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The wonder of flightAs the morning sun began to rise over the grand plains, Darin would slowly come to consciousness. Still snugged warmly against the Talonflame, he'd let out a yawn and open his eyes blearily. Slowly blinking away the sleep he'd look upwards, taking a moment to recognize the large bird. It's eyes were closed, the large pokemon breathing softly in it's sleep; placed next to Darin would be his familiar, the sword's eye still shut. Getting up slowly and carefully so as not to wake the two of them, he'd walk a small distance away and stretch, watching the sun as it continued to make it's way through the sky. That had to have been the best he'd slept in a good while..a full stomach, and something warm and soft to sleep against. He'd purse his lips, thinking hard for what to do next..if they were going to have any chance of winning, he'd need to figure out how to ride it somehow. The thief had his doubts that careening through the sky in it's talons would count towards a mount competition.
Learning bit by bitAct would be angrily pacing -or rather floating- in a circle around Darin as he lay in the grass, slowly calming from the flight. Honestly when the bird had come at him in the way it did, he'd thought it was an invitation. His plan was to grab onto it's legs and see if he could climb onto it's back from there as it flew. Little did he expect the large bird to snatch him up like a piece of prey and take off with him-though at least it seemed like it wasn't wholly interested in eating him. It'd just dropped him in the grass, and landed nearby, neatly preening it's feathers as if nothing were out of the norm for it. As startling and scary as the moment had been, he did have to admit a touch of thrill to the little trip..he'd never been that high, or gone that fast before. Sighing, he'd sit up and rub his head, glancing over to the bird. It had chosen to stand in place, sharp eyes watching Act as it circled around him.
He'd turn his eye to the agitated familiar, deciding to break whatever
Silence in the midst of screamsTime was running out. He could feel it, screaming, clawing..edging at every fiber of his being. The demon's mentality, his one remaining shard of who he had been lay within his cracked mind. Watching with a dread as everything lined, as his existence would slowly be diminished. If not the next soul devoured, it would be the starvation, that ended him. Any more pressure upon his already shattered mind, would have the shard be no more, a spiraling insanity would only remain. As it were on the surface...anxious, paranoid..fearful of everyone, and thing. Obsessive to the point of compulsion and actions driven by colors and nothing but the remnants of himself. He could only silently guide and hold the hope that his body would comply through his mind's disarray. Yet, as the time passed...he would find no solution to the issue at hand. How, could he survive without consuming the souls of contracted humans? It'd been unheard of by the demon thus far for such a thing to be. His search had been
9 years and 10 monthsConfusion, yelling and fear. Small arms reaching in desperation, a swift and loud CRACK, followed by the thump of a small body hitting the floor. Silence, as the storm slowed and ended, the small form being looked upon in contempt before the assailant would drop the heavy bottle and saunter off, leaving the small boy alone on the floor. As his consciousness left him, and the blood flowed freely from the wound upon his head. Coating and soaking through the already bright red hair darkening it and sinking into the carpet upon which he lay..confusion would riddle the boy's mind..why had this happened..? His consciousness would only return fleetingly as his father would return from work, his worried voice yelling, calling to him..he felt himself cradled up into the man's arms as the older Octillery attempted to get what had happened from the younger boy. The boy's eyes..fogged over and riddled with confusion would only stare back blankly. What happened...a slow blink. His mother had beaten
Tick, tock...goes the clockTick, tock...
goes the clock
goes the clock
goes the clock
I can't escape
goes the clock
a never ending symphony
why can't it ever leave me be?
goes the clock
in the back of my mind,
even if my ears cannot hear it
goes the clock
there is no place here,
that the ticking does not haunt me
The agonizing stress,
it makes me a mess,
when will quiet be found?
Not even away...
it's always at play
try to break them away,
remove the battery..
but there are too many, the ticks and tocks won't sway
the stress they cause is too much to carry
and so...the panic arises
a mess left to be messier,
but still...the faint..
of the clock.
How he won his homeWhispers were carried on the wind that night...whispers of the king and his tree. "The king is getting old..the king may die soon." "Who will get his home when he's gone?" the many voices of the forest's inhabitants asked one another quietly, careful not to disturb the old Nidoking in his place. "That tree is the best in the forest...it has many places to hide, many places to live." the voices would continue on, very well aware of the one listening in the shadows beyond the bushes, but paying no mind to the worthless scrap. HE certainly wouldn't be a threat to their plotting or planning, the runt couldn't fight and didn't have the bravery to go against king. They, on the other hand...or anyone else here could contend this treasure. "Should we challenge him now, while he is weaker in age? Or wait until he simply dies of his own?" they would question, each inhabitant in this place wanting that tree as their own, each determined to obtain it.
Listening intently from where he hid, the youn
Go ahead and hate me.Go ahead!
Without me ever having done anything but live and breathe.
Glare at me, look at me like I'm trash.
Maybe I'll disappear one day
I'm a nasty little kid, a bastard teenager, and a worthless man.
But know, you're what made me who I am.
I didn't know as a kid. I cried and hated it. As a teenager, I was lonely and desperate to feel loved. Now as a man, I am cold and cynical.
All that makes me happy in the world is this twisted idea of mine.
You hate me, but you can't ignore me. I'm always here, you'll always look at me. Even if you hurt me, as every single pair of eyes that lands on me ultimately wants...I will welcome it. Because then...someone is paying attention to me.
I'll insult you, I'll hurt your pride, scoff at you, goad, push, and pick at you.
But...It's only because..
I want to feel like someone cares.
And this...hate and pain, is all I know.
One by one, we wait to dieA single scream cuts the silence,
then turns to many
all we were was compliant,
We didn't cause this,
but we suffer the most
we all miss...
what did we do?
for our hosts' squabble
We know that we won't move away,
In our hearts...we feel
And each day, another of us dies
You have no heart
for our fight
It's not right.
Notes on Cornelius as a ShapeshifterA reminder. Cornelius was originally human. He ran afoul of a form-destroying virus which malfunctioned, mutating his body into a genetic hodgepodge of all former hosts of the virus, including himself. Although he's now apparently a monster thing, the virus left his original code intact. Each of his cells contain double DNA strands, one human and one glatni. He's able to express either set at will. But there are lots of catches.
Just keep in mind that 'unshifted', 'normal', 'actual' Cornelius is glatni, 'shapeshifted' Cornelius is human.
By definition, anything 'magical' that happens in the Network works in conjunction with the nearby dimension, which has different physics. In Cornelius' case, this foots the bill for his change in mass. When he transforms, his shifting field (an area around him pushed drastically nearer the other dimension, temporarily allowing crazy things like all your cells changing at once without killing you) yanks/pushes a whole load of extra matter into/out o
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 15
Author's note: I'm finally back from my school trip. Oh man, I have such a big jet lag. You can't imagine.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
After Kise’s statement about the picture I couldn’t sleep at all. Probably because I threw my pillow at the door right after he left and I wasn’t able to get it back.
Taking my crutches I make my way over to the bathroom to fulfil my morning duties. It’s kind of fascinating how inventive I am when I’m handicapped.
I want to take a shower, but I can’t stand on my own and I don’t want to take my crutches into the shower. That’s why I place myself in the shower, so I sit with the most part of my body in it and only my injured leg is looking out.
After the complicated shower I dress into an oversized (_f/c_) pullover, which is going till down to my knees. So it’s like a dress.
Not wasting time to look for shoes, because I can only w
Mindy Marvel Data File - Steel City
Name: Mindy Marvel
Alter-Ego: Melinda Bridget Crane
Marital Status: Married (2nd Lt. John Crane, United States Army)
Dr. Richard Doherty (father)
Karen Doherty (mother)
Michael Doherty (younger brother)
Dr. Sabrina (Brie) Doherty (aunt)
Current Occupation: Paralegal, Poole & Schmidt LLC; Student, Steel City Law School
Eyes: Green (as Melinda Crane) Electric Blue (as Mindy Marvel)
Hometown: Hill Valley
Base of Operations: Steel City
Alignment: Lawful Good
Mindy is able to tap into the Earth's natural electrical field and is the source of her powers which include:
Enhanced Physical Abilities
Superhuman Strength: Mindy is able to lift up to 5 tons
Superhuman Speed: 25 mph jogging, 50 mph running, 100 mph sprinting
Superhuman Stamina: Mindy's musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. She can physically exert herself at peak capacity for se
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1: The rights of Pokemon and all associated parts of the franchise belong to GAME FREAK inc.
2: All data not taken from official GAME FREAK Inc. sources is the intellectual property of the author, Professor
Death Battle Arena: Godzilla
DEATH BATTLE ARENA
Age: Over 65 million years
Race: Mutated Godzillasaurus
Title: The King of Monsters
Bio: Deep in the depths of the ocean, an ancient beast lay dormant. Then its peace was disrupted by the testing of atomic weapons and it burst from the shorelines of Japan. It was known to them as “Gojira”, and to Americans as “Godzilla”. Wherever the beast goes, destruction is sure to follow. Many a man made machine, ancient beast, alien creature, and advanced cyborg have joined the buildings and corpses that Godzilla has left in his path of destruction. Yet at the same time, he is simultaneously a destroyer and a protector of Earth.
How to reach…
Godzilla is a boss character that can only be reached by defeating Arcade Mode on the “HARD” difficulty setting. The conditions are that the player must not use a Continue and perform at least th
Vukar Sub-Species: Montana steppe
This sub-species is available for anyone to make after completing the application process.
Scientific name: Homo luveceranisus veloxpedes
Average Weight: 5,500-6,200 lb.
Average Height: 5-6.5 ft.
Coat Colors: Most commonly come in colors seen in popular dog breeds (especially border collies) but may come in other colors and patterns as well.
Litter Size: 1-5 pups
Place of Origin: Montana
Vocalizations: They are more prone to canine vocalizations and may howl more often than other sub-species. They will still whoop in place of howling, however.
Montana steppe vukar were the first sub-species created after the colossi. Highly versatile and extremely work oriented, the steppes were the most popular sub-species of all the vukar. In captivity, steppes were the most
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
H2OVanoss / Vanolirious - HickeysI giggled slightly as Evan pushed me onto the couch, hovering over me. I stared up at him as he stared back; my mask having been thrown to the side. Evan smiled mischievously before lunging down and attacking my neck.
I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, followed by his tongue gently licking the spot. He continue the action in a few more spots before he bit down harder on a certain spot. I yelped quietly followed by a moan as he assaulted the spot with licks and nips. Evan pulled away, admiring his handiwork as I'm sure a bruise was now forming there. He grinned and kissed me passionately, holding us there with our lips locked for a good while.
I was out of breath and panting once he pulled away. Evan gazed at me, our faces a mere few inches apart. "I love you Jonathan." He whispered.
I smiled and pecked his lips. "I love you too, now get off." I commanded, pushing on his chest lightly. He groaned jokingly and swung his head back. "I don't wanna mom." He whined before heaving hi
A thousand years of Sonic 32A thousand years of Sonic 32
To remember a dream
Alice was on her throne she looked around she seances someone coming. Then she heard the front doors of the castle slam open, she quickly got up and made a big thin wall of ice. She waited for a moment and saw a few figures on the other side then she notice the ice was turning red and it exploded. Alice took a few steps back, "Alice it has been a long time" said Mephiles, Alice created a hard ice ball and threw it at them, Nightclaw grabbed the ice ball and melted it in his hands. "Enough games Alice we know the reason you made winter early" said Mephiles, "Hmph!" Alice showed them no fear. "Listen carefully we know it's because of Persephone so drop the act" said Mephiles, Alice stayed silent. Mephiles started to laugh, "Well I must say that was a cunning move but it won't work, your only going to give us more time and chances on getting the chaos emeralds" said
Bio: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threashName: Monduair "Mark" Mon'threash
Height: 5' 9
Hair: 3 in. below his shoulders dark gold
Occupation: Miracle worker
He carries around a special tool with him, that allows him to cure any sickness. He is renowned as an amazing miracle worker because of this, but tries desperately to keep it toned down, so people will not flock to him. He has a very thick french accent, and hasn't yet mastered English. He tends to go by the name Mark more often than his own name, due to him disliking the sound of it. He keeps well dressed, but is not rich. And refuses to charge for the healing he does.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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