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#1146115 Random thoughts/SHOUT SOMETHING RANDOM!!!
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on 05 March 2014 - 11:27 AM
I remember one day I was in art class and we had to do this project, we had to make a box, a shoebox, how we were on the outside in the outside of the box and how we were on the inside in the inside of the box. So I didn't have any idea as usual and I ended up painting my box black because I liked it and the inside of my box was filled with burned stuff (ashes, charcoal, burned paper, molten wax) because I like fire and at this time I did fires a lot (burning wood and stuff). Didn't realize at the time but the teacher must have took me for a psycho pyromaniac. Still had a great grade though.
#958918 Batoto Family - A New Beginning
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on 09 November 2013 - 08:35 AM
Nepenthe is a tender, white lamb covered with the purest silk. We wolves just can't help wanting to soil, and corrupt her sweet sweet flesh.
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#981866 [RP] Blades of Fealty
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on 26 November 2013 - 09:17 PM
Clare clapped his hands in delight at the sight of the blonde-haired boy. It seems like yet another one has survived, although it appears that this boy seems to be more or less an amateur. No matter. He shall be experienced in the ways of survival after this journey is over, assuming he survives.
Putting Garm down from his princess carry, Clare reached forward and grabbed his chin. His grip strength was enough to deter anybody from trying to pry Garm’s face from Clare’s clutches as the he tilted the chin in different directions, examining Garm’s face. Clare finally directed Garm’s face towards his own, and his face incredibly close, their noses and lips almost touching, Clare stared into Garm’s eyes with a surprisingly cold look.
Releasing Garm, Clare walked towards the blonde-haired woman, and grabbed her chin as well, bringing it incredibly close to his own face. Turning it in different directions, Clare stared at Jeanne deep in the eye with the same expression he gave Garm: a smiling face with eyes as cold as ice.
Clare stepped back, his brows slightly furrowed as if he was disappointed, and he then sat down and began to draw on the ground. It looks like outside of Maiev and Caius, nobody really drew his interest.
Putting Garm down from his princess carry, Clare reached forward and grabbed his chin. His grip strength was enough to deter anybody from trying to pry Garm’s face from Clare’s clutches as the he tilted the chin in different directions, examining Garm’s face. Clare finally directed Garm’s face towards his own, and his face incredibly close, their noses and lips almost touching, Clare stared into Garm’s eyes with a surprisingly cold look.
Releasing Garm, Clare walked towards the blonde-haired woman, and grabbed her chin as well, bringing it incredibly close to his own face. Turning it in different directions, Clare stared at Jeanne deep in the eye with the same expression he gave Garm: a smiling face with eyes as cold as ice.
Clare stepped back, his brows slightly furrowed as if he was disappointed, and he then sat down and began to draw on the ground. It looks like outside of Maiev and Caius, nobody really drew his interest.
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#939622 [RP] Blades of Fealty
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on 24 October 2013 - 10:14 AM
Cold, Cold Finality (Epilogue I)
"Would I be wrong in thinking there's still hope yet for the rest of us?"
The figure in green hung slain, bloodied, a stain of innocence who should never have been there, so young and yet so far from home, so far from safety, who had been left to fend for himself and had taken the full brunt of the punishment. Truly, he had paid the greatest price. Every open wound, gaping and crusted crimson, was a testament to the pain he had taken to pay for his momentary friend's escape, a monument mounted in remembrance of how all the good things in life could be taken away with a moment's hesitance, a moment's unfairness, the perfunctory tipping of Dame Luck's scales against him, all of life's fortunes ebbing away like waves, till he was left with nothing, just flesh and bone, an empty husk in an empty space, hollow, hollow.
However, such was the value of a soul that, though knowing death, sought nothing but peace and goodwill even after a revelation as horrific as that of his. For what the body lost in lifeblood, the soul gained in power. It was a fair exchange, the cleansing of one's inner conscience with sheer agony, every new itch of the cold whistling through an open orifice another brick on the wall that guarded the soul against danger. Fresh blood, fresh light, to see the young boy resurrected once again in a body given by the soul. Ethereal, supernatural. A spirit.
It appeared in the form of a tower of light, a spiny needle that rose high above the dull fog, piercing through at an unbelievable speed, shooting skyward, till it reached the sky itself, and stopped there, to conjoin the heavens with the earth. At the same time, the great sword on the back of the one the young boy had given so much to save glowed, resonating with the reverbrance of the tower's powerful vibrations. The young boy's soul rose, an orb of pure illumination, soaring through the pillar of light till it came to rest high above the city of the dead.
Harbazweiss, the entity with whom the boy had formed a contract, sensed the shedding of the boy's earthly skin, and directed the orb as it floated, spinning, gathering momentum, until with a earth-shattering boom, it imploded, sending shockwaves throughout the land, ripping up the rock, tearing down the stone, lifting high the unworthy and sending them crashing down upon the jagged masses below.
Of course, all this was simply a phenomenon within strictly ethereal dimensions. No worldly being, human or Dusk, could sense the soul's ascension. Harbazweiss, also in its earthly form, too remained stationary to worldly eyes. But the scattering of its, and the soul's, power imbued each and every one of those who fought for good causes with strength, and a drastic increase in their latent, untapped potential. What they would do with this potential... well, only they themselves would know.
One tiny sliver remained, however. This sliver, again guided by Harbazweiss in the ethereal plane, was pointed towards one person. The one person whom the soul's barely remaining consciousness recognized in this massive, massive world.
Come, Garm, spoke the blade and the soul in unison.
Your burden shall be mine, as is mine Ren's.
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#925827 [OOC] Blades of Fealty
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on 12 October 2013 - 05:15 PM
He was right to split the group, there's no other way to chop it. As was stated, the area available to them was small and scouting for supplies and other survivors was a priority. Trying to engage is where you guys went wrong. As soon as that cow jumped down you should have been like, 'Whoops! No thanks, I'm a vegetarian.' And ran back to the other group. Then again, trying to out run any animal is silly. Garm needs to stand firm in his convictions. There were four other people in that group that all agreed to go along with his plan. If Jeanne wants to bark, let her scream at the wind. Rise! Darth Garm, Rise! ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)I'd love you to interpret it any way you like, uncle ^^
My personal interpretation is that Garm made a logical choice over an illogical reason
Whether he was right or wrong, it's up to the observer to decide
Well, Magnar got 'coitusy' with someone. Not sure if it was Alvilda, though. A week before The Third Crusade, she was in jail. ^^@Naifu: well I alluded to Alvilda in that post too..but yeah bullet trains are a personal favourite...xD
#919962 [OOC] Blades of Fealty
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on 07 October 2013 - 05:48 AM
I'm in a random mood, so here goes a very short poetry for my two friends in [To Die Smiling] group:
Spoiler
And as an added bonus, here's some for the [Price of Loyalty] group:
Spoiler
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#896065 [RP] Blades of Fealty
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on 17 September 2013 - 08:06 PM
The men had begun their attack and she had smiled once again, renewing her attack on the vile creature's head. She was filled with awe and respect for the swordsman and his prowess, but the sight of a slightly reddish glow appearing on one of her naginatas caught her attention, and she froze. What had the caster done? She glanced down at the man for one moment, then nodded, preparing to resume her vicious attack. Only it was too late, she had made a grave mistake.
"You use speed and movement to your advantage, little sister. In the midst of battle, do not stop, do not give them the chance."
"If you are to be successful, Talia, you must not enter a battle foolishly. It will only serve to get you and others killed."
The words of both her father and her brother rang clearly through her mind as the creature's 'hand' deftly plucked her off its head and slowly began to crush her within its grasp, the pressure forcing the air from her lungs. As she struggled uselessly against its overwhelming strength her mind began to fog; white mist forming around the edges of her vision while her lungs burned with the lack of oxygen. Her attempts grew more feeble and her head fell back against the reptile's scaly hand.
She could hear someone shouting, but she wasn't sure who exactly it was. She tried to call out to them, to tell the men to get away while they could, but her lungs couldn't get enough air for her to form the words. Suddenly the hand gripped her tighter, threatening to break almost every bone in her body, and her vision began to swim, bright dots blotting out everything. She wanted to scream, but no sound came forth. She knew the others were still attacking the beast, but try as she might, she could not tell them to get away.
The reptile was slowly crushing her to death. She wasn't sure how much longer it would take for her body to break under the pressure. She could hold on no more, the lack of oxygen and the building pressure forcing her consciousness to give way, and her body grew limp within the large hand. Would the others make it? Would she be the only casualty? What of Ren? Had her brother already made it somewhere safe?
Ren, please, be safe....
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#894886 [RP] Blades of Fealty
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on 16 September 2013 - 04:05 PM
...And Therein Lies The Price
"A man who has nothing can still offer his life."
"The gift of death with open arms he doth receive,
Of this world with scarce delay he taketh his leave."
Ko spluttered as a rush of cold wind took an inquisitive finger to the innermost chambers of his flesh, through the inlet that was the gaping wound, the spear handle stubbornly holding it open, refusing to allow it to heal. As if seeing Ko's lack of response to the action, the chill took bolder steps and probed even deeper, another shiver sent spearing down Ko's spine with every new inch submerged in cold.
Ko's vision had gone hazy since long ago - how long had it been since he had been stabbed? - but it was only now that he realized that the world ought not be as foggy as it seemed to be. Small white dots were appearing at the corners of his eyes, and it would be a matter of time before the dots turned black and consumed his entire line of sight, marking the beginning of a series of anatomical changes that would eventually lead to the completion of his death. This was merely the prelude, a little something to bait and lead in the Grim Reaper, a squire to show Death into the castle of Ko's body.
It was as if the pain had become a permanent addition to Ko's body. The spear had missed the spine by a few inches, which could either have been fortunate or unfortunate, depending on how much pain Ko wanted to feel or how much time Ko wanted before his inevitable death. Certainly the former seemed more promising for someone like Ko, who had been born with nothing on him and around him, and would have preferred to die in a similar manner. But here he was, in Ren's strong arms, spear poking out from the front and back, a grotesque puppet laid immobile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the green blade glow, and a tiny rivet of light shot out, piercing into the center of the blue blade several meters away. The reunification of Harbazweiss was beginning. He could not see Ren's reaction to the spectacle, but as more streams of light began finding each other in the mist, he himself felt the same sense of awe and wonder as he had when he had first utilized the blade's full potential, and, with a twisted sort of pride, he hoped Ren felt the same, too.
Just as the blue blade began dragging itself towards the green, trawled by the many strands of light binding the two blades together, little specks of dust began rising from the rocks. The small part of Ko's brain that was still able to take in the surroundings thought it was merely the wind picking up dirt from the floor at first, but when the dust particles began to coalesce into larger black forms, Ko knew exactly what was happening.
He heard a crunching sound from behind him.
A split second later, the spear was wrenched out of Ko's back, tip-first. The pain that he should have felt in the few minutes immediately prior to the present all rushed back into his stomach, and he gave an agonized cry, falling out of Ren's hold and onto the rock flooring. The impact sent a few ribs straight into his lungs, and Ko was immediately winded, slipping rapidly into unconsciousness.
He reawoke a few seconds later to find Ren standing, sword out, turning in circles to face the silvery figures that had inexplicably returned to the fray, fully recovered from the blows the duo had given to them. All ten of them appeared stronger than ever. But only one of them had anything on his spear - crusted, red ichor, almost black in the dim lighting.
In this state, Ko would not be able to fight. And Ren would be hard pressed to hold all ten of the Shadows on his own. When would Garm and the others get back?
And what could they do until then?
Just then, Ko remembered the ladder at the side of the door, near the base of the tower. Of course. Wherever it led, the ladder would be their only way out. He only hoped the Shadows could not climb ladders as well as humans did. And yet... Ko was in no state to climb. That left Ren, then. But if Ren carried Ko on his shoulders, such a weight would definitely slow Ren down considerably, to become fodder for the great reach of the Shadows' spears.
Ren's eyebrows furrowed, and Ko knew he knew, too. Only one of them could go.
And it would be the one who actually stood a chance at getting out of here alone.
Their eyes met, and Ko saw the uncertainty. That uncertainty had to be ended, and fast.
With his last remaining ounce of breath, Ko rasped:
"Leave me."
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#894495 [RP] Blades of Fealty
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on 16 September 2013 - 06:06 AM
[The Fallen Sword]
Azelus had done it. The clay splattered against the feet and legs of the demon, crippling its movement. The monster was locked in place, unable to move freely from where it stood. Unfortunately, the fat, reptilian giant was not eager to attack. Undeterred by what had been done to it, it swung its mighty cleaver, striking the skeletal hounds Iblis summoned. They shattered easily, mocking Iblis’ belief that his feeble attacks would be enough.
However, despite the display of strength the demon had demonstrated, it did not stop the forces of Talia and Valerius from assaulting the enemy in their path. Hubris was their flaw. Though they claim to be great warriors, their failure to take into the minute details would be their undoing.
Despite the stabs the monster was taking from Talia, it remained unfazed by the attack. It was already blind and it had no need for its eyes. In addition the demon was covered in scales and layers of fat had softened the thrusts made by the warrior. To the demon, it felt like an annoying fly buzzing in front of it. With a speed not one what would expect from the obese thing, it was quick to grab onto Talia. It crushed Talia under its grip, threatening to break her bones. Her arms and body were locked in its palm. She would not be able to escape any time soon.
Meanwhile, Valerius’ attacks had failed to account for the thick scales and fat. His strikes and slashes did nothing, but as he stood behind the beast, he soon spotted a trail of blood running down its inner thigh. Perhaps the demon had a pre-existing wound none of them were aware of?
[A Broken Heart]
Of the party, Tyr showed the most success when it came to fighting the mushrooms. His ability to cut though these creatures fully served him well. The mushrooms that had been cut in two remained dead as opposed to the ones that were only partially cut. Rayne was also showing her skill, cutting many into ribbons and thus making sure they would not live through her vicious attacks. Sashya, on the other hand, was failing in her attempts to down the mushrooms. A simple arrow was not enough to fell even one of them, displaying that the mushroom Rayne had killed was indeed a child too weak to fend for itself.
To any onlookers, it would appear that the human party was dominating the peculiar mushrooms in front of them. However, as the fighting continued, the fatigue was starting to set in. The mushrooms kept coming as if they had limitless energy. The giant mushroom saw its target and pulled back its right arm, ready to throw a strong punch towards Tyr. The wolf man was much swifter, being able to stab and cling onto the mushroom before it could throw its punch. Fortunately, Rayne this as an opportunity and moved in to attack. She had jumped towards its right arm.
It would be a fatal mistake.
The giant mushroom threw its punch, making contact with Rayne who would be unable to dodge the attack while in mid-air. The force of the impact sent her spiralling into a tree. The contact was so loud that everyone could hear her bones breaking. Rayne would find herself unable to feel her left leg, her breathing was shallow with a throbbing pain coming from her ribs, and her right wrist dangled broken beside her.
As for Tyr, he would find that the giant mushroom was not yet finished. Though its stubby arms could not reach him, the giant mushroom proved its intelligence by attempting to slam its head into a tree to rid of Tyr. Despite the weight of Tyr, it was not going to go down that easily for him.
The tinier mushrooms began ignoring Sashya and the Farlash brothers and moved to corner Rayne to finish her off. They all came after her in a horde, risking themselves in their attempt to kill her as soon as possible.
[The Price of Loyalty]
It was not over.
The beast was bleeding, blood poured from its neck. Though there was a wound, it was not deep. Asher and Fei failed in killing it. Their plan worked though, giving Garm time to charge in. But they failed to account that the Minotaur was much stronger than they had anticipated. It would not go down easily. It remained standing as Garm stabbed his blade into its chest. Unfortunately, the sword didn’t completely pierce through to the heart. Its muscles were too hard to push through in such position.
The team failed.
Suddenly, without warning, the bull’s head reached down and suddenly snapped its jaws closed over Garm, swallowing him into its mouth. His right leg remained seen from outside, but the gatekeeper could feel his leg’s bone snap from the sheer strength of the bite. He was fortunate that a bull’s teeth were not meant to gnash on meat. If Fei and Asher didn’t do something soon, Garm would be swallowed whole and die.
At the opposite tower, away from the Minotaur, tragedy befell the two descendents of the Foreigner. Though he gave a valiant effort in driving back the Shadow Knights, Ko had fallen to the spear of one. There would be no saving him this time. Even worse was that the Shadow Knights had not been defeated. The ones that have fallen immediately rose again from the darkness. It would take more than a few strikes to truly destroy them.
They once again surrounded Ren. His only escape was through the ladder and by abandoning Ko.
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#889592 [RP] Blades of Fealty
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on 12 September 2013 - 06:49 PM
When They Come
"No one sees you quite like you do."
The world went still as the spear came, poised carefully in the Shadow's gloved hands, unrelenting in its course, spiraling towards its vulnerable target, in the manner of a predatory bird honing in on its prey, soaring through the air like wings brought back, cutting straight through any airborne barriers, reaching ever closer, ever closer, much too close to avoid...
And impact.
The spear first found blood as the sheer pressure exerted by the well-sharpened tip dug into Ko's skin, slicing through with unbelievable ease, as if the skin had never been there at all. Pop went one blood vessel, the exposed wound spurting, gushing like the fountains of Empyrean's city square, a parade of light and sound themed and colored in the deepest of crimsons, wildly flailing, trails of ichor sent flying everywhere, unstoppable, unthinkable, unimaginable. A fiesta truly worthy for the eyes of world.
Of course, regrettably, the world was not here to see this grand display. No, deep beneath a blanket of opaque fog, high upon a broken wall where a dead and buried city lay far below, the unsung hero of our story fought alone, too far for help, too far to help.
They say there is no prison like despair. And perhaps they are right, whoever they may be. And there is no executioner like the Grim Reaper himself.
Pop went another blood vessel, and another, and another. In quick succession, the spear, now covered in splashes and swathes of bright and dark, broke open the flesh and feasted upon it ravenously. Ko shuddered as the sheer cold within the spear's tip fed on his very lifeblood, the lifeblood his father had fought so gallantly to conserve.
His father...
He could still see it now - the black figure, footsteps masked by the roll of splendid rug that matted the staircase. Ko, standing behind the tall closet at the base of the stairwell, dagger poised, ready to fling it upwards and end the intruder's sorry, sorry life. For what he had come, Ko cared not. He only knew that upstairs led to the chambers of his father, and one moment too late from him would indeed be one moment too late for the very core of love that bonded the family and kept them safe.
Then, his father opening the door, the light spilling out carelessly as he rubbed his eyes and looked down... to see a blade pointed at his face.
It was all over in a second. One moment his father was standing there, in his bathrobe, light blue with white stripes, ruffled hair, tired as ever, but completely warm and relaxed in the safety of his own home. Then, in the next moment, the bathrobe and ruffled hair tumbling down the stairs, one thump after the other, each blow more the pain, more the blood. More the shock.
And as Ko looked upon the figure, bloodied, sprawled, and fully departed, he saw the very weapon that had killed him, handle sticking out of his back, still catching the light, still quivering. Splashed in red.
The black figure still stood. However, his blade was clean. And Ko's--- where was his blade?
He looked down at his own hands.
They were empty.
In his haste he had thrown the dagger. His own dagger. His father's dagger.
And the dagger would be very easy to retrieve. For the dagger now stood before him, still catching the light, still quivering.
Splashed in red.
The spear ripped out of Ko's back with a nerve-wreching shriek. Ko, who was practically impaled onto the spear, now found himself without support, and he fell to his knees, the green blade coming loose from his hand as he descended towards the ground. The clattering of the blade as it reached the rock echoed not only for the emptiness of the whole place, but perhaps for the dreadful finality of its master, very likely soon to depart.
In the fading distance, he could see rage overtake Ren's senses, his attacks growing all the more flustered. Then, he felt Ren's hands, strong and broad, as they hefted him up, sitting him upright, holding him far too tightly for comfort. He felt a tugging on his neck as Ren, in one last, futile attempt to save him, tore a segment of silk from his beloved cloak and wrapped it tightly around the open wound, dressing it with the utmost care and the greatest desperation.
"Ko!" he grunted as he worked. "Oi, wake up! I can't help you like this. You need to wake up, damn it!" Hearing the undercurrent of grief in Ren's voice heartened him slightly. And he'd thought he'd always been a cold one.
"I'm..." A spray of blood flew out of Ko's mouth as he coughed and hacked, feeling what was left of the mangled muscles in his stomach tense up, perhaps trying to draw the wound together. Well, it wouldn't work with a three-inch spear embedded within it, and it only served to cause him more agony. The piercing itself had only hurt slightly, but as the truth dawned upon Ko's body, numerous signals of pain began flaring up, and Ko could only wince with every new flare.
"You get... that guy... back... good..." Ko coughed again, and he felt his neck begin to constrict. Breathing was becoming impossible, what with all the blood crusting and gathering in his trachea. At this rate, he'd choke to death before he died of blood loss. Not the greatest way to go, surely.
Perhaps he would never find penance for the fate his father had suffered, he noted. Something only he could do, and yet...
His brother had not known about the incident. He had awoken to find Ko shivering, two men dead on the stairwell, pools of blood staining the magificently embroidered carpet, the weapon that had killed his father long gone, tucked inside Ko's cloak and wiped clean. What a waste of carpet, his father would have joked. But his father would joke no more. And every time any form of liquid touched his hands, Ko would not be able to help but feel as if that liquid were the blood of his father, never to be washed away.
"Father," he moaned as Ren continued to tend to the wound, eyebrows creased, perhaps to fight back tears. No, a warrior like him would never cry. "Father... forgive me. Forgive..."
But no one answered. And no one ever would.
Ko's head lolled to one side in resignation.
Maybe this really was the end, after all.
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#888137 [OOC] Blades of Fealty
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on 11 September 2013 - 03:18 PM
y'know, i've always wondered about those crackers. >.>
they taste like honey weetabix
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