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Chapter 1 - Life of a Warrior
I was mentored by my father himself. A great deputy of the general in the defense force, Deputy Kevres, and when I was done with my training, and my blade had it's full color, I was put into my brother's, Captain Sevor's troop.
We are all winged foxes living on an island floating over the clouds in the sky. No one can really explain how it floats, it just does. And about 37000 feat down is earth.
We know the place well, we have some of our hunting-grounds down there. We hunt moose and deer and sometimes even different types of birds.
The reason we don't live on what already is on our island is because some of the prey considers protected for it's wisdom and the moose are bigger down there than the peagonmoose are up here. Their skin is also very hard to break through so we often leave them be.
This island consists of one large and one smaller half and it takes about three days to fly from the west side of the large island, called the West-Half, to the east side of the small islan
Chapter 3 - How to catch Huise
My new friend Cross and I seemed to have a lot in common. We could joke about things that we could both laugh at and we had a great time together.
He was a pretty happy dog and this type of person who'd make everyone around them happy too. I was happy to get to know him and even happier that I might be ably to see him every day if he'd be let out on his back yard daily.
As we kept on walking through the damp forest he told me about his mother and siblings, how he were the strongest among them and how he got a new home. He also told me how he got to live with another dog who were a lot older than him and passed away a few months after he himself came into the family.
In return I told him about my mother and siblings and how I was the weakest among them, in a joking way of course in order to get something to laugh about. I told him about Huise, how he was so cold eyed and how I could never catch him when we'd play hunt.
"Dude!" Cross laughed "If you can't catch that cat you've got to cha
My different art styles - listSharp Shaded
One or more layers of sharp shadings
Anime/cartoon looking lineart
As many layers as neededOften anime/cartoon looking line-art but could as well be more realistic looking
Drawings that I made some sort of effort on to make them look more realistic. Could be the line-art or the shading.
Alone Again by Zailicxima
Lineless drawingsCharacter is drawn on one single layerUsed mostly the marker tool in paint tool sai to create
Chapter 2 - Good Evening Auro
I woke up in some kind of basket with blankets and a pillow in the bottom of it. I remembered falling asleep by the TV the night before. They must have carried me there when they went to bed yesterday night. It wasn't like I wasn't used to it. My mother used to do that too.
I looked around me. The room was dark so I couldn't see much details but it had one bed where one of the humans slept. It was probably the younger one since the other ones that were older usually slept together. It was like that in the last family.
The door leading to his room was slightly open so I sneaked out. I came to a bigger room that wasn't really a room. More like a gathering area that led to other rooms including a way to the kitchen and another to the living room.
On my left side was a white table placed with the short-side to the wall with six white chairs and a window above it. The moon was shining bright. It should be some time after midnight but still far away from morning.
I realized how thirsty I was
Chapter 1 - New Home
I was born in a house with my five siblings. My mother was this kind of sweet mother who'd do anything to protect you and keep you safe but I never got to know who my father was.
Guess not many dogs do.
I was eight weeks old and the only thing I'd ever known was the house and the garden. I didn't even know there was an outside world and I can't say that I cared either. I was just happy to goof around with the insects I found outside and the rugs that was everywhere inside.
I was this kind of pup who was not interested in wrestling which my brothers and sisters at all but instead liked to explore and discover new things. I mean what's the point of eyes when you have them buried in battle all the time?
My siblings soon realized that I didn't want to play with them and left me alone. No one minded me, mum had too much trouble looking after my siblings that no one noticed me trying to climb up the stairs.
No one more than mum knew what was up there. That's what made me interested. Climbing
Everything was burning. His whole world was falling apart. The moon warriors had attacked them in bigger troops than they'd expected and tonight the great lightning would hit. There has been lightning showers earlier but never like this one. He looked out of the window in his castle and saw his defenses getting torn down.
"Father!" a voice called. He looked behind him to see his beautiful daughter. She looked worried.
"Everything is going to be okay my love." He said and knew he was lying.
"But it's not. It's the end of the world." Tenia said. He didn't answer and kept looking out of the window. He knew that his castle was the most secure building in the empire, but it wouldn't protect anyone from the great lightning.
His thoughts were disturbed by paw-steps. Paws belonging to three persons.
He could see General Inala, Deputy Mitch and Professor Roww.
"King Erew!" Inala said loudly. "Professor Roww has found a way to stop the lightning."
"Well, stop it then." Erew said. "We can't. You
The Angel Boy
Once up on a time there was a lonely girl.
This girl didn't have any friends and people seemed to hate her without reason.
She had done nothing wrong, in fact she was nice to every one she'd always try to help but everyone would just ignore her.
The girl would always go home from school with a broken heart, cry every night. Sometimes she'd even think of suicide.
Her parents didn't know about it, they thought that she was just fine, and even if they knew that she wasn't they wouldn't care.
One day when the lonely girl was on her way home from school, she heard someone crying for help.
She was the only one who walked through the forest to take the fastest way home, and there was never any people around there so why would it be now?
She kept on walking, thinking that it was only n her mind, but then she heard it again.
She ran off, to were she heard it and saw a boy in her age stuck in a tree.
The lonely, little girl climbed the tree to help the helpless, little boy.
As they were both dow
The word that brings people together.
The word that starts friendships and relationships.
The word that can turn any day a bit brighter.
The word that can bring a smile on anyone's face.
The word that makes you realize that you don't want them to leave.
Isn't it a bit strange?You've known him as long as you can remember, but he turned into a vegetarian so now you wont talk to him anymore.
She was your best friend but she changed to goth, so now you would just criticize her and send her these bitch looks.
Every other girl in the class liked her. She was every ones friend, but she started to put on makeup before all of the others so now you call her bitch.
He was the best soccer player in the class, and everyone wanted to be around him.
But he changed and started to dance instead. Everyone ignored him from the day they found out about it.
She was there for everyone and everyone turned to her if they needed someone to talk to.
But for every day she changed a little. Now her new nickname is "damn punker" and you bully her.
He was the kind one everyone saw as a friend, but he started to wear big glasses, so now you call him "fuckin' hipster".
Just because you changed no one likes you.
Isn't that a bit strange?
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
He had been so close... So close to almost make her breathless... Lifeless...
The thought got to her mind as she tried to rise herself from the stony ground inside the cave.
Blood was all around her on the surface she had been lying on.
He had almost killed her!
Resting her weight at her front-paws, she tried to stand up with her hind-legs.
Why would he do that?
She gasped as she fell down to the ground again, the hard and cold stone floor almost knocking the breath out of her chest.
He had said he would protect her, instead he had been knocking her to the walls of the cave, biting her, throwing her around.
He said that he loved her, but his way to show that seemed like it was to wound her badly...
But if she didn't have him she would have no one that's why she stayed.
He had been assaulted her in the start of the night, and left.
She had been falling asleep, too weak to stand up, to weak to howl for help to weak to do anything.
She knew that he doesn't love her and he knew that
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