of politics or the Emperor's mind but the people of Cyrodiil are our distant kinsmen.
Despite joining the Legion, I still held out hope to find you. I know that you were a part of the Legion, also. How could you not be, being the daughter of a general? You were never
KelemvorWhat happens when we die?Kelemvor3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Such a frightening question, that. Some say we merely cease to exist. Being one of the faithless myself, I cannot decide which fate would be worse: to come at last to naught and be unremembered, or to wake suddenly in the Gray Waste and realize everything the clerics tried to peddle to me about the afterlife was true. Lord Kelemvor may or may not be heartless, but he is Judge of the Damned, and must remain objective to a fault. Hidden behind his silver mask, he is enigmatic, unreadable even to his Chosen. It is more than daunting to be confronted by someone I know very little about, when he holds the manuscript of my life in his hands and has memorized every word. I dread looking into the argent mirrors of his eyes and being condemned for eternity to the Wall of the Faithless.
... Perhaps I do know which fate would be worse, after all.
Forever and Always ch 1Forever and Always ch 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Forever and always
Chapter one Confessions
(This is AU where they all live in the same area. Don't like it? Don't read it. And this is also Male on Male, so if you don't like that, don't read either. KK thanks. C: )
Dirk Strider was completely dumbfounded. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, or reading to be more precise. Or wait, was he dreaming? This was one of his dreams again wasn't it? One of the many parallel realities he'd much rather be currently living in than the somewhat dull and boring reality he lived in now, though this was all beside the current point. Was he REALLY reading this correctly? He couldn't be.
GT: Mister strider... I do believe, though my fear of being harshly rejected had deterred me from telling you this for many a years now, I have feelings for you.
Dirk slid back in his chair from his laptop, leaning his head back and staring at his ceiling. Jake did have feelings for him, but he'd always thought them to be of the... friendly type. Like be