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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?
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
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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