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When There Is Only One...

The shuffling of a set of hooves through the grays of long-cooled shadows trickled through the forest. Dead leaves rolling about tinkled like strident wind-chimes. Thick shadows sucked layers of color from everything as the being trod through them, her own vibrant coat also falling victim to the hungry beings. Like water, they took the bright orange and turned it to rust. The rustier the doe's pelt got, the slower and more deliberate her steps became.

Heavily a breath shook from the doe in a purposeful sigh. The world was fading to darkness around her and that same darkness eked into her lungs; she felt a need to expel it. It clung to her eyelashes and there the shadows were washed away by tears not unlike those of the Idol that cries a river. Yet there seemed to be nothing to cry about in this place, except maybe to wash away the shadows from the pair of green eyes they tried to take refuge in. Both shadow and tear were blinked away.

A mouth, pink-lined and black rimmed, opened in a long yawn.



/vent writing. Balindfiya was the subject. I'm sorry I used her for such ill, she really is not a depressed deer by any means.

automated response [poetry/vent]

Eh. Personal. This is the last one for tonight, I swear I'll stop spamming with my crap.

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Tales from the Nexus - Shippai

Tales from the Nexus

Shippai

Requested by Pegasicorn

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The Bakku no kuronotsurugi...roughly translated to the Black Sword of the Buck, was one of many countless 'legendary' swords known throughout Japan. Said to be made of an exceptional quality and thought to be used by a well known warrior in a famous battle. Now in the possession of the Kuwaddo Clan, the sword was locked away and guarded by a single samurai.

Kinsha wanted that sword. Not only for the quality and history of the blade, but to prove his skills as a ninja. One samurai would be easy enough, the sword was as good as his.

He remained hidden in a tree, watching as the candle lights along the manor were snuffed out. Soon all that remained illuminated was the armory, where the sacred Black Sword was located. And inside, his adversary waited, the ninja could see him sitting in meditation before the sword

In actuality, Quad had fallen asleep, sitting upright and snoring. He never was the best at the night shift for this reason, but the Kuwaddo Clan never bothered to check up on him at night.

Kinsha took a deep breath. It was now or never, he took his first step down on the tree bark, and slipping he hit the ground with a loud thud.

Quad's eyes opened just a bit, he yawns and stands up. Walking to the entrance of the room, he opens the door and steps outside, looking out into the courtyard. Nothing out of the ordinary...a few small pagodas remained lit on this night, a full moon was out (Kinsha picked the worst night for this), and several fireflies buzzed around. The samurai looked around a bit, wandering over to the area where he thought he heard something.
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The Siege of the Forest (Story)

Reposted, please feel free to retrack

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Eyestrike - Fight - Moose
Fawn - Flee - Swan
Maeve - Fight to Flee - Goat
Rutilus - Fight - Fox
Nathaniel - Surrender - Kangaroo
Kylar - Fight - Snow Leopard
Julianna - Surrender to Fight - Sheep
Donnovan - Fight - Horse
Mar Sart - Fight - Wolf
Darkweaver - Fight - Swarm of Hummingbirds
Sam - Flee - Okapi
Faraji - Flee - TEF Deer
Ludicer - Fight - Polar Bear
Leon - Fight - Mountain Lion
Zergarikiaka - Flee - Coyote
Auni - Fight - Snake
Kileah - Fight - Otter
Myszka - Flee - Skunk (Survivor role)
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Who ? little one .

You were quiet nice company ...little one !!
And thanks to you 2 too !
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Writing requests, anyone? (Slots Open)

I came up with this idea earlier today and wanted to see what you guys thought. I think it would be interesting and challenging XD...While I'm trying to keep my mind off of my job search, I wanted to offer writing requests. I will have certain themes and such you can choose from, so I'd like to see what you decide to pick.

Basically it will go like this - you pick one of your characters to be in the story, one of my characters to be in the story, a genre, and a theme for the story. I will try to come up with a variety of themes, so once one is picked I will cross it out (I'd rather not write the same kind of story twice, you know).

I'll try to make these first come first serve, but I might jump around a little. And as of right now the slots are limited to the amount of 'themes' I have, but I might close slots if I feel like I am getting behind writing them.

If you would like to know more about a particular character of mine, please feel free to ask. A few of them I haven't written about in a while so it would be nice to write a story with them included.

Sound good?

the thought of you, it shivers me [ Keith ]

mature themes and swearing


they rob you of your dignity
they even steal your heart from me
it ain't revenge, you understand
I just want to know who dealt this hand

introvert cadaver [m/poetry]

rated m for...weirdness. I don't know.

don't do what she did [vent]

in which dannii turns into a living stereotype and whines about her mother lololol

sorry for spamming you guys with this poorly-written crap tonight.




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why do phoenix feathers fly
into the rising sun?
why do newborn children die
just after life's begun?

where do all the people go
when they're not in the streets?
what do kings do once they know
the rip-tear of defeat?

all my friends had lullabies
to lull them off to sleep
I had half-truths and half-lies
inside my mind to keep

no-one sang to me and I
would shiver in the dark
I'd hear noises, I'd hear thumps
I hoped it was your heart

no-one taught me how to be
an adult like the others
now they tell me I'm a child
a child without a mother

so no-one kept me safe from nightmares
no-one told me not to swear
no-one ever seems to care
when I say I miss her

I'm torn between mirth and tears
but I'd rather go for the first
I'm sure my whining and my fears
are nothing like the worst

so mother, mother please
don't visit me at night
I've gone this long without you
I think I'll be alright


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lol now I feel like a whiny teenager aw yee
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