A little vent writing inspired by an old Asia song I used to love listening to back when I was obsessed with them.
You open your eyes. You've never seen this place before, sitting up you find yourself on a stone bench in a maze. The walls are old brick, vines and ivy hanging from them. They are very high up, there would be no way to climb up to get a better look around. You see the sky is clear, the air feels crisp like it's morning. You have plenty of daylight to find your way out of this labyrinth.
You start walking down the long pathways. You think you have a sense of direction, but you find a dead end and turn around, retracing your steps as best you can. You walk down another pathway, thinking you're going to find the way out, but you discover the bench you had started at. You realize that you haven't gotten anywhere.
There is something sitting on the bench - an old photo. You must have missed it when you first got up, and picking it up, you see that it is you a few years ago. You were confident, eager to live, ready for any challenge.
What happened? Have you lose that drive?
You put the photo in your pocket and turn around, going back the way you came. You take a different turn this time, following the old pathways, looking for any sign of the exit. You soon find the same bench again, with another photo of yourself. You remember that day all to well...
...something terrible happened that day. You turn your head, you don't want to look at it.
She's already mated off, and plans to stay that way. Her heart goes to Scape. <3
Estrogen: Normal
Scent: Weak
Mar Sart -
More or less ignoring the rut completely. His heart is already spoken for, by Aegle. <3
Testosterone: Normal
Scent: Normal
Driftwood, Tiralarc, Nightgale -
Inactive.
Spill Heartless -
Not participating in the rut, but is quite aggressive.
Testosterone: OMG DON'T GO THERE. D8
Scent: FRIGGIN DARNED STRONG.
Darkweaver -
He had his final rut last year. Content to stay at Laghodessa's grave.
Testosterone: Normal
Scent: Like old man and decay.
Laghodessa -
Dead. Lol.
Archelius -
Not in the rut, but you may treat him as if he is. He does carry the scent of rutting, and will engage in behaviors typically seen. Free to spar.
Testosterone: High
Scent: Strong
Saix -
Not interested. At all. In fact, he's trying to wait it out in whatever manner he can. (Whether it be fighting persuers off, attacking trees, or hiding in the blue bowl.) However, he's not quite himself, and may randomly flirt with random stags or does if bothered too much, and violence doesn't work.
However, due to the presence of a full moon so close to the time of the rut, and being more instinctive due to his berserk + nobody-instinct, he is extremely aggressive and will spar with anyone who requests a fight. He is also more protective of certain individuals such as Vivian.
Feel free to interract with him as if he were in the rut, but expect the above.
Mainly will be inclined to stay around the other nobodies.
Testosterone: :| High enough to accept all fights.
Scent: None
Neurotoxin -
She's part machine and thus not interested. She carries the scent of rut, but will not be woo'ed.
[=10]I've had this in a notebook for a while now and was shy to type it up because I never really proofread it or anything, so... ;; I guess I'll do that after I post it because I'm weird like that LOLOL. ALSO sorry about the formatting; I wrote it on Notepad.
Anyway, just a really bizarre... no-sense intro on Sort, idk xD I was just bored in math so I started jotting things down that turned into this. <3 Sorry if there's run-ons or spelling errors or whatever. D> Not to keen on making this perfect because I'm not so good a routine writer as I am an artist. It's loose and has no plot and the descriptions emotion and dialogue all suck and--LOL OH WELL have fun.
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A blur.
White...
Like some newborn child being awakened by opening, blue rose pedals, his eyes
opened: eyelids drawing back as beautifully as the pearl-esque shell on hatching
eggs. A slate hue like the color of the ocean blended with metal-stroked, ebony
pupils--cold, confused, and timid with bewilderment.
Why was everything so bright? Where was he? And what was he doing there...? Or
how...
Who was he?
"Mr. Sortsand? Are you awake?"
That was an odd name. It seemed foreign yet recognizable to him, but not at all
like something he was to respond to. It wasn't his. Or, if it was, this young male
had not a sliver of a clue that it really was.
He responded anyhow purely out of old instinct by turning his head. This confirmed
his placement on a bed and pillow--and they were both stiffened thin, at that.
The one that had questioned the other was a well-polished individual wearing some
too-bright robe of--of course--white. To be plain, the entire room was white.
Heaven?
"How do you feel?" No response. Instead, the doctor put a hand to a heavily-bandaged
forehead half covered with black bangs.
I knew I said I wasn't going to be gone for any more extended absences but....yeah. I disappeared again. I lost all of Latet's spell data since I got a new computer, so she's going to be a naked deer right now. But be sure to keep an eye out for her. I noticed the rut even going on, and it confused me...a lot. But I'm back for good now!
My body, mangled
Weak as a feather,
Sick as the dead,
Dying as the revenged,
When you see,
When you feel,
Can you remember something?
Cause my hearts dying,
Mangled, broken,
Bleeding,
The blood spurts,
Ruby blue,
Same as the fire,
It's making me die
It's making me feel.
As if death were still a long, endless ocean away.
When you see my heart,
Ruby red,
Do you remorse?
For one as lost as I?
Or do you move on,
Knowing I am un savable?
Fire burns at my heels,
Peaceful as the morning sun,
Burning us to death.
Die with me, as my mind slows, stops.
My ruby blue lips kiss your eyes...
Tortured into submission and pain.
Darkness, enfolding my into its red, red heart...
Don't leave me again. Please...
