Legion of the Black-An Artist's Analysis***Beware, here be spoilers!***More Like This
So, most of you who know of me in relation to Black Veil Brides probably know me as that one artist chick who won the Church of the Wild Ones Tour Poster contest, if you know me at all. (If not, feel free to come stalk my tumblr and Twitter. You’ve obviously already found my deviantART.) It’s pretty safe to say that I love drawing and painting BVB. I just can’t resist drawing that much sex appeal over and over again.
I’m also a sucker for symbolism. I am one of those people who spends 99% of their life doing shit for a very specific reason. (You know that whole bit about the author making the curtains blue to symbolize depression, but the author says “fuck no, they’re blue because they’re blue!”? Yeah. I’d be the one author that actually made them blue to symbolize depression.) Every painting I do has hidden meaning and symbols, some as simple as hiding Batman and The Joker in my first ever painting o
Hotel Of The Devil chapter 1More Like This
The sound of running footsteps filled the hallway as the lights began to fade. The thundering sound was so loud that it made the walls shake and shudder. It was almost like an earthquake. The man who was sprinting down the corridor was screaming a loud, shrill scream. He was going to die.
He passed door after door after door but the long stretch of carpet and wood wasn't ending. He could see nothing at the end of the hallway and he didn't dare look behind him. Why? Because the thing chasing him would catch up.
It was a terrible beast, a huge mound of flesh and skin that was oozing with blood. It had white piercing eyes and teeth so sharp they were like knives. It wasn't even on the ground. It was crawling towards the man on the ceiling, saliva dripping out of his open jaws. It was hungry.
The man still ran, his legs burning, his heart pounding but he didn't dare stop. If he tried to open one of the doors he ran past, the thing would get him and that would be the end.
We Don't Belong~Prologue~More Like This
The Prophet kept watch over the four before him, his sparkling blue eyes glinting in the dark freezing night, the full moon casting unpleasant shadows on the withering grass around his feet. Snapping in the bushes suggested the aproach of another Wild One, his lithe form and heavily tattooed arms recognizable, the soft black hair waving in the gentle cold breeze.
"You found them?" His almost golden gaze flickered to a particular girl that lie in a cot, completely sedated on medication from a sudden outburst among the staff earlier that day. She hadn't expressed her appreciation when the doctors had tried to "fix" her already talented mind, and she'd landed a couple lucky punches on some of them before they had knocked her out and led her back to her cell without further pressuring. He needed warriors, and someone with her technique and fury was good. The Prophet smirked ligh
Overture~Chapter Two~ "I know, I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't know this was going to happen, I swear." My eyes were burning as I sank to my knees on the worn old wooden floor of the cabin. "Sam, I'm sorry."More Like This
"Don't appologize," She wrapped her long, pale arms around me in a conforting manner. "You saved me, you put out the fire." My best friend pulled away and put a hand on my shoulder. "How did you do that, by the way?" She asked, raising one brow in question.
"I told you, Ashley." Her face became confused and then relaxed in realization.
"Oh, I remember." She sighed, taking a deep breath. "You were Chosen," She pulled my hand away from my knee and turned it over so my palm faced upwards. Clearly imprinted on the dark skin of my wrist was the mark of a Wild One, my symbol a cresting wave. I was one of Ashley's, he was my teacher. But he didn't understand, that's why it was hard for me to learn.
Overture~Chapter Twenty-Four~More Like This
By the time I came around, I was breathing heavily and my vision was blurred around the edges. I crawled on my hands and knees toward the monster, spotting a drip running down it's chest. It's blood was a neon aqua, and it was beautiful. I felt myself slipping away and I noticed what was causing my pain. A large fang wound was cut into my calf, and I could hardly move my leg. I sniveled, ending the tears that were seeping from the corners of my eyes, the agony almost too much. But I was hard as steel, I never cried, well... hardly ever. (True statement.)
I reached my fingers forward and caught the drip. I remembered Jinxx's words, that I must drink the blood of the beast. I caught the liquid in my palms and drank. I felt something strong and energizing course through my veins. I felt my eyes change and rippling danced across my shoulder blades, my giant ebony wings unfolding and showing my