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Ode to the Hunter
Life begins
All is tranquil
Disaster strikes
All now is still
One soul left
Taken in
Changed for a new home
New blood within
Now beyond human
Skills that surpass
A warrior born
In her own class
A mighty gift
With just one aim
Invincible
Puts all to shame
O pirates of the final frontier, all,
I warn: With you, she'll have a ball
The kind where it's a giant brawl
And in the end, you all shall fall
For help you'll be unable to call
She's won against everything, big and small
When she's done, you won't even crawl
For she's the best of them all
Adieu
One day, the mansion awoke to find
a distinctly emptier world.
The mercenaries had vanished--
Avis, Hampton, Serf, Ka & Ze,
and Gus, this last taking his mother
while another took her little Flourish.
Gyrewynt was gone with the wind.
Verbena had chickened out, returning
from whence she came.
Amaranth had risen from his edged home,
rendering it simple and silver once more,
and disappeared into the ether.
Florent had departed on a journey,
bidding farewell to his brother
while a different brother did so to his.
Pierre, accompanying his papa,
had parted with the house,
neither speaking to the boy's father
ever again.
The only
Missing
One calico and two like kittens.
Small, sweet, gentle.
Always found together,
bound together
by the chains on their hearts.
Calico: Green-eyed.
Likes watching out the window.
Wants to be in a play,
someday play
with the children next door.
Kitten: Spot on arm.
Enjoys hunting strings and feathers.
Looks forward to bathing,
if bathing
happens in a warm sunbeam.
Kitten: White legs.
Waits patiently at dinnertime.
Paws at the television screen,
climbs screen
doors to feel a real breeze.
Huntress
She lies amidst reaching grass,
fiery skyborne ball burning cruel.
Patience, she tells her eager mass,
waiting to use every natural tool.
Leaves rustle as water ripples beyond
where prey bow heads to imbibe
from the coolness in that life-giving pond.
A bird's call in the air alerts the tribe.
Stays she from stirring all but eyes
to see nothing, like them, all returning to work.
Some insects crawl on her form,
but she pays no heed, focused on her lurk.
Naught twitches but ears and tails,
yet she smells each eye mounted behind horn.
She fears failure, ignoring all save her gaze
to await the moment her hopes prove not forlorn—
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Ode to the Hunter
Life begins
All is tranquil
Disaster strikes
All now is still
One soul left
Taken in
Changed for a new home
New blood within
Now beyond human
Skills that surpass
A warrior born
In her own class
A mighty gift
With just one aim
Invincible
Puts all to shame
O pirates of the final frontier, all,
I warn: With you, she'll have a ball
The kind where it's a giant brawl
And in the end, you all shall fall
For help you'll be unable to call
She's won against everything, big and small
When she's done, you won't even crawl
For she's the best of them all
Adieu
One day, the mansion awoke to find
a distinctly emptier world.
The mercenaries had vanished--
Avis, Hampton, Serf, Ka & Ze,
and Gus, this last taking his mother
while another took her little Flourish.
Gyrewynt was gone with the wind.
Verbena had chickened out, returning
from whence she came.
Amaranth had risen from his edged home,
rendering it simple and silver once more,
and disappeared into the ether.
Florent had departed on a journey,
bidding farewell to his brother
while a different brother did so to his.
Pierre, accompanying his papa,
had parted with the house,
neither speaking to the boy's father
ever again.
The only
Missing
One calico and two like kittens.
Small, sweet, gentle.
Always found together,
bound together
by the chains on their hearts.
Calico: Green-eyed.
Likes watching out the window.
Wants to be in a play,
someday play
with the children next door.
Kitten: Spot on arm.
Enjoys hunting strings and feathers.
Looks forward to bathing,
if bathing
happens in a warm sunbeam.
Kitten: White legs.
Waits patiently at dinnertime.
Paws at the television screen,
climbs screen
doors to feel a real breeze.
Huntress
She lies amidst reaching grass,
fiery skyborne ball burning cruel.
Patience, she tells her eager mass,
waiting to use every natural tool.
Leaves rustle as water ripples beyond
where prey bow heads to imbibe
from the coolness in that life-giving pond.
A bird's call in the air alerts the tribe.
Stays she from stirring all but eyes
to see nothing, like them, all returning to work.
Some insects crawl on her form,
but she pays no heed, focused on her lurk.
Naught twitches but ears and tails,
yet she smells each eye mounted behind horn.
She fears failure, ignoring all save her gaze
to await the moment her hopes prove not forlorn—
Spotlight
Spotlight
Here Goes...COMMISSION INFORMATION!!
I don't think now's a good time, but here goes nuthin'...
Right, now, I'm open for commissions! If you think I'm a good-enough writer or artist to actually pay me, then this is the journal to read.
It's simple: You note or IM me asking if I can do your commission, giving details. If I agree, I'll name my price (see those below), and if you think it's way too high, then we can haggle. Then you wait for me to finish it...and you may have to wait quite a while, since I take a long time *glares at college*. Then I finish it, and then you pay me via Paypal afterwards.
My prices are usually around the following:
Sketches: $5
Coloreds: $8
Stor
Man, It's Been a While! Coe Band Tour 2011!!
I should REALLY update a lot more. Too bad I'll probably not be updating much of anything these next few months (heck, maybe even next two years) due to having to focus on school now. I'm not gonna bother trying to recap all that's happened to me since last journal. This is just to recap my experience on the Band Tour around the Gulf this year.
The Band Tour was from August 1-15. Act 1 was the rehearsals at Coe. Act 2 was the road trip down to New Orleans. Act 3 was the cruise and then the much shorter road trip home.
--ACT 1--
Day 1: Dad drove me down to Coe and we barely made it in time to sign in at the music building, Marquis (MARR-kwi
Resolute Infliction! Winter Break Stuff!!
(Mmmmm...Tales of Symphonia quotes...|3)
Hallo, y'all! Happy New (popular) Decade!! (Dad says that the next real decade begins next year, as the first decade started in 1 AD; there was no 0 AD.) Well, let's get things in gear now. Seeing Mom's (~psycheverse (https://www.deviantart.com/psycheverse)'s) journal made me think, I should really do some New Year's resolutions, too. So, here they be!
1) I resolve to try my best to learn some social skills and use them. (I've been getting into some considerable trouble without them, namely my major being put into jeopardy due to my tendency to sincerely speak my mind when I'm angry in the form of swearing...even during flute lessons.
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