The First Night - RyvardaThe First NightThe First Night - Ryvarda8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Story of Meadowsweet and Dandelion
The herd of hyksis sprawled across the sundappled clearing as the swollen sun blazed its final glory across the sky to the west. Led by a single, powerfully built buck, the dals slowly began settling in for the night. Gathered in small groups, some tore hungry mouthfuls of the rich summer grasses while others dipped graceful deer-like heads to taste the crystal waters of a rushing stream. Long, rabbity ears were constantly in motion, ever-alert for signs of danger. The broad-shouldered buck restlessly patrolled the perimeter of the makeshift camp, his impressive antlers lifted proudly, daring any to challenge his authority. At the edge of the clearing, where the forest began to creep in, a single silvery dal struck out with sharp hoofclaws, earning herself an incautious ground mouse for dinner. A few knobby-kneed kyfaws bleated playfully, foreheads butting against their mothers' bellies as they nursed, tails flickering in the fading
You Save Me - RyvardaYou Save Me - Ryvarda8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You Save Me
A tale of Alder, Meadowsweet, and Dandelion
The sun was already peeking cheerfully through the leaves above him when Alder woke. Stiffly and slowly, the young buck eased himself to his feet, stretching out his long sinuous body, and shook the film of dew off his coat. Almost mechanically he began to shuffle over to where he knew there was a small stream and stopped by the bank, dipping his muzzle into it. The coolness of the liquid gave him new energy, putting paid to the last of his morning drowsiness, and he threw his head up, spattering droplets over his back, before plunging his whole face into the water.
They felt good, moments like these. They were small and rather far between, but when one happened he could almost remember to feel alive again.
And yet it was always moments like these that brought on fresh pangs, as the forgotten emotion reminded him why he had not felt properly lighthearted in so long. The loss of his dam was still a gaping wound, and h
Spreading GS Love - ImilshipSpreading GS Love - Imilship8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mia sighed heavily, smoothing her long skirts with her pale hands. She shouldnt be here. She shouldnt have gone up this path... The trail up Mount Aleph...
Mornings pale sunlight was gradually growing stronger, warmth spreading across the bold green leaves of the stunted trees, the patchy grass, the fast-growing weeds and bushes. The mountain had recovered swiftly from its eruption. It had taken no time at all, even with floods and earthquakes, for the wounded land to flourish with vegetation again. Alchemy was a powerful force of good...
Mia had never been up the famous peak before, so she didnt know how different it had once been. She had seen Vale once before, when she met Garets sister and a few other members of the village during their journey. They hadnt had the time to give her and Ivan an actual tour, though.
Aleph had sank into the ground, taking the Vale shed seen with it. Now the peak was little more than a tall hill, but still, she
Iberis: The EndLoosestrife prowled along the river, nose to the ground. The herd had already settled into their new location, and it was about time he roamed this area to search for any herds that might be about. Perhaps he could make off with a dal or two. Juniper would be watching over his dals, making sure that none of them ran off.Iberis: The End9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So far, there had been no scents that were particularly interesting. He had scented some Hyksi further up, closer to the forest, but the scent was several days old and hadn't seemed to lead anywhere. All the same, it might mean that there was a herd about. He'd just have to keep looking, though it was obvious from the way they had managed to mask their trail that they were a cunning bunch. He would see where following the flow of the river would lead him.
The woods were getting thicker, and the beds of reeds thickened and grew more green. Loosestrife hissed through his teeth as the sodden ground tugged at his feet but he kept moving, panting slightly as a sudden wave o
FE - It Could Be WorseRath knew coming to the bar was a bad idea. He wasn't quite sure why he agreed to come, he's never really cared for drinking, so why he came was still a mystery to him.FE - It Could Be Worse10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, oh, Rath! Rath! Um… oh, I forgot what I was going to say. Oh, um… oops. I'm so sorry. …Yeah."
Oh yes, Rath remembered now. Wil. Wil bounced excitedly in his seat, grinning in a sort of lazy, drunken manner, then babbled on about something Rath didn't particularly care to listen to.
They, the army, that is, had finally found a town to rest in. Many were thankful, because you can only spend so many nights sleeping in tents before the ground takes its toll on your body. And because towns meant Inns and Inns meant beds and beds meant no more sore backs or complaining Serras or Farinas or Hectors or anyone else, for that matter. Towns also meant there would be women and bars, so Sain was perfectly content to go wandering off on his own. That is, until Kent stopped him and dragged him back to the Inn, all the while mutte
WanderlustAll kender have a dream when they are young. They dream of the flowing rivers and the playful fish that live in them. They dream of the bright sun smiling down on them as they rush across the deserts, seeing the sand sparkle like diamonds as if they were hiding some treasure deep underneath. They dream of the monstrous mountains, of climbing up them hand over hand, hoping to find an ancient dragon sleeping on a treasure trove. They never think of the consequences such as what if they fell into the crushing rapids, what if they burned up in the desert, or what if they got eaten by the dragon. Because they knew that life was meant for living, and that nothing was ever certain. If they had got to see the dragon's pointed face from only three feet away only to be swallowed up the next minute, they would tell you it was worth it all. Exploring was its own reward.Wanderlust8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tasslehoff had the dream when he was five years old, and had ran to his mother shouting, "Mom! Mom! I had this dream where I s
February Haiku 09-1-February Haiku 097 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
flitting in the wind
the swallows are far from home
clothes fly by the dryer window,
backgrounds in a Roadrunner cartoon
trees paint their nails;
in cling film
of a snowman
by a girl in hot pants
not everything is black and white
buying frozen mince
in a knitted red jumper
windows in a block of flats
snow wilts into the mud;
squeezing under bridges;
roads fat with traffic
snowflakes on lashes
in the branches of trees
bent old men lost in the dark
in front of a cyclist;
diners fling crumbs
unsteady rhythm on the roof;
against the sky
Operation:Make the Nomad LaughHow did I end up in this group again? Wil wondered as he listened to the conversation going on around him. By day, most of the members of the company fought together, but by dinnertime, they all split off into different groups, and Wil had ended up in one of the most different groups he had ever seen.Operation:Make the Nomad Laugh8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There were about eight people, Wil included, seated around a small fire. Rebecca sat across from Wil, half propped against her boyfriend Lowen, who had also made the delicious soup they were all enjoying. Next to Rebecca was Serra, who was babbling incoherently about some sort of plan to break up Pent and Louise via Erk, because obviously Erk and Louise are made for each other and who are you to tell me otherwise Rebecca? </i>I wonder if she was dropped when she was born,</i> Wil thought.
Dart was sitting next to Wil, muttering half-drunkenly about sea monsters and ending every other sentence with a loud belch and the line "and that's how I got that scar on mah assh." Wil had to ad
FE - GigglingWil giggled softly, trying to muffle his laughter with his hand so no one would hear, as Rath placed light kisses all over his body.FE - Giggling10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Rath… Rath, stop it! It – it tickles!" Wil pleaded half-heartedly between giggles as Rath kissed down the length of his chest and stomach.
Rath didn't respond to the command, just merely rested his head upon Wil's stomach, listening to Wil's slow breathing. After a few moments of silence, Rath clasped their hands, lifting them upwards to gaze at how neatly their hands seem to fit together. He stared at them intently for a moment, and Wil was just about to ask what he was doing, before Rath drew the fingers towards his mouth and started placing feathery kisses on them, shifting forward to move up Wil's arm with the sweet caresses.
"Rath!" Wil protested weakly, trying his hardest not start laughing. It wasn't his fault though, not really, that he was ticklish. And he usually wasn't this ticklish either, but Rath's light kisses, his mouth just
In RememberanceNormally, he wouldve been with the others, joining in sharing stories of make believe and the past. The staggering amount of order currently on Tellius wouldve kept him in good health before, during, and after the march.In Rememberance8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But today he couldnt. Not today, of all days. Instead, he sat alone outside the camp; his arms wrapped around his legs, his head resting on his knees, and his white wings folded in. Deep green eyes only half opened, he struggled with his inner thoughts; trying to at last come to terms with all that had happened on this day of all days.
Prince Reyson? Queen Elincia walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. You do not look well shall I fetch some food or water? Or perhaps my staff?
Its...nothing, The heron heard himself reply. Nothing oh how he wished. Im fine.
It doesnt seem like it, Elincia said. This is the first time I have see
Mia's MemoirMia's Memoir6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was only seven years old when he came to live with us. Father said it was sickness that had claimed the boy's parents; that I should treat him kindly, since he was in a great deal of pain. I didn't understand back then, because my mother had passed away during my birth, and I never knew her. But I would never forget the haunted look in those sea-green eyes, as he solemnly took my hand, clasping it silently in the chill winter air. I would never forget the promise my young heart made that I would be the one to make him smile again. That he would never again feel this pain.
As the months went by, Father explained more about who the boy was. Even then, I can remember how tired and worn his face had been, as he wearily told me, "His name is Alex. He's about three years older than you, give or take, and his parents were some of the last Mercury clanners we had left. We were all hoping they would have more children before... well, it's too late for wishes. Treat him like the bro
Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
Deceiving AppearancesDeceiving ApperancesDeceiving Appearances8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Post Radiant Dawn oneshot
Warning(s): Mentions of the facts of life, and yaoi at the end
Rated PG-13 for safety
Youll learn more when youre older.
It was Naesalas, Nealuchis, and Reysons favorite saying when Leanne ever asked about something sensitive.
Of course, she always smiled and nodded whenever they ushered said favorite saying, but on the inside, it hurt more and more each time they said it. Learn when youre older Did they not think the heron princess old enough to learn the truths of life? Of what people who love each other do when theyre in their bedroom together? Or how babies are born?
Even Rolf and Mist knew about that latter one. Why couldnt she?
Youre too innocent. Naesala seemed to think she was some sort of saint.
I could never taint your innocent mind! Nealuchi was overly paranoid
Contest: Naesala x LeanneContest: Naesala x Leanne7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She was easy to spot at the camp, the utterly pristine figure surrounded by all of those warriors dirtied from battle. Her hair radiant, her clothes white, her entire aura more pure than he had ever been, even at birth. That would not deceive him, though, for after all of the years he had known her and even after all of their years apart, he knew that there was a seldom seen devilish side to Leanne. It was Naesalas favourite thing about herand though he hardly wanted to discourage his favourite part of Leanne, it had begun to be a very troublesome thing in the setting of warfare.
Leanne, my dear, Naesala said as he swooped his arm about her waist, his right wing n
Isaac's Final BreathHe saw it. He was sure of it. They all did. Even if it were but a brief moment, the four adepts saw him. It was Saturos. Like a shadow, he made his way up the enormous mountain.Isaac's Final Breath9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So, we're gonna chase him, right?" the redhead, Garet had asked. Even in the wind, his spiky hair stood stiff and tall, just like him.
Isaac nodded silently, his messy blonde hair running over his face. He could not let that man escape. It wasn't just his yearning to stop Saturos' insane plot, but also rage and revenge. Saturos was the main reason Isaac's father had died, he was also responsible for kidnapping his childhood friend, Jenna, along with an old man, Kraden.
"Isaac, I'm not sure if we should chase," Mia said skeptically. Even she, a Mercury adept, shivered in frigid winds, tucking her body inside her icy-blue robe. "Saturos is a dangerous man, and the climb will tire us out, while he'll easily keep his energy." Mia's long sapphire hair was constantly falling over her eyes in these conditions.
Golden Sun: Playing with FireTitle: Playing with FireGolden Sun: Playing with Fire8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Golden Sun
He hated it. Hated it, hated it, hated it. His parents could use Psynergy. His older sister could use Psynergy. Heck! Even Felix was starting to learn Psynergy! But not him. Noooo, it was always, Maybe next year, Garet, or, When youre older, Garet, or, Not until you show some responsibility, Garet.
Did he mention that he hated it?
At his tenth birthday party, he had wished to be taught to use Psynergy. Instead, his big sister Kay had started showing the signs not a week later. That had been two years ago, but he kept wishing for it. Now, Felix was learning, and he wasnt being modest about it, either. Showoff.
And so, while all the other kids were busy being easily impressed by the older boys simple, move item three feet from spot A to spot B, Garet opted to move further downriver. Hanging his feet over the side of the villages southernmost bridge, he couldn&
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
ClaustrophobicClaustrophobic8 years ago in Horror More Like This
My hands are unable to remain silent for long. Through tortured blinks, their control slackens, and they start to screech against the surrounding walls. My brain follows their example – crying aloud for help, shouting at my body to stop running away.
My legs are twisting and turning, my eyes melting until all I can see is blackness; all I can feel are the sickening revulsions and unshakeable impulses that my body is enduring. The air gets tighter with every second that passes, compacting as the walls close in upon me like some sick gang with no motive but to quench their throats with my fear. Always, my legs and arms flail; jumping into the walls, the ceiling, the bed below me – leaping into the darkness in the hope that they’ll escape it.
The room smells of decay – a shiver-inducing scent akin to that of burning sulphur. My brain is still howling, a wolf begging for its companions – longing to be somewhere, anywhere that is safe.
A Clockwork Orange OuttakesA CLOCKWORK ORANGE OUTTAKESA Clockwork Orange Outtakes9 years ago in Comedy More Like This
(Scene: At the underpass.)
STREET BUM: Can you...can you spare some cutter, me brothers? (Alex hits the street bum in the stomach with his cane. As the tramp goes sprawling, the Droogs laugh hysterically.)
DIRECTOR: (angrily) Alex, did you just hurt that man?
ALEX: (smiling "innocently") No, of course not, O Director! He's right as dodgers!
PETE: (aside to Alex) You're lying through your teeth, droogie...
ALEX (vexed): Look at him! He's fine! (The tramp is indeed not fine. He continues to scream & moan in pain, clutching his stomach as he rolls around on the ground.)
DIRECTOR: Somebody call the paramedics!
(CUT TO: As the street bum is placed into an ambulance & carried away, the Director confronts Alex.)
DIRECTOR (pissed off): I can't believe it, Alex! This is the
Radiant Dawn: Modest ProposalRadiant Dawn: Modest Proposal7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you sure about this? I mean, not that I don't want to....possibly...rub it in his face, but I also have a vested interest in preserving my own skin."
[It will be fine. He will understand, if only for my sake. ....though I would suggest not being present when I explain it to him.]
"That...is a good idea, I suspect. You're growing more canny, love."
[I've always read people better than you, and you know it.]
"That's because you've got an unfair advantage."
[Do you want to explain this to him instead of me?]
"Okay, okay! I give up. You're right."
[Good. You're so cute when you're worried.]
Capital City(Yet to be named), Serenes
Tibarn groaned as he ran a hand through his hair, looking at the various paperwork on his desk. If he'd known that it'd be this much work, he'd have never agreed to be king in the first place. Whatever happened to the old style of kingship? You're the toughest one out there, the humans may or may not want to kill you, and the ravens are bastards. N
My ThanksSunlight gleams like rays of hopeMy Thanks7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Across my feathers, a field of smoke
An omen, a scavenger, a sign of the dead
We cry out with murder, and fill nights with dread
But night is over and day rules on
I strain my ears to imagine your song
To hear my name, in old-tongue or no
To wherever you bid, there I would go
I miss the time when the forest was home
You took me in when I was alone
We played and laughed while you welcomed me in
Black or white feathers, we were laguz kin
How strange it would seem that time does fly by
Here and there with a laugh and a sigh
But just as fast as childhood grows up
You disappeared-and I was struck
Still, I felt you so near, your heart in mine
The forest hid you and watched, protected by time
I hated those scum, and Ill never forgive
For the things they allowed, or the things that they did
Now youre so happy, yet I can still feel your pain
Time changes everything; truth stays the same
We may be forced to part, neither one to see
This life that I w
Sea on Fire- Golden Sun FanficA mid-afternoon sun shone brightly down upon the port town of Madra in between showers of rain. Shop keepers and fishermen bustled about in the busy streets all trying to make as much money as they could.Sea on Fire- Golden Sun Fanfic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Look you, cant you bring the price down? I have a long journey ahead of me and I cant afford to pay such ludicrous prices for this.
At one shop stall, all eyes were on a young woman, the likes of which no one had ever seen. She was dressed in tall black boots, with matching black gloves, and a pink and black tunic. Her hair was dark magenta, uncommon, yet not unheard of. But what was causing all the attention, aside from her squabbling with the shop keeper, was her skin. It was a shade of pink, normally seen in spring flowers.
Im sorry maam, but I cant lower the prices; with these disasters happening, its becoming harder and harder to get enough to support my family, let alone stock the store. The girl muttered something unde
The Other Kind of LoverShes your sweet and sour loverThe Other Kind of Lover7 years ago in Other More Like This
Pastel and pink and grey
Shes a thin young girl but Im the one
With violent hips and eyes to play
Im that other kind of lover
The kind inside your veins
The one that slips in past your lips
To the place inside your jeans
Im your gorgeous other lover
The one she never sees
But Im sure that if she knew
Shed wish that she was me
StripEnvy rhymes with hate but envy is not hate. It slips on itself a mask, slips the rope behind its ears and the plastic over its face but it's still not hate.Strip7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I envy you. I envy you so deeply and powerfully that I want to carve it into myself, to let the flesh know that the mind is suffering. And I want what you've got. Because you've got everything and I'll be damned if you don't know it. You're wonderful and I don't understand why.
I don't hate you, but I envy you and it doesn't feel any different. I tripped and fell for what you have, slipped and clawed but you held on, grasped it in your hands, and I want your skin to break and I want you to bleed but you won't. You can't because you have what I want and it keeps you safe. I know if you let it slip like purple-silver silk between your fingers I'd catch it. I'd catch it and I wouldn't think I hated you anymore.
So let it slip. Stumble for me and let me have it. Let it float against my fingertips and I promise I won't hate you. Let the