To Become A ClericTo Become A Cleric3 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
The Deceitful TextbookThe Deceitful Textbook3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Deceitful Textbook
■ Grimoire ■ 27-? ■ Cleric?
: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
Long Night Between Stars 01Long Night Between Stars 016 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Long Night Between Stars
Part 1: "Humility"
If I can say "I survived The Attack of the Evil Dwarf Queen" and at the end of the day retain my sense of dignity, I can consider it a good day's work. If my friend tells the whole clan about The Attack of the Evil Dwarf Queen and Chaunn's Utter Mortification at the Claws Thereof and I still retain my dignity, why, I'm very brave indeed! If my barking-mad father decides to write a drinking song about it I'm obliged to throw in the towel, drink my shots, and sing along with the rest of the guys.
* * *
The yautja arbiter, Chaunn'tne-di, found an unexpected message waiting for her from the head of her local precinct. She opened the message on her datapad, and she snarled invective at old Fleh'renne as she read the first few words.
Arbiter Chaunn, respectful greetings. You're going to take some tim
The Final RequestTHE FINAL REQUESTThe Final Request4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I grow impatient, my Dai'chaus."
Seated on an elegantly carved throne of metal, marble and bone, an elderly Yautja spoke. Time showed in every wrinkle on her face, and every crease could tell a story. Her spotted markings were fading, and her tan skin sagged about her jowls. But her yellow eyes burned. Leaning back into her ornamented chair, the Elder toyed with one of her mandibles, chewing the tip slowly a habit she had developed when her teeth began disappearing. " And I am growing too old."
In front of her, two younger female Yautja knelt on a large animal skin across the stony floor. The shared a similar spotted pattern across their body, in kind with the Old one. The largest Yautja out of the three sat to the right of the Elder and faced her. She had small, dark, cat-like spots and a light-colored belly. She had no crest to speak of and was adorned with gold jewelry. The Yautja on the left facing the Elder was the smallest of the three
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
Biography on Sar'idikkBiography on Sar'idikk10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Nickname(s): Sar'i, Sidi (used by Kwei)
Name Meaning: The Giver
Human Codename: "The Ocelot"
Age: 312 (Approximately 30-years-old if compared to a human life-span)
Status/Rank: Intelligence Officer aboard the Dachande/Honored
Father N'Kyhda (Recently branded a BadBlood; Whereabouts unknown)
Mother (Alive and Aging Gracefully; Located on the Home Planet)
Half Sister Tituga (Matriarch of Dachande and close friend)
Child Kwei (Adopted 'Ooman' daughter; stays with Sar'idikk onboard Dachande)
Weight: 280 lbs.
Height: 7 feet, 4 inches (Approximately 29 Noks)
Bust: 55 inches (Roughly 18 Noks)
Waist: 43 inches (Roughly 14 Noks)
Hips: 58 inches (Roughly 19 Noks)
BIOGRAPHY AND BEHAVIOR:
On board the Dachande, Sar'idikk is the smallest female. Her body size isn't normal for a typical healthy female, and is the result of a childhood virus that tried to t
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
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
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:
DarkDon't get lost in the darkDark2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A creature is lurking around
Running after you
Killing is the only thing on its mind
Predator: Ruin"Uh, Torachande?" Came the unmistakeable voice of Jade, Torachande's newest addition to his ship, the Moshathra. "I hate to bother you, but... There's a problem." Torachande's brow furrowed, and the older Hunter clacked his mandibles in irritation. Jade observed his obvious disdain at being interrupted, and lowered her gaze, giving a small bow. "It is urgent, Leader." She offered demurely. Torachande's eyes slid open, and he eased out of his meditative posture, and then to his feet. "What is it, then?" He growled out, crossing arms over his chest. It was obvious that he was displeased, even angry, but he was holding his temper in check. "It is best that I show you. I... don't understand it myself, Leader." She responded, shrinking some to hopefully discourage him from lashing out at her.Predator: Ruin5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Torachande never had, but she had seen him punish Drae'gar before for his insolence, and was not eager to face the same punishment. "Very well. Lead on." He snapped. Jade rapidly turned and
.Someday, I'll spread.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
these fragile wings,
lace my feathers
up tight, and
The Final Request: Chapter 1The visit with their mother was very pleasant after they accepted her request, returning to how their visits normally went. They shared stories about their recent travels, savored the cooking they loved and grew up with, and enjoyed their new nieces and nephews and cousins. But there was a heaviness in the air that neither of them wanted to acknowledge. And it stayed with them even as they sped through the stars toward their home-away-from-home, the Dechende.The Final Request: Chapter 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
The short journey home was very quiet. Each of the sisters decided to remain in their chambers for the ride home. It was as though to say their thoughts and worries out loud would only solidify their obligations further. It was only when they docked with the Dechende that they made eye contact, and even then neither could find a voice to speak.
"Mook'aya!" A shrill voice rang out through the docking area, echoing from a tiny body being carried by a very large, dark Yautja. Sar'idikk turned in the direction of that voice, chuckling
Before we have Breakfast: Prolouge“Ah~” And exasperated sigh left the lips and lungs of a well dressed, well established man. He sat in his plush silky gold embroidered chair taking a crimson book and places it on his lap. He drank from a clean glass, down his throat slipped the deep violet wine he had waited to open for this moment. In this moment he was about to relive a memory he had not yet found himself ready for until now.Before we have Breakfast: Prolouge2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Until now there was nothing in his life that needed to revisit this memory. Until now it was only him doing what he needed and having fun. Until now he never needed a reminder. In the thick book held all the things he had experienced upon meeting his oldest friend. After taking in so many apprentices he needed to be reminded of his troubles up to this point.
He had never treated his work than anything other than a game. Without this he felt so alone and so hurt. In truth he forced himself to learn to enjoy what he did.
“Zodiac?” A name called from behind him. His head tu
SORTEO 2O POINTSHoli! Ya sabrán que somos 1OO watchers, así que:SORTEO 2O POINTS2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
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Qui'mi BiographyQui'mi Biography10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nickname(s): Ki Ki, Mi Mi (Using any of these infuriate her)
Name Meaning: Hostile
Human Codename: "The Emerald Serpent"
Age: 207 (Approximately 20-years-old if compared to a human life-span)
Father Deceased (Was a well respected Ancient before he passed)
Brother Qui'ru (Older sibling, very opposite her in personality)
Height: 8 feet, 11 inches (Approximately 35 Noks)
Bust: 61 inches (Roughly 20 Noks)
Waist: 50 inches (Roughly 16 Noks)
Hips: 65 inches (Roughly 21 Noks)
BIOGRAPHY AND BEHAVIOR:
On board the Dachande, Qui'mi is the residential hot head among the youths on board. She's arrogant, brash, and very contemptuous to anyone who crosses her, and finds it an absolute necessity to bully and push her anyone she deems weak. Unfortuately, Qui'mi can usually get away with it she's one of
The Final Request - Chapter 2--------------------------------------------------------------------------------The Final Request - Chapter 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Kari'kalei'lou. The festival of fertility. There was only one more full moon between now and then. And she knew this well. As much as she avoided checking the calendar or monitoring the stars, she knew. Her body could tell time and it was driving her crazy.
Sitting silently in her darkened chambers, Tituga perched rigidly upon her bed, her legs folded beneath her. Her hands lay in her lap, clasped tightly with anxiety and irritation. Despite the calming, spiced fragrance of in-scents wafting through the air, stress still coursed through her veins. She kept her eyes shut tight, hoping for some concentration to steady her worries.
It astonished her with every passing season how much pull she felt towards Kari'Kalei'lou. Her body had been ready for pups for a few seasons, but this current season seemed to feel the worst. Her entire being felt like a vessel for rushing hormones and emotions, and
Elephant SpeaksI knew that I could dance - I knew.Elephant Speaks1 year 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."
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
I AmI am single,I Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Are We There Yet?Caught between the bud and bloom.Are We There Yet?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
220 Thread CountShe wanted to sleep,220 Thread Count1 year 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.