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Libertas OCT Audition: Doc - Arriva il Medico"Do you want to hear a story?"More Like This
The speaker paused for a moment and basked in the positive cheers coming from the circle of patrons gathered in his tent. The children in the front were making the most racket, but even the adults gathered towards the back had difficulty keeping the anticipation off their faces.
A wrought-iron mask shrouded the face of the speaker and hid his emotions, but as he began talking again it became apparent he was just as eager to tell this tale as those gathered around him were to hear it.
"Very well. The story I will tell you today began not so long ago, and it is the story of someone you might have seen right here in this very circus. Now-"
"Does it have a happy ending?!" A young girl piped up, her blond curls bouncing as she shot her hand into the air.
"Well now," The storyteller chuckled as he replied, "I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait and find out. However, I can tell you that this story does not have a happy beginning.
Hell to PayHere they come. The memories. They always came when he had been on the road for a while.More Like This
The thing that stood out the most to him was how little it had actually stood out. He had been expecting pillars of flame, bolts of lightning, or even a contract signed in blood. But there hadn't been any of those things. The sky had been clear, with millions of stars piercing through the black. The moon had been just a sliver, and was the only source of light. It was too dim to even make out the names on the street sign; he had long forgotten what they were. The two dirt roads were the only things worth noting for miles around, there at the point where they intersected. Sneaking out had been easy, but riding his bike out there to the middle of nowhere had taken a good half-hour. He had nearly fallen asleep leaning against the signpost before the man appeared.
Jacob was not easily frightened even back then, but everything about this man scared the living water out of him. He was not at all muscular
200 Points giveaway!Closed.Hello, sweeties!More Like This
I'm sending some warm holiday hugs and kisses
I wish you a Happy New 2013, lots of love, health and success
I decided to make someone smile again, so I want to give 200 points to one lucky deviant.
All you have to do in order to participate is:favorite this journal
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*it is not required to comment on this journal nor watch me/fave my works,
but if you do any of these, thank you
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I will use random.org generator to pick the winner.
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The winner
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333 points giveaway!Closed.Hello, sweeties!More Like This
Since the last contest was so popular, I decided to make another one.
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I'm celebrating 9 000 watchers. I'm so happy, and I want to thank you guys for always being supportive and nice and inspirational
I want to give one lucky deviant 333 fresh
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Our Encounter Part One“I need rest!” yelled Misaki while she looked into the sky. She was at awe on the distance she had walked.More Like This
Misaki continued to walk as the chilled air rustled her dark blue hair. Her black leather, tied up boots smashed the leaves under her feet making loud crackling noises. Misaki’s golden eyes glanced at the damp ground as she readjusted her dark leather jacket.
Misaki stopped in her tracks when she saw the glow of a small home. She ran full speed to her new destination.
Has she arrived at the door she debated entering, worried someone would have been inside. While she stood at the door she reached for a silver blade with a dark blue handle and was followed with a golden trim. Misaki held the blade by her waist, the best position if she needs to stab someone in the gut, if truly needed.
Misaki grabbed the door handle and gently opened it, when she heard footsteps and loud crumbling leaves. She twisted her body as fast as she could so she could get a peek of her oppo
Our Encounter Part TwoA new day had come and the sun was beating down onto Misaki as she trained alone in woods near the house. With every move she made her ponytail trailed mimicking her entirely. While Misaki was outside Aki had come to see what she had been doing since she had been gone early that morning.More Like This
“How’s the training?” yelled Aki while he walked with his hands in his pocket toward Misaki. Misaki whipped the sweat off her face and smiled at Aki, “I am not getting much done since fitting a tree is not much of an opponent”
“I am sorry the tree is not more aggressive” said Aki in an attempted to make her laugh, which she did.
“Fight me” yelled Misaki as she tossed an entirely silver blade with a jade in the center. Aki was caught off guard and starred at Misaki
while she got into a fighting stance. He knew there was no way convincing her to continuing fighting the tree. He took a deep breath and took his stance.
They began swinging punches
Chapter 7: Little TreasureA throbbing pain hammered her head, like a blunt object beating into her skull repeatedly.More Like This
“Take a deep breath.” Uttered a voice, but it was muffled and displaced. The tone and volume would gradually grow louder, and then fade ever so softly to a whisper.
“What? Why…Why am I here?” she answered, fluttering her eyelids open, trying to focus her eyes on the setting around her.
“We can use her to get to him.” A murmur came from her right.
“This can finally be the key to destroying the humans.” Another voice said from the left.
“Silence yourselves!” a familiar tone whispered
Chapter 8: ClashHaru let his mouth drop open slightly until he caught himself, “The male flame point holds more power than he comprehends.”More Like This
The elder nodded, “This is precisely why, when the time is right, we tell him of that power. If Butter successfully falls for you and kills her master, and Scotch knowing of the outcome will not hesitate to save her.”
Haru sat back in his chair, rubbing his head, “Scotch is very noble but his sister would never allow him to do such a thing as to sacrifice himself.”
The elder grimaced, “That is why we will not make it known to her. As you know, Scotch is the switch that enables
With youI'm skeptical, because you're not perfect. You think too slow, I think too fast or sometimes not at all. You are horrific, scary, undeniably horrible. I hate that I love you. Do I love you? Yes! I LOVE YOU! woe is me.. I'm dead. I'm dying!More Like This
And you're pulling me down with you.
K.I.T.T.Y.K is for Kick ass,More Like This
you rock on the drum.
I is for Isolated,
your surname kept mum.
T is for Tidy,
you look neat and smart.
T is for Trendy,
your hair a work of art.
Y is for Yellow,
the gold of your heart.
Kitty, so frenetic and wild on the stage,
never have I ever heard of you rage.
Talented, stylish and avant guarde too,
admiration grows when considering you.
Sta.sh
