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Recrocia ::Chapter 5:: Recrocia's eyes widened. Feral's slim silhouette was bordering the horizon by the edge of the flat roof. "Feral!" She snapped her head up to looked into the yellow eyes of a complete stranger.
Feral pulled out his pocket knife and spread his legs apart, watching the Nekrocian lion. "Don't hurt her or it will be the last thing you do."
The lion just pulled his lips back in a toothy grin. He dropped Recrocia and narrowed his eyes.
Recrocia let a gasp escape her mouth as she looked up. "You can thought speak?"
"I'm not Jitaska anymore! You kicked me from the pride, and father scarred you for life because of that."
the male snarled. He lifted his head, eyes locked on Recrocia as he murmured,
"Shut up! You were not granted with any power! It was by your own greed. You awoke one of the Agatians, and slated it. It broke the chain! And now our kind is going to die." Feral threw his dagger at the N
Recrocia :Chapter 4: "Well else haven't you told me?" Recrocia gave Feral a stark glance. As he lowered his gaze to the ground, Recrocia laid a hand on his shoulder, and murmured, "I won't bite you." Feral raised his head with eyes widened. "Did you forget I'm a Nekrocian?" Recrocia hopped off the bed onto her hands and knees; and closed her as eyes she felt her body growing in strength, size, and abilities. She then opened her ice-blue eyes and looked back at Feral as she swished her long, black tail back and forth across the dust-laden floor. She then sneezed, and gave a toothy grin. Though Feral did not like this, thinking she was going to eat him; and with that thought, she scrambled backwards out of his chair, rolling over the arm and to the floor with a cough.
Recrocia walked over towards him, and he ducked behind the chair. "Feral, I just told you I won't bite you. I don't think you would taste very good," Recrocia chuckled, her voice in a very deep to
Recrocia :Chapter 3: Feral sat beside Recrocia's bed with his hand on top of hers. A bandage was wrapped around his torso and arm where he had been hit in the fall.
There was a very large and tight bandage around Recrocia's chest and torso, and one across her injured leg. Any more badages and she'd look like a mummy. A rip was torn in one of her long ears,and one of her earrings was missing. A scar was torn across her eye and three across the side of her neck from the time when she was flung across the forest floor. Her ankle was twisted, to make it worse. But she was in good hands.
A knock sounded at the door, and a head peaked in. It was the village's doctor. Feral nodded and the doctor stepped in.
"How's your larynx feeling, son?" he asked gruffly.
Feral shook his head.
"Still can't talk?"
Feral shook his head again, a scowl crossing his
Recrocia :Chapter 2: She locked her gaze with Feral's and grinned. Her smile etched into a frown as she grimmaced at the pain when Feral placed a hand on her injured leg. The beartrap had torn into it deeply as she had pulled whipped backwards from the air, but it was not fractured or broken, luckily. Though, her hip was disloacted and some of the tendons and muscles torn or sheered.
"You can't run for a while. It's either stay here, or go to a hospital--"
"They would turn me in for the bounty. I can't really trust anyone right now... I'm..." She turned her gaze to the floor. "Sorry, but I have to go." She stood up, ignoring the pain and grabbing her things from the desk beside her. As she reached for the doorknob, her leg popped and she buckled to the floor.
"You can't leave now. And you need professional help. I'm only a trapper." Feral helped her up, putting her arm across his shoulder and half draggin
Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess: Ch. 1As the last rays of dusk filter through the trees swaying in the wind, two men sat by a radiantly glowing pool.
The eldest of the men turned to the younger. "Tell me... Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls? They say it's the only time when our world intersects with theirs... The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world. That is why loneliness always pervades at the hour of twilight. But enough talk of sadness... I have a favor to ask of you, Link."
The younger looked up, a smile crossing his face and his blue eyes shining.
The older man continued. "I was supposed to deliver something to the royal family of Hyrule the day after tomorrow... Yes, it was a task set to me by the mayor, but..." He paused. "...would you go in my stead? You have... never been to Hyrule, right? In the kingdom of Hyrule there is a great castle, and around it is Castle Town, a community far bigger than our little village."
"Revelation: Episode 1" ::Preview:: "Now that we've found higher grounds after the flooding, we must find the remaining members of the packs of Intaglia." The red wolf shifted her paws uneasily. "But the question that remains is, how many wolves died?"
The white wolf sighed, ears shifting with the slightest movements of her eyes. "Who knows. All of them could be drowned by now. They were closer to the river than us."
"Then we have to go and search for them-"
"What about a rally call?" Revelation raised her head, her howl echoing over the thunderous waters and through the valley; snaking through all the nooks and crannies.
There was no answer.
Revelation stuck her tail straight into the air, telling her mother to stop talking. Her mother shut her mouth and listened.
As they had waited for over an hour, Revelation sighed and got up, turning around to walk toward where the Sabers had first come
'Revelation' Spoiler ('Revelation' Sneak Peak 2)Why can't I stop writing?! I guess it's a good thing. I needed to ease the dramaticness of the last literature entry. But don't read this of you don't like spoilers But this chapter does ease some worry
The Saber stood towering over the white wolf. "Your mom apparently didn't know not to trust Sabers. You gullibly stupid creatures! The deal was a lie."
"What 'deal'?" the white wolf snapped.
"That we would spare your life if she died. We lied. Now your whole valley will fall to the grave."
"You... double-crossing traitor!" The white wolf looked up, her green-gold eyes now red with gold like the sun in the center. Her lips were drawn back, teeth bared in a loud growl. As the two sabers crouched down and neared the white juvenile, her mother suddenly looked up, eyes wide in terror.
As the two sabers slowly circled around her, one of them leapt at her, fangs bared in a devious smile
"Before the Revelation" ::MiniFic::This takes place about a year to the time during in which the Sabercats attack.
I thought it was the end of the world. The Shadows had taken over Xeconia and the Sabers were moving in to take over the Intaglian Valley. It seemed as though all hope was lost, until I was spoke to in a dream by a magnificent beast. Long, crocodile-like snout with long, jagged fangs; eyes that burned like fire; beautiful scales and fur caressing its body; and a long tail with feather extruding from the tip in a fan.
"You will find the savior of this planet in yourself."
"Me?" I looked into the beast's dark eyes. "How could I be-"
"Not you, young one. The offspring you bear! The Revelation! A white wolf!" the beast roared.
"But no one has seen one since Sage!" I screamed in reply.
The beast spread out wings, that I did not see before, and took off from the ground before me. "You will find it!
'Revelation' Sneak Peek Rocks showered from the cliff path above as two sabercats stalked down toward the valley in the solitude of dusk.
The second one paused slowly, looking up with it's nose wrinkled. "Definitely wolves. The boss will be pleased when we return with the Intaglio Pack's alpha- dead."
The first one whipped around. "Shut up or they'll hear us you dodo-brain!" it snapped quietly. With that, the second one resumed it's crouched position and continued to saunter towards the forest.
"Alpha, do you smell-"
"Yes. It's the SaberClaws. How dare they show their filthy fangs around here! Let's track down those fools. I can only smell two," the alpha snorted; her red, black, tan, and green-strewn pelt shimmering in the fading light. Clouds rolled across the confined space of the valley, sending a shudder of thunder shaking to the ground. Lightning flickered in the distance, drawing nearer with every roar of the thunder.
A Man Reborn"Go."
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughed back the bits of dust and plaster. "Paul," she breathed, wincing at the mass of flesh Tal'shen had left in her wake. She went to him, gasping at his flayed carcass, nothing more than quivering bits of meat and bone. She closed her eyes. One chance.
We are Progeny"Breathe. . . " was the first word he had heard when the disjoint world came to a formless solitude, a blank existence. The voice was deep, inhuman but neutral, and though he would not trust it given the turn of events, he was grateful to have felt nothing rather then pain when he rose to his feet to see it; the source of the voice.
"Who are you?!" Paul demanded with mistrust. The figure mirrored his looks with the exception of it being a dark silhouette.
"We are Progeny; the outcome of how you choose to end this."
"How I should choose?!" He snapped, throwing an angered point of accusation. "You've done nothing but throw me in nightmares! What CHOICE do I have to look forward to?!"
"Symbiosis." It answered.
How could that be a choice?! But then again, Maya and Lysanna explained differently. Perhaps this one was different.
"We have seen the events; the wars of your kind. They are preserved in your DNA. The process of conquest will be of no variance for the assailants who proclaim peace
The scream reverberated through the room and Paul's memory. The thing that shared his body reeled back in surprise.
"You will die without my help!" It sneered.
Paul ignored the protests. He focused on the pain. The every present, burning pain. He screamed again, happy that he could feel himself more and more. He peered at Maya, who stared at him in wonderment.
"This has never…Paul..You're changing back!" her hand holding the wicked knife lowered.
Paul felt relieved at this. He could hear Tal'Shen's screaming but it was becoming quieter as he focused on his body. He could feel the tentacles starting to push out of him of their own accord. He looked down and one dropped to the floor and lay there squirming. He took his hand and found another appendage. He pulled with all his might and another tentacle sprang free.
He stared at Maya with pleading in his eyes and she nodded. She ran over to his side and pulled on another tentacle. It came out easily and she worked frantically on t
Dream scapeby *Lostboysmee, 1 week, 1 day ago
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse
An eternal night's
through the gates
Crossing a bridge
over a lightless chasm.
Guarded by the spectral
visions of Aeschylus
They "Look at me
from the depths of the earth"
The lost and the forgotten,
retreating in to the darkness
of knowing, no waking
can save them,
Ch. VII - Through the Eyes of ReminiscenceCatching sight of herself in the mirror, she started to vomit.
What is happening...
She never noticed the black, formless shadow appearing next to her until she heard the eyelids slide up violently, and rough hands reached out and pulled her out of the grey mist into darkness.
What is this... I have seen this before... it is so familiar and yet so different...
Something large and shapeless, flowing like a blood-covered sky, swam past and circled around her. Orbs of light blinked in and out of existence as a Voice echoed within her skull.
Give it to me! It is mine!
Her eyes danced from side to side, her head was splitting, sweat was dripping down her neck and face, everything was hot and cold, everything hurt with a screaming pain, but she couldn't seem to make her mouth move to do it.
GIVE IT TO ME OR SHE WILL KILL US BOTH!!
For a moment Paul didn't know where he was, who he was and what he was. He wasn't even s
What Goes Up Might Never Come Down Odyssey 4 Chap7They say what goes up, Must come down,
But my feet cant seem to reach the ground,
Because when you walk in the room,
It spells my inpending doom,
As my heart does a Sonic Boom,
Leaving me high as i race across the stary sky,
And i can not lie,
Id rather die,
Than go on without you....
Yes, its true,
As my vision fades to blue,
Id rather die, then be without you....
Fire And Ice Odyseey 4 Chap7When You Walk In The Room
You Set My Heart Ablaze
When We Touch It Creates A Steamy Haze
That Blocks My Vision In Several Ways
Feeling That This Is Just A Phase
I Should Tell You That Ive Felt Like This For Days
As I Wander Through This Endless Maze
You Are The Ice That Calms My Mind And Slows The Fire
Keeping Me From Doing Something Out Of Desire
And Not Telling You How I Feel Is Costing A Price
As The Fire You Entice Inside That Feels Kind Of Nice
Will Soon Devour Me Alive Even Though I Am Still Brand New
So I Have To Ask, Do you Like Me Too
Deep Blue Eyes of DoomOUT, Paul screamed.
And just like that, Paul was out.
Out of body, out of mind, and out among the stars.
But the stars were replaced by endless streaks of light that came in an infinite rainbow of colors. But the longer he stared Paul began to hear the screams.
He was seeing the human race being replaced in a horrific display of severed skin, blood, and tentacles but still no explanation why.
Then he saw HER.
This thing looked like a corroded version of Maya with ash black hair, grey flesh with black veins pulsing venomously across the flesh, and eyes with a kind of blue that fit frozen corpses. It was convenient that it chose to look like Maya, because it was Maya who told Paul her name.
She nodded once, not showing any violent intent.
She only gave him words, but nothing pleasing to hear.
"So much fighting." Lysanna said. "Fighting for your supposed right to your own mind and for what freedom? You define freedom over blood, bullets, and mountains of bodies that spill both.
RebirthHe was here. But where was "here"? Who was "he"?
What was he looking at? A mass of flesh twisted. Half of it was peach colored, stained scarlet. And the other half?
Pulsating currents of gelatinous substance reflected a thousand colors, glowing eerily. Scales and thorns of grey curled like a ribcage, like a shield around itself. Its alien neon colors rippled with the thrashing of its tentacles. The other half was that. It did not feel like it was part of the sallow peach creature. That beast had an evil sort of grin to it. It was an uninvited stranger burning the house in which it stole into. It was a parasite. It was taking control of him.
And worse than that, it seemed to be winning.
Get a grip.
He was Paul. He had gotten puked on. That puke was killing him. He was infected by an alien that wanted to eat his face off and a stranger who named herself after an ancient civilization was hacking at him with a knife.
He wanted to say thank you
Remorseful ChoicesThe blade bore down upon the writhing body, shimmering edges stopping inches from the subject's surface.
Tal'shen retaliated, screaming at Maya's sickening face. I will have his body! I will have his blood! He screeched in defiance, maw agape and optics narrowed and ablaze with anger.
"You want nothing but power!" Maya pressed harder, aiming a percussive blow into Paul's warped form, a sickening bellow escaping his gaping jaws as he obtained the stark blow.
Mother wants power! He shoved back, glistening tip of the blade now a few mere inches away from Maya's throat. I want this host!
Maya growled something inhuman, barely audible over Paul's defiant fit. Tal'shen pressed forward with Paul's hand as his own, forcing the blade into Maya's gut. Although Tal'shen would have liked to shove it down her throat and cut her up like a fish, this was even more enjoyable to watch. A sickening black blood oozed across her ugly form, falling to the cracked pavement to pool aroun
A Battle of Extremes(MR. CYNICISM, MS. SINCERE, and DR. PASSION congregate for battle.)DR. PASSION
Where's all the booze, guys? Where's the music? I thought this was supposed to be a party.
This is a battle, not a party, good doctor. You may want to remove your lamp shade so you can be prepared to fight.
I didn't hear anything about no violence at this here get-together-battle-party-what-have-you.
That is the definition of battle: Where two or more parties come together and -
- come together and make a whole lot of excitement between them. See? That's what I'm saying.
I should have anticipated such a gross misinterpretation of the facts, given your appalling track record with regard to such things as facts.
I'm sure it was an honest mistake, a result of a miscommunication. We can all be friends still, right?
Aside from the battle, of course.
I wouldn't have it any other way.<
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