*Recovering from the crash*Major angst ahead, you were warned. :p After the War of the Phoenix, Jayd finds the price of fighting for good is extremely high. Due to the death of his soulmate, the idea of eternal life without her is too much to bear. His speech sounds a little weird, because I had to translate it from Alorian. Apart from that I like this part. ^-^
(Incest warning on this one...) Oh, yikes... About this story: I've worked for two years developing the world these two inhabit, and I'm actually quite proud of it. Of course there are many other countries and cultures. Just to explain, the characters are Emperor Aghanim and Princess Aghamay, both of the empire Lemania. The palace they reside in is referred to as the Golden Palace, hence the mention. Semlit is part of three-men Lord General's council, the highest authority in the military, and Elin is but a lowly cadet, the lowest rank. Elin is also the biggest creep ever, but you didn't hear that from me. :D
This is a new one for me. I'm trying my hand at a differant sort of short story. Something angsty, something lost.. something furry.
An insight to an empath torn between his emotions and others. Fairly dark and angsty.
Well here's the main character's thoughts for 'A Computer's Destiny' Kinda, TINY spolier (cause she dunno jack)
Cycle of Life:Prologue Armoured knights trampled the village green to mud. To those caught in their path, they appeared to be bizarre monsters, their humanity hidden beneath hard, chitinous shells; razor-sharp swords gilded red in the most precious of substances - life’s blood.All around, the air was thick with despair as the wounded reached out to one another with open hearts. The dead pretended to ignore their fate. Some lay with their ears pressed to the ground, as if listening to the slow heartbeat of the earth. Others directed their eyes upwards, watching cinders trace a lazy arc through temperate skies.A shrill cry cut through the clamour of battle as an Arch-Mage, dressed in bright ceremonial robes, gave a renewed call to arms. The animalistic scream took to the air: a symbiotic blood-cry fashioned from a living soul, savagely pried loose from its corporeal holdings.The invaders moved in a grim dance as they engaged the unarmed villagers in combat. Each wore a filthy white surcoat emblazoned with the twin signets of faith. The ancient symbol, which comprised of two interlocking rings enclosing a stylistic pattern, represented the link between heart and mind. Some of the village elders recognized it for what it truly was: a powerful sigil designed to unify the men in single-minded combat. Such tactics rendered them unstoppable, as it was easier to control men through magic than the archaic bonds of brotherhood and loyalty.The invaders marched towards their defenceless foes; gazes filled with righteous indignation; cold hearts ablaze with lust for battle.Death it seemed possessed its own voice. Its horror rent the still morning air. Everywhere, horror overlaid beauty - a grotesque juxtaposition of life and death. Then, the wheels of time unfurled a new day - a day as bright as the blood spilled freely beneath it.As one, the army came to a complete halt. The soulless invaders coldly perused the battlefield. Bloodied and battered helms concealed deadpan faces and unseeing eyes. As a new and monstrous future was ready to be born,
Be careful what you wish for. Wish for? Wish for is weak compared to the power that she unleashed. Wish for is a fuzzy mouse when faced with this. This is the power of a book…but not just any book: the book of the Three Devils. Locked away since the dawn of time, it has managed to get into the hands of a woman. Now, that woman holds the fate of the world in her hands…and she doesn’t even know it.
What do you get when you mix an angel goes renegade, a demon just waiting for a chance at revenge and a woman who's trying to do her job? Heaven versus Hell, not your typical epic.
The story of a young Elf, destined to save a small town, only to fail Love in end.
I can be sorta dark and demented....can't I? Here's a poem for ya Daniel, since you wanted some. =0)
Augustus finds Titilus. I think I like where this is going, if only I knew where that was. =)
Kailen, the Prince of the Karai Mishra (my race of Desert Elves), has a pretty bad day. Warning: Contains Shounen Ai ^_^
Adonis is just a sweet young boy . . . Right? Part of the Children section of The Perfect Gamble.
Just an old scene that I wrote about two of my characters, Aristo and Mirahn. This was partly based on a dream I had, and isn't finished (I am not planing on working on it any time soon either, but that could change. As I become inspired, I add.)