|It's always nice to have points.. I'm actually keeping points to someday adopt a Griffsnuff character|
VisionIt was amazing just how much blood the body had within it.Vision by Vahildr
The blurred edges of Vahildr Singecoat's vision caught the cold, unforgiving ground, finding that she was becoming acquainted with its sight. Her body seized, every ounce of energy departing from her as if it deemed her vessel, unable to handle any more force, had outlived its usefulness.
Everyone was dead. The perimeter had been breached. The mystical object had been taken. And…right.
She was losing.
Warm, blackened blood was seeping past the gaps between her clawed fingers.
Vahildr let out a snarl of distaste, which warped itself into a half-assed pathetic whine. In spite of the looming figure above her that intended nothing else but to bring about her end, the charr's mind managed to venture elsewhere, trying to retreat into the confines of her core. Perhaps she had achieved delirium.
A clear vision of sanguine hued petals and a pristine white uniform fluttered past her line of vision. She didn’t even have to str
First MeetingsAilith Verid - all of nine years old - wrinkled her nose at the prospect of feeling like she was being squished on all sides.First Meetings by Vahildr
She held a cat tightly in her arms, subjecting the creature to a nearly vice-like grip.
He didn't move to escape or swat at the girl, however, rather, he pressed his muzzle against her cheek, almost reassuringly.
The man in front of her, a wiry, dark skinned young man, turned, motioning her to follow him.
She heaved a sigh and stepped through the glittering portal, the feline in her grasp purring loudly.
Her grip on the car loosened as she looked around the room in wonder, nearly backing into one of the many mages in the Citadel's gate-room.
She squeaked loudly and spun, curtsying as well she could while holding a cat in her arms.
The Mage smiled down at her.
"You are fine, child. No harm done."
He looked up, noticing the Mage tasked with finding the girl, smiling at him.
"Good evening, Metias."
The dark-skinned Mage bowed in return. "To you as well, Master Hyro
I love youI always searched for this...Inirias
Long ago, I couldn’t even dream of it.
Oh, how the time passed since this.
Verity from this emotion overflow me now.
Ended is the era where I was alone.
You found me,
Ultimately, I want to convey to you the true meaning of these words.
Of Lovers And Introductions, A WTNV SeriesThis story is not impossible, but also not very likely.DarkestDawns
Welcome to Night Vale.
To begin, dear listener, I would like to clarify that I am not real.
I am simply a figment of your imagination. A fabrication of one idle mind communicated to another. I am a part of both of these minds.
I am a part of you that you have constructed as a median between your conscious and subconscious mind.
This voice of your mind projected onto these words is only as real as you let it become.
I am, simply put, a story, one of utter insignificance to the workings of the cosmos.
But isn't that all we are in the end, listener, stories? There will come a time when your existence is carried on smudged graphite and spilled ink and echoing tones through legends.
Your story will be doubted and plagiarized and edited to the point where the line between true truth and pure fiction is blurred beyond recognition.
You, too, will eventually be lost to the ages.
And you will, too, like so many others, fall to silence.
Summoner: chapter 7, The Coven~Draone~Draone
Exiting from a gateway is never fun. There is a release of pressure as if you surfaced from a deep dive and your senses feel raw. Light hurts your eyes, sounds assault your ears, and your clothes scrap across your skin. This time was it felt like stepping into hell. The heat hit us like a punch to the gut, and the putrid smell of sulfur was unbearable.
“Everyone, spread out!” Chiorix took command quickly.
We did as he said and spread out. I found myself crouching behind a mound of rubble next to Jayd. “What happened here?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” The place was a disaster, “It looks like Meta’s team tried to retreat to the gateway and brought the battle with them. It’s a miracle the gateway wasn’t hit.”
The building that had previously sheltered the gateway had been blow to smithereens. Queer black fires were burning amongst the debris and the smell of sulfur, while less potent now, still hung in
I'm an artist, a writer, a singer. |
I am many things, insane included.
I have my moments of biting sarcasm, though you can always count on me to listen and give advice.
I like taxidermy, and I am studying to be a zoo keeper. I am a Christian who believes that Jesus died for my sins, but that Nature has a higher meaning.
I love the outdoors.
Books are my life, and my friends mean the world to me, as do my characters and my family.
I am feline-minded, feline-hearted: I identify strongly with Snow Leopard.
Who am I, you ask?
I am simply me.
You may not like it, you may want me to change...
But I won't.
Take it or leave it, darling, what you see is what you get.
No questions asked.