He found himself in a field, although where he wasn't sure. The city should be half an hour away, if one was driving...this could've been the area when he realized, only months ago...Months? Wasn't it only weeks? Since the renegades did what they did? He held his head in his hands: time was lost to him once again.He let his thoughts wander, trying to make sense of the past few days...weeks, months. Since a day or so after his son was born. Dragon-kin, renegades to their own kind, saw the boy-his perfect balance of force and energy-as a tool to keep Lou at bay. They had tried, several times, to negotiate with him, insisting that he did no...
Watch for the little shadow behind you.
Watch for the little shadow behind you...
Watch for the little shadow behind you~! It started when he tapped into the Star of Darkness, to see if its power was beyond him as well. It was that same singsong, echoing in his head, yet every time he turned around, there was nothing behind him. No shadow but his own. Go ahead and turn around, as if it'll truly help...
Watch for the little shadow above you~! An orb of white light, hanging by his head: he let it release, and the world turned white. To his surprise, the sheer power blinded him as well; a hand went to his eyes, a startled cry escaped his lips...
The back end of the ship was deserted, which suited Michael just fine. Still seething from the fight from before he leaned against the railing, observing the sky; at long last, things were clear enough that he didn't have to worry about deflecting. A rare relief, to be able to relax, be at ease, without having to worry about lightning striking in seconds.They were most likely talking about his "rebellious" attitude below deck, which only made the mage's calming blood start to boil once again. Was the idea of journeying throughout Isaiis truly such a foreign concept to the people who knew him!? Haven't all men aspired to travel when they dr...
"There's one thing that generally gets me." Al found his head turning as Joc made her comment; she held up the tome. "You said this was buried in the old ruins, until you found it. But didn't Michael put it there? Two thousand years-it was seriously left untouched?""A good point." The mage gestured towards the stone marker. "But Joc, remember this area hadn't been touched since then either. How could no one have found the resting place in two thousand years?""Lightning didn't threaten the area." Raph had been the one to answer; Joc wouldn't know this well enough. "The clans didn't need to chase, so they never stopped!""Another good point. ...
You were always a good girl,
Loved your Mama, and your Papa.
You were always a happy little girl,
Making friends, being a normal teenager.
You wanted to be the best you could be,
Because there were dreams to follow,
Successes to achieve, happiness to pursue.And then, you made the one mistake.Was it your fault, or was it a curiosity you couldn't control?
To make you observe this strange chemical-
What on earth could it be?
And you drank it, to see how it would taste, what it would do,
Or was it the work of something else, even if you weren't aware.Lo, your scientist father found out,
And he was not pleased.So, he took his best choice, and u...
Firestarter, how could you have possibly been born this way?
Was it some sort of mutant genetic reaction?
Was it hereditary: did an ancestor of old hold this ability too?
Or was it just dumb luck at the wrong place, and wrong time?Firestarter, do you shy away when someone calls you by this name?
Please, do not be alarmed: it is not in jest that this word is given as name.
Some may find your powers alarming, yes, and might shy away in fear,
Some may try to use you to their abilities, and pull you in with lies,
Some may find your powers a gift, a boon-and be envious Of that which you call a curse.Do not take offense to the title, no matter ...
There was once a little child, who lived in peace at home.
He was a gifted little child, with the ears and tail of the magic-kin.
But while he may have been in peace, his parents feared for his life:
What if the untamed primitives took him for their own?It was a hard made decision,
And soon the little child would find himself in a new world. Alone.But he would grow to adjust to this new change,
Grow to adore and love his new parents, who gave him compassion.
Their minds, not judging and clear of heart, sought to make him feel accepted.
He would seek solace in friends as well: few in number, powerful in influence.This all changed, however.....
Dark creature of the night.
Terror to behold.
Hide away, lest you be his dinner.And it doesn't even have to be a simple chase, drain, and done:
He has learned enough of the old and modern world...
To be able to walk among humankind, pretending to be as of them.
Simple, pleasurable chat,
If you respond well to smoke and hash, or alcohol,
Just don't get yourself dazed enough to forget to wonder
'So, why isn't he partaking as well...?' But even he was a man, once:
Noble blood, who sought his father's land.
He was a child, once, who grew according to his status.
Servants to follow him, anything he wanted, he could have.
When of age, he soug...
He found himself in a field, although where he wasn't sure. The city should be half an hour away, if one was driving...this could've been the area when he realized, only months ago...Months? Wasn't it only weeks? Since the renegades did what they did? He held his head in his hands: time was lost to him once again.He let his thoughts wander, trying to make sense of the past few days...weeks, months. Since a day or so after his son was born. Dragon-kin, renegades to their own kind, saw the boy-his perfect balance of force and energy-as a tool to keep Lou at bay. They had tried, several times, to negotiate with him, insisting that he did no...
Watch for the little shadow behind you.
Watch for the little shadow behind you...
Watch for the little shadow behind you~! It started when he tapped into the Star of Darkness, to see if its power was beyond him as well. It was that same singsong, echoing in his head, yet every time he turned around, there was nothing behind him. No shadow but his own. Go ahead and turn around, as if it'll truly help...
Watch for the little shadow above you~! An orb of white light, hanging by his head: he let it release, and the world turned white. To his surprise, the sheer power blinded him as well; a hand went to his eyes, a startled cry escaped his lips...
The back end of the ship was deserted, which suited Michael just fine. Still seething from the fight from before he leaned against the railing, observing the sky; at long last, things were clear enough that he didn't have to worry about deflecting. A rare relief, to be able to relax, be at ease, without having to worry about lightning striking in seconds.They were most likely talking about his "rebellious" attitude below deck, which only made the mage's calming blood start to boil once again. Was the idea of journeying throughout Isaiis truly such a foreign concept to the people who knew him!? Haven't all men aspired to travel when they dr...
"There's one thing that generally gets me." Al found his head turning as Joc made her comment; she held up the tome. "You said this was buried in the old ruins, until you found it. But didn't Michael put it there? Two thousand years-it was seriously left untouched?""A good point." The mage gestured towards the stone marker. "But Joc, remember this area hadn't been touched since then either. How could no one have found the resting place in two thousand years?""Lightning didn't threaten the area." Raph had been the one to answer; Joc wouldn't know this well enough. "The clans didn't need to chase, so they never stopped!""Another good point. ...
You were always a good girl,
Loved your Mama, and your Papa.
You were always a happy little girl,
Making friends, being a normal teenager.
You wanted to be the best you could be,
Because there were dreams to follow,
Successes to achieve, happiness to pursue.And then, you made the one mistake.Was it your fault, or was it a curiosity you couldn't control?
To make you observe this strange chemical-
What on earth could it be?
And you drank it, to see how it would taste, what it would do,
Or was it the work of something else, even if you weren't aware.Lo, your scientist father found out,
And he was not pleased.So, he took his best choice, and u...
Firestarter, how could you have possibly been born this way?
Was it some sort of mutant genetic reaction?
Was it hereditary: did an ancestor of old hold this ability too?
Or was it just dumb luck at the wrong place, and wrong time?Firestarter, do you shy away when someone calls you by this name?
Please, do not be alarmed: it is not in jest that this word is given as name.
Some may find your powers alarming, yes, and might shy away in fear,
Some may try to use you to their abilities, and pull you in with lies,
Some may find your powers a gift, a boon-and be envious Of that which you call a curse.Do not take offense to the title, no matter ...
There was once a little child, who lived in peace at home.
He was a gifted little child, with the ears and tail of the magic-kin.
But while he may have been in peace, his parents feared for his life:
What if the untamed primitives took him for their own?It was a hard made decision,
And soon the little child would find himself in a new world. Alone.But he would grow to adjust to this new change,
Grow to adore and love his new parents, who gave him compassion.
Their minds, not judging and clear of heart, sought to make him feel accepted.
He would seek solace in friends as well: few in number, powerful in influence.This all changed, however.....
Dark creature of the night.
Terror to behold.
Hide away, lest you be his dinner.And it doesn't even have to be a simple chase, drain, and done:
He has learned enough of the old and modern world...
To be able to walk among humankind, pretending to be as of them.
Simple, pleasurable chat,
If you respond well to smoke and hash, or alcohol,
Just don't get yourself dazed enough to forget to wonder
'So, why isn't he partaking as well...?' But even he was a man, once:
Noble blood, who sought his father's land.
He was a child, once, who grew according to his status.
Servants to follow him, anything he wanted, he could have.
When of age, he soug...
Art created by Black-Cat-Virus: I in no way or shape made the image above. The only thing I own in that pic are the characters.
Insert some sappy shit from my previous profile here. Usually open and friendly, can be proud/easily offended. Normally harmless, especially when given early warning. It's not too hard to keep me from antagonizing.
I'll get back into writing...one of these days. :'D
Favourite Visual Artist
:devMorgue-Awall:
Favourite Movies
Muppet Treasure Movie, Help!
Favourite TV Shows
The Daily Show with Jon Stewart
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Too. Many. To name
Favourite Books
As of now: Memoris of a Geisha, The Eight, anything by Lewis Black
Favourite Writers
:devNintendoLover4Ever:
Favourite Games
Rock Band 3, Final Fantasy VIII
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii. My PS/PS2 when I need a FF kick
Tools of the Trade
Various lead pencils/notebooks, MWord, an imagination far beyond the box
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