Dragon DanceWings like leaves with silver liningDragon Dance in Free Verse More Like This
Claws raining crimson teardrops
Blood of the virgins – split
Knights of impure heart – limbs hacked and hewn
Bones strewn across the floor like a children’s game of dice
Eyes like great pools of burning liquid gold
Its mouth is a cavern filled with deadly stalagmites
A challenger stares into the dragon’s maw
Inhales the dragon’s breath
1,000 feted corpses linger in the air
Their voices whisper in his ears
And he cries out a challenge to the beast
Even the ground trembles in fear
Eyes aged and cracked like frost on glass
Hands as knotted as an ancient forest
Talons narrow and untrimmed
Wild claws of a beast older than time
Two spaded tales lashing like grass in the wind
The sting of blood hot like fire
Inhaling like a cold winter gale
Exhale the summer
A flash of garnet against a colossal emerald
An early autumn leaf lost in the summer field
Shrieking like the stench of 1,000 dying men
Rage like them and all their mother
COURTROOM OF ART- Case ThreeOpen again for free arts~COURTROOM OF ART- Case Three in Personal More Like This
I WILL PRETTY MUCH DO ANYTHING
OC'S, persona's, animals, random inspiration words, suggestions, AWWWWLLL DAT.
AWWWWLLLLLL OF DAT.
I've never had a point in my life, SDNFKJSDNFKJSBNFKJ <33
I'm doing... hmm... three this time. Excluding this one person:
:iconcannibal-pancake: Extra special care will go into this, YU HEARRR??
Position one: :iconSakuraBlossomHime: ((DONE))
Position two: :iconSilviraGemstone: Sexy Varian. YES.
Devious Journal EntryDevious Journal Entry in Personal More Like This
...my heart aches...I cry myself to sleep every night...and break down; crumpling to the floor at least once a day.
...nothing's the same...nothing ever will be...
...they say to spend time with friends and family...
...she was my family...
...my closest friend is over 100 miles away...
...and now...not even my own mother will acknowledge my existence so I am truly, alone...
...get to see my husband for maybe 3-4 hours a day...
...no TV, nothing but silence in the house...alone in the house with Kirby...
...husband keeps trying to get me to go back to doing things like I did when she was alive...
...this is the 3rd time since the 16th that I have even touched my laptop...
...I feel so hollow, and memories of that day will eat at me for the rest of my life...
...so will the guilt for having to take her back to the vet to die...
...she hated going there...
...I failed in even giving her a comfortable place to pass...
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Brought Malas ashes home Tuesday.
Everything we went through in those...last...few...days; took all of the meager $220 we had saved.
Kirby won't eat...hoping putting him back on the food he liked and was on before Mala got sick will help.
...lost all last week...
...lost track of days.
...broke down yesterday to the point I laid down at 2:30pm and didn't get out of bed until 1am.
Am not "back" and won't ever be.
I have over 10,000 messages and WILL NOT & CAN NOT sort through them all.
IF YOU POSTED SOMETHING YOU'D LIKE ME TO SEE FROM THE 16TH OF MARCH ONWARD, YOU WILL NEED TO NOTE ME WITH A LINK OR COMMENT WITH ONE AND I WILL GET AROUND TO IT. Understand this is the first time I've been online since Mala's death. My postal mail (mostly bills anyway) have been stacked on the table untouched.
I would like to thank a few for some packages that arrived somewhere around the time-frame.
I would also like to thank the following for
The Calling: Memories of the Last NemoneenThe Calling: Memories of the Last Nemoneen in Settings More Like This
The wolves were starving. Even the younger members of the Pack knew this Winter lasted for far longer then it should. Even now in what should have been mid Spring, the snow reached to the chests of the young adults, slowing the old to a crawl. The elders knew this was not right and it showed in their frustration and desperation for food and shelter. Many of the young had not survived this whelping season; it had been far to cold and since then nothing had changed. Only three pups survived, but the numbers of the Pack continued to fall. The old sank into the whiteness of the ground never to rise once their heads touched the ground, breath streaming out as bitter fog before ceasing as the light of hope and life left their eyes. Many had fallen ill from the lack of good food and warm weather. Some even fell into madness; the long and brutal cold along with watching so many die drove them rabid, insane and began attack other members, even turning cannibal. The Alpha was forced to end them,
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I felt like I had fallen, hard, and was just waking up and shaking the stars from my vision when this dream begins. I don't recall falling nor do I experience whatever it was that has made me so sore and feeling like one big bruise. I remember looking at my paws and crystal claws and noting the cracks and fissures in their flesh that dappled them in soft crimson. I couldn't think coherently, like my mind was in a fog. I couldn't remember where I was, what happened, how I got here...or why. My shoulders and the massive wings upon them felt stiff as a board, and I noticed out of the corner of my vision that there were several broken and upstanding feathers on both sides, but I knew this was no place to preen, or even to lick my wounds. Something felt horribly off here. There was no scent to the wind, there was no wind in fact. There was nothing that would give away any kind of information about a location or even the manner of place I was in. It was all black, inky darkness on all sides