Writing

A First of Many

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November the 22nd


It was getting late. Bones looked over her shoulder at the piles of paper on a table lurking in a dark far corner of the room. Information, scribbled notes, leads, connections, phone numbers they were all there. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.
I'm getting too old for this shit. Just a few years ago I could track down a lost cat without a collar in New York City. she sighed again and took a long sip of wine. Nothing had given her any trail of Masque's lost kid. Des Rameux. This was the last day she had given herself. A week of research as always, and then she'd be "booking flights". Brooklyn was where all the clues were leading her, Masque told her the same... Suspiciously she glanced up at the pale calendar roughly nailed to the wall. November the 22nd. It would be a miracle if she could find this kid in time for Thanksgiving...

Des Rameux...
Des Rameux...

She ripped the phone from the wall, with a melody of numbers following soon after.
"Masque, I need to know everything." a mumbled and irritated reply came seconds later.
"Shit Bones, it's 2 in the goddamned morning, what the hell could you possibly want?"
Bones tapped a pencil on the desk and bit her lip.
"Is there anything you've left out about what you know about your kid?"
"No, I told you everyting." Pause. "Look, babe I never asked you to do this."
"Shut up. Are you positive there's nothing else I should know?"
"No." the stern reply came and with it Bones hung up.

She swept the papers up from the desk and stuffed them in a leather suitcase, various corners and pieces stuck out on all sides. "No time like the present." she mumbled to herself as she swept her coat onto her shoulders and set out on her search for Des Rameux.


Early November 23rd


[i]I slept on the train ride to New York, walked the familiar streets as an x-resident. How long it had been?...
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~*~ The Nightmare's Rebirth ~*~ (Finale, Auto-Music)

Major WIP for an Event that is about to take place with Nightmare. For some minor information about it you can view {X}
Auto-Music under the Break. Bonus points for those who know the roar that I'm using for his update Sticking out tongue
Track if you are interested in seeing the update.
It should be noted that when this is updated, Nightmare will be up and running about in the forest. Be it for good or bad... that all depends on how you take the story Sticking out tongue After Nightmare is Reborn he has started speaking in an Alien language. I use Norwegian to display this as it's one of the most alien things I've come across on a translator XD


Updated! Enjoy~ Music list also updated enjoy that as well!

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Life


It is here where we are born, in the mists of the wood. The air is thick, heavy, and visions are blurred. All around us our shadows, enigmas who wrap around their newest affectionately. In the distance the sounds of water crashing into an ancient creek bed can be heard, ears afloat to all that they can capture. However, it is that sound that becomes the memorable tune that reminds us that we could just as easily been drowned beneath its waters. Though we never do drown, do we? All these forces keep us away from any death. Even in the depths of the darkness we succumb to as we slumber we live, never knowing why the flames never snuff out.

I knew such a birth for a moment. I awoke to strange sensations, sensations I knew when I first experienced life as one of them, but today I was not young. My legs were stout and my antlers long. I could feel the magic grasp onto me, always making this place aware of my presence. Things were not the same, though. My antlers no longer flickered with the flames of candles, my face no longer was hidden by the thickened callous of a skull, and my pelt could blow in the breeze as the wind whipped between the trees. Things were not right, and I was panicked.

With each leap I tried to get away from this strange body, and each time I fell with my hooves sinking deeper into the ground to remind me that escape was not so easy. It was through a shake of my head as I fought that I caught the glimmer of an ethereal stone. I could hear its trickle, and I remembered such sounds meaning water. Perhaps it was the solution to changing me back. As I crept forward I found the waters shallow, too shallow to throw myself into. As I looked down into it, I could see reflections of the sky…and of myself. It was the image of a sickening creature, one I had chosen to forget. In that reflection I was nothing.
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- p h o t o g r a p h s -




[Updated: 1/11]
These are memories. Newest additions are at the bottom.
[Warning: Language, violence]

j u n e | t w e n t y f o u r t h | 1 9 9 1


Pebbles shuffled under their bare feet, washed up and glinting under rays of light strung through the oaks. A peaceful silence held its breath over the water and blew gently across it’s glassy surface, inviting company. Sitting placidly on a jutting rock, the younger boy squinted his eyes and looked out over the lake.



Rolling fields in the distance. An abandoned farmhouse. Wild geese.



He edged forward and hung his legs in the calm, dark water until he could feel the smooth silt on the bottom. A heavy splash sounded, not but a yard away, as an apple-sized rock hurled into the water and disturbed it into ripples. The boy shaded his eyes with a hand and turned back to look at the pebbled shore to give a stern glance at the teenager, who was already rooting up another stone. This one plunged into the water, not quite as close to his head, but still within an unnerving distance. The teenager, already bored of throwing rocks, mulled around as the water lapped at his heels. He wished to be elsewhere.



Wading out further, Fledermaus attempted to place himself out of his brother’s range. The cool water crept up to his navel, even standing on his toes. The sun beat down. He cupped water in his hands and spilled it over his head to reverse the heat. It trickled through his hair and down his bare back. The other boy was climbing up a steep and jagged pile of rocks. Had their mother known, she never would have shooed them out so she could vacuum in peace.
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You are... - Memories

[=Sylfaen][=15]The sun was bright, golden rays that slipped past the protective canopy above. There was a slight chill to the air, it was late October so that was to be expected. Or maybe it was the forest preparing itself for the coming of the Dark Lord.

However, I luckily had yet to encounter any darkness on this fine day, though I did not know it was going to follow soon...

I pranced through the forest, chasing the butterflies and the squirrels, letting the bright sunlight warm my white pelt. The air was crisp and my breath left a smokey fog as I called out across the forest, to tell all where I was. I lifted my head high, ears pricked forward, strained against my pole as I listened for any returned calls. There was only one. It came from closer to the large old oak.

I trembled and shook myself off, moving toward the tree slowly. The shadows cast lay long over the forest floor, beating away the warmth and comfort of the sun above. I slowed, then finally stopped, gazing ahead at the base of the tree where an old stag stood. I lowered my head slowly, breathing out again before my nares flared, taking in a deep breath. He did not seem to be a foe. I crept forward, lowering my head and bowing down to him in greeting. I did not know how he would respond, so I stepped back, waiting.

He turned toward me, eyes red, or so they appeared. I felt my body tremble, and I cringed back away from him in fright. He roared, lowering the great set that adorned his scalp. I quickly backed away, almost falling over my own hooves in my desperate attempt to get away. He did not pursue, merely turned back to where he stood over a sleeping deer that I could now see hidden half behind one of the edges of the dead oak.

I lowered my head sadly, the memories flickering through my mind of running alone, hooves flailing behind me as the large stag had attacked. I turned away.

The forest surrounded me, keeping me in the darkness of the leaves.
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Nightmares

My eyes stared off into the distance. A figure, quite large sat there, motionless.
His bones hide his eyes and they merely appeared as black holes. Empty.
His jaw hung there loosley. The flesh barely holding it together. Teeth barely red.
Silence.
A small fly dabbled near the open jaws. It landed in them.
Slowly the jaws closed.
I winced and turned away. I glanced back and it was no more.
The nightmares return again....


A lil' do hickie. Bleh. Just some idea that popped in my mind while eating a burrito. :3
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Those who are dead, are not dead...

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Those who are dead…

Are not dead…


They’re just living in my head…


And since I fell for that spell…



I am living there as well.



With bloodshot eyes she awoke from a dream that seemed to have lasted a lifetime. Red feathers were scattered around her body, her dark pelt was worn out and patchy. The magpie-coated doe softly bit her lip as the tears streamed down her face. She wasn’t crying, she couldn’t be crying. What was there to cry about? She had awakened from a dream, just like she had done every night before this one.
Slowly she rose to her feet, the diamond-like teardrops falling from her cheeks onto the ground. The sounds of the everlasting forest were like poetry, like coming home from a long journey. Her mind was blank, but somehow she remembered this place. A place filled with a feeling, a feeling of energy and warmth. A feeling which motivated and which gave her all the right reasons to hold on. A feeling called happiness.

Slowly she made her way through the forest, not caring to take a look around. It was quiet, the sun had already set and there was nobody in sight. Somehow she longed for company, for the warmth of a living body right next to her. She wished she could meet someone and ask her all the questions on her mind. Who was she? What was she doing here again? Her head was aching and her body was soar, like she had been thrown down a cliff and merely survived.

Time is so short...

And I’m sure…


There must be something more…


In a flash a familiar place suddenly came to mind. A place filled with graves and broken buildings. She seemed to remember something. The place wasn’t as depressing as one would expect from a graveyard. The sun would often spread her light across the area and turn it into a sanctuary.
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Yay, community back in action, kicking bottom or what???

Wow, i just love the new look communtiy site, it is amazing and everyone will love it, i am sure :3 Thank you to anyone who contributed in making it this awesome and epic!!! Can't wait to post some new things xDDDDD Sorry, no excuse me for the title, i just had to put ittttttt
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Black Ear

HA and this is the first thing I post when the site comes back up. Well enjoy~

Black Ear

De Drinkplaats, a mystical new appearance in the Endless Forest. Deer from all around had flocked to this fountain in order to experience the new magic. It was a new place for deer to gather, for them to socialize. But deer weren't the only creatures to gather here. Animals of all kind came, doves, ravens, bats, frogs, squirrels, and rabbits.

The exquisite fountain lay atop a smooth, flat rock with a slight indent in the middle, where the water collected. The rock was surrounded by full, thick blueberry bushes, their fruits sweet and ripe in their endless season. Faint, sparkling lights arose from the mystical water, visibly showing that it had powers given by the Twin Gods. Around the area was a fairy ring, extremely large in circumference. Blue mist emitted from the large mushrooms, and it had the power to change the deer that entered the circle. The deer became basic, natural. Their magic spells and special pelts melted away, their masks disappearing, and their antlers becoming that of a true deer. This place was indeed filled with magic.

This place is my home. And this is not a story you will hear from the viewpoint of one of those deer. I am not one of them. I am not a spirit, nor a passer-by. I am but a simple rabbit, by the name of Black Ear. My name was given because of my obvious mark, my left ear which is darker than the rest of my body. All rabbits are named either for what their parents' first see or by any birthmark on their body. My mother's name was Willow Leaf, my father's Red Patch. My size is decent, though I may be large to some. And I have an ornament on my left ear, given to me by a strange goddess.

:.{Dirty Little Things Meme}.:

[=10]YES. Thankyou, Fled. >D

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