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Grim
Grim
The earth closes on me, my breath stilled within this cloying darkness, and the last thing I remember seeing was the face of the man raised me crying tears of pride.
Thieves, bandits, raiders, marauders and murderers all fall before me, those who would break the sanctity of my home, take the blood of my masters and seize the wealth of piety.
Years pass, although the darkness of the earth takes them from me as I do not live, lie eternal under the crumbling stones of sanctuary, until one day out of many, the stones move and fall, I am released from my prison.
I surge forth through a land of snow, lightning crackling at my feet and thunder in
An Idea
An Idea
Prejudice, such a horrible thing.
But not half as horrible has the people who create it, the people who weave words, who strangle minds, those preachers who say 'This is right, that is wrong, we are better than them because they are not us, we are civilized, we are chosen, we are pure.'
So often I have encountered this in my short life, whether or not it is a hateful prejudice it still hurts, and I'm still guilty of committing it.
And when I walk down any street in my town, I see people and I make snap judgements based on appearance, colour, gender, and body language.
I am prejudiced indeed, is there someone who is not?
But I will not sh
Repetition
Repetition
Every day.
Every day the same things happen, I wake up I eat, I work, I eat again and then I sleep.
Everyday this monotonous pattern continues, stretching so far back that I cannot remember where it began.
Every day, I sit here watching these humans, waiting for them to be vulnerable, to express sin, to betray emotion.
Every day, in my cube I watch these boring, monotonous humans, going about the same business they do every day.
And every day, they watch the re-runs on the television, or they play the same games over and over again.
Every day the same.
Every day.
Tears
Tears
I cry.
I cry, as my bare feet hit the ground, another sanctuary destroyed.
Always following, always striding in my footprints, a terror so great, that it has felled kingdoms, and toppled empires.
I run, tears flowing from my eyes as I remember the friends who could not protect me, and the innocents who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Always following, torturing me by showing me how weak I am, no power of mine can stop it.
I stumble into an alley, away from the crowded streets, at least I will die in private, there is nothing left for me.
The entity follows me as I turn to face it, my back to a wall.
"Now, you have experience
Fear
Fear
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
All I hear are my frantic footsteps, the dry leaves crackling and bursting beneath my feet, brittle twigs snapping and breaking like old bones or young bones, or living bones.
Pallid moonlight shines down between the thinnest of slits in the clouds reflecting from the infinite facets of the mist that hangs in the air and chokes me like a gallows noose.
Crack, a noise like a gunshot echoes from behind me, I stop in fear my legs freezing momentarily, and I hear a slow deliberate footstep, followed by another and another, growing ever closer. Terror overtakes me and my feet pound against the soft loam, mist swirling be
Practice Fight SCene 2
Practice Fight SCene 2
Fight Scene 2
The dark forest pressed in ever closer and Siegmund held his guitar by the neck, his stance low, with his feet spread apart a shoulders width.
The growling and snarling coming from the darkness between the tree gained in intensity, while yellow eyes, and orange eyes circled around, disappearing behind the gnarled, black trees whose limbs hung low and thick, rustling gently in the fitful breeze that echoed through the chaotic alleyways of the forest.
Siegmund shifts his grip on the guitar, his muscles visibly shifting beneath the black shirt as one of his hands holds the base of the neck just where it meets the body of the whi
Practice Fight Scene
Practice Fight Scene
Fight Scene 1
Sho runs forward, his two swords gleaming under the pale light of the half-moon, strangely not obscured by the thick clouds that the rain is pouring from, while ahead of him, the band of revenants marches towards him.
Their dead feet slapping against the rain-soaked grounds, their trailing arms brushing the ground, leaving it rent with filth and poison, their ghastly, grim, mortified flesh shining with rotten fluids, and their howling. Oh the howling, that sounds like all hell has broken loose, no living throat could ever replicate that sound, nor would it wish to.
But still Sho runs on, against this solid wall of such horri
The True Taste of Sin
The Stranger
The Stranger
The Stranger
Dark woods and terrible screams, Ghosts and ghouls, the supernatural doesn't feature in our world anymore except as an object of derision, but many years ago, for many different people in worlds so far away, yet separated only by the depth of a dream, the length of a whisper, or the thickness of a thought, it was something of terrible import. Laughter in the night, the wind picking at the leaves on trees, the shadows not made by blocked light, but a simple and total absence of illumination, a time of fear, in a world of suspicion, a world dominated by kings and the shadowy figure which dominated
Purity of the Damned
Purity of the Damned
Sample 1 – Purity of the Damned (various pieces)
Imagine this, a world free of hatred, sorrow and loss, this utopian society without crime, poverty or free will, a place of absolute conformity, a city lacking in humanity, but not without civilisation. A place where your choices are made for you, where troubles never rear their ugly heads, nor reach with grasping claws, where ambitions die as they are born lest they upset the beautiful, unnatural balance, a place of perfect stagnation.
This is a beautiful dream to those who may achieve it, and a feverous nightmare to those caught in such a monstrous web of lies and deceit, yet time afte
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Grim
Grim
The earth closes on me, my breath stilled within this cloying darkness, and the last thing I remember seeing was the face of the man raised me crying tears of pride.
Thieves, bandits, raiders, marauders and murderers all fall before me, those who would break the sanctity of my home, take the blood of my masters and seize the wealth of piety.
Years pass, although the darkness of the earth takes them from me as I do not live, lie eternal under the crumbling stones of sanctuary, until one day out of many, the stones move and fall, I am released from my prison.
I surge forth through a land of snow, lightning crackling at my feet and thunder in
An Idea
An Idea
Prejudice, such a horrible thing.
But not half as horrible has the people who create it, the people who weave words, who strangle minds, those preachers who say 'This is right, that is wrong, we are better than them because they are not us, we are civilized, we are chosen, we are pure.'
So often I have encountered this in my short life, whether or not it is a hateful prejudice it still hurts, and I'm still guilty of committing it.
And when I walk down any street in my town, I see people and I make snap judgements based on appearance, colour, gender, and body language.
I am prejudiced indeed, is there someone who is not?
But I will not sh
Repetition
Repetition
Every day.
Every day the same things happen, I wake up I eat, I work, I eat again and then I sleep.
Everyday this monotonous pattern continues, stretching so far back that I cannot remember where it began.
Every day, I sit here watching these humans, waiting for them to be vulnerable, to express sin, to betray emotion.
Every day, in my cube I watch these boring, monotonous humans, going about the same business they do every day.
And every day, they watch the re-runs on the television, or they play the same games over and over again.
Every day the same.
Every day.
Tears
Tears
I cry.
I cry, as my bare feet hit the ground, another sanctuary destroyed.
Always following, always striding in my footprints, a terror so great, that it has felled kingdoms, and toppled empires.
I run, tears flowing from my eyes as I remember the friends who could not protect me, and the innocents who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Always following, torturing me by showing me how weak I am, no power of mine can stop it.
I stumble into an alley, away from the crowded streets, at least I will die in private, there is nothing left for me.
The entity follows me as I turn to face it, my back to a wall.
"Now, you have experience
Fear
Fear
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
All I hear are my frantic footsteps, the dry leaves crackling and bursting beneath my feet, brittle twigs snapping and breaking like old bones or young bones, or living bones.
Pallid moonlight shines down between the thinnest of slits in the clouds reflecting from the infinite facets of the mist that hangs in the air and chokes me like a gallows noose.
Crack, a noise like a gunshot echoes from behind me, I stop in fear my legs freezing momentarily, and I hear a slow deliberate footstep, followed by another and another, growing ever closer. Terror overtakes me and my feet pound against the soft loam, mist swirling be
Practice Fight SCene 2
Practice Fight SCene 2
Fight Scene 2
The dark forest pressed in ever closer and Siegmund held his guitar by the neck, his stance low, with his feet spread apart a shoulders width.
The growling and snarling coming from the darkness between the tree gained in intensity, while yellow eyes, and orange eyes circled around, disappearing behind the gnarled, black trees whose limbs hung low and thick, rustling gently in the fitful breeze that echoed through the chaotic alleyways of the forest.
Siegmund shifts his grip on the guitar, his muscles visibly shifting beneath the black shirt as one of his hands holds the base of the neck just where it meets the body of the whi
Practice Fight Scene
Practice Fight Scene
Fight Scene 1
Sho runs forward, his two swords gleaming under the pale light of the half-moon, strangely not obscured by the thick clouds that the rain is pouring from, while ahead of him, the band of revenants marches towards him.
Their dead feet slapping against the rain-soaked grounds, their trailing arms brushing the ground, leaving it rent with filth and poison, their ghastly, grim, mortified flesh shining with rotten fluids, and their howling. Oh the howling, that sounds like all hell has broken loose, no living throat could ever replicate that sound, nor would it wish to.
But still Sho runs on, against this solid wall of such horri
The Stranger
The Stranger
The Stranger
Dark woods and terrible screams, Ghosts and ghouls, the supernatural doesn't feature in our world anymore except as an object of derision, but many years ago, for many different people in worlds so far away, yet separated only by the depth of a dream, the length of a whisper, or the thickness of a thought, it was something of terrible import. Laughter in the night, the wind picking at the leaves on trees, the shadows not made by blocked light, but a simple and total absence of illumination, a time of fear, in a world of suspicion, a world dominated by kings and the shadowy figure which dominated
Purity of the Damned
Purity of the Damned
Sample 1 – Purity of the Damned (various pieces)
Imagine this, a world free of hatred, sorrow and loss, this utopian society without crime, poverty or free will, a place of absolute conformity, a city lacking in humanity, but not without civilisation. A place where your choices are made for you, where troubles never rear their ugly heads, nor reach with grasping claws, where ambitions die as they are born lest they upset the beautiful, unnatural balance, a place of perfect stagnation.
This is a beautiful dream to those who may achieve it, and a feverous nightmare to those caught in such a monstrous web of lies and deceit, yet time afte
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- Mar 16
- United Kingdom
- Deviant for 12 years
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Current Residence: Frome, SW England
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL it's so baggy and breezy
Print preference: Lexmark wait print, not printer, aawwwww
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Thrash Metal, Punk
Favourite photographer: C.J.Horobin (my dad does lots of exipiditions and the photos are excellent)
Favourite style of art: Pencil art or cel shading
Operating System: Windows XP (which has never been updated since 2002)
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: A shell made of dragon scales, bones and blood
Wallpaper of choice: FEBREEZE!!!!
Skin of choice: 40 layers of Leathery with scale guards
Favourite cartoon character: Sonic, Black mage, Ethan, or any of my own
Personal Quote: Suffering for a sin is justice, To die for that sin is to recieve mercy
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL it's so baggy and breezy
Print preference: Lexmark wait print, not printer, aawwwww
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Thrash Metal, Punk
Favourite photographer: C.J.Horobin (my dad does lots of exipiditions and the photos are excellent)
Favourite style of art: Pencil art or cel shading
Operating System: Windows XP (which has never been updated since 2002)
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: A shell made of dragon scales, bones and blood
Wallpaper of choice: FEBREEZE!!!!
Skin of choice: 40 layers of Leathery with scale guards
Favourite cartoon character: Sonic, Black mage, Ethan, or any of my own
Personal Quote: Suffering for a sin is justice, To die for that sin is to recieve mercy
Favourite Movies
not really sure, hot fuzz, shaun of the dead, the incredibles, that kind of stuff
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bad religion or Black mages
Favourite Writers
Terry Pratchett (he been dianosed with alzheimers I'm really upset about this)
Favourite Games
Resident Evil 4, Guitar Hero III, SSBB, FFX
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii or PS2 (PS3 is over priced)
Tools of the Trade
Photoshop CS2 or 7.0, Pencils, Paper, Lexmark X74, music
Other Interests
Music, Violence, Sciences of the explosive variety, Martial arts, Dragons, Swords and stuff
Doomed
Doomed
Well it happened, I'm doomed.
I'm stuck on a keep fit regime of my own devising, jogging through the english at unholy O'clock in the morning.
the good news, I should be getting new computer soon, which means that I'll be able to work on my pictures with the scanner I have (my laptop is straight up hellish about installing anything new) so hopefully to come, an image dump of the last two years.
Chose your own adventure
Chose your own adventure
Hey there People,
In writing Ive started 3 different short stories, each is roughly at the same stage, if not the same length, and I'm putting it to the vote which I finish first, so put your vote in th comments and by the end of the week on the 14th of November I'll finish the one with the most votes. In the unlikely event nobody votes (how unlikely is that I ask, very bloody likely) I'll just finish whichever one I want and post it up first.
The stories to pick from
1 - The stranger (swords and sorcery with lovecraftian overtones)
2 - The chase (DWP story based around dark magic)
3 - The Ravenous Maw (DWP story based a
I'm Back Baby
I'm Back Baby
Hello,
Yes I am aware how long this has taken, but I'm finally back and updating again, even if it is only stories and such, I don't own a working scanner or tablet, and my writing needs practice. As such I will probably try to update with more short stories or poems/song lyrics which I mself write, and I would greatly appreciate if they weren't stolen (bad paranoia) Until I can get a working scanner I hope you enjoy my forays into the world of the written word.
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Hello fellow dragon artist!
I decided it was about time to let everyone on the new Dragon Artists List know they are on there.
Its not a club and doesn't require you to do anything, its just an A-Z listing of deviantART members who create dragons. If you wish to be removed, just let me know and I'll take you off. If you have friends who want to be added, tell them to send me a comment or note
I decided it was about time to let everyone on the new Dragon Artists List know they are on there.
Its not a club and doesn't require you to do anything, its just an A-Z listing of deviantART members who create dragons. If you wish to be removed, just let me know and I'll take you off. If you have friends who want to be added, tell them to send me a comment or note
Awwww thanks man 
yeah I do trades or requests, although I do take a lot of time doing so
yeah I do trades or requests, although I do take a lot of time doing so
well it might take a long while for me to do yours XD (if you want one from me)
but could you draw my anotho self? (AKA salto)
main color: brown
secondary color: black
eye color: brown
personality: kind/gansta/funny/lazy
other: mark around eyes shaped like an tryangel (sorry! spelling sucks D:]
what i wear:
shirt: black with silver flames printed on bottom
shorts or pants: black with silver flames printed on bottom
look in
's gallery for "request: ssbbdave 2" for body ref
and look in
for "salto: request for ssbbdave" for clothing ref
i can draw you something if you like, but i have no scanner D:
but could you draw my anotho self? (AKA salto)
main color: brown
secondary color: black
eye color: brown
personality: kind/gansta/funny/lazy
other: mark around eyes shaped like an tryangel (sorry! spelling sucks D:]
what i wear:
shirt: black with silver flames printed on bottom
shorts or pants: black with silver flames printed on bottom
look in
's gallery for "request: ssbbdave 2" for body refand look in
for "salto: request for ssbbdave" for clothing refi can draw you something if you like, but i have no scanner D:
yeah sure I'll give it a shot.
and if you want I got an old scanner, you can have it for £25, if you want it
and if you want I got an old scanner, you can have it for £25, if you want it