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The Forge - 2 - Gawain's GiftThe Forge.
Gawain slept silently, nestled in amongst the nest of blankets inside his crib.
The early morning rays of the sun had started to make their way into the buildings of the hidden away town, waking the residents of every home slowly.
The market square was already busy with early-risers and people manning stalls to sell their wares and services to others; a few main shops were also open earlier than usual. It seemed to be a good day for business in the town today.
Miss Airea awoke, then moved towards the crib immediately.
“Gawain? Gawain, Wake up.”
Gawain stretched out slowly, yawning silently.
“Wake up, it's time to get your gift and have breakfast...”
Gawain crawled out from the nest of blankets and slowly stood up, looking up at Miss Airea.
Miss Airea smiled down at the little half-Draconic child that now started rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Good morning Miss Airea. What's going to happen today...?"
"Well it’s time for breakfast
The Forge - Start of a lifeThe Forge.
The Start of a Life.
A bridge, the starting point of our story, was bathed in the fading rays of sunset, whilst the sky was a deep crimson in the fading hours of the day.
A lone soul was sitting on the rails of the bridge, staring out into the coming darkness of night.
A sound alerted him, so he spun around on the rails. But nothing was there on either side of the bridge.
As he did another spin to watch the remaining sunset, the scales on his arm shimmered slightly in the remaining light.
"Another silent night..." His voice echoed slightly, only small and feeble.
Once the sun had completed its transition from day to night, the young being hopped off the rails; he stood just below the railing on the bridge.
"I should head back to the orphanage..."
He turned and started heading down the old, cracked, and damaged stone pathway.
Down the path, through the cold of the settling darkness, the Metalsmith was visible. It was an old wood and stone structure with smoggy windows that ha
TGU Chapter 13-2The Ghost Unit.
Chapter Thirteen Two.
Fortune was falling through the atmosphere, in a slowly breaking drop-pod. Something sent it off course, and Fortune was considering his limited options.
"Opea... I want you to break open the drop-pod, like you would when it`s embedded in the ground."
"Burst open? That isn't safe at this height, Fortune. The Debris could land on someone below."
"Who would be below us? We're literally over the middle of nowhere." Fortune hastily, and bluntly, snapped.
".... Right, then. Bursting pod."
It took a few moments before three pops could be heard. They were detonation pins. A few moments later, and a loud bang was heard, sending four cracks down the sides of the pod, each follow the weaker metal and causing more fractures in the metal as they went further down the pod.
After that, the pod fell apart, leaving Fortune free-falling without the confines of the pod.
"So much better. Remind me to never get into a Drop-pod again."
"Right. Now, About not fa
TGU Chapter ThirteenThe Ghost Unit
Fortune had entered a special pod made for launching "Drop Pods" in-atmosphere, and he was awaiting the launch.
The sound of machinery beneath the Drop Pod whirred to life, an incredible ring of light before he could feel heat through the thermal walls in the pod.
"Jeez, It's getting hot in here!" Fortune growled through the radio.
"Well, Sorry. It`s not being launched from Atmosphere, so it doesn't have the Vacuum that cools it instantly!"
"I`m not complaining, just saying!"
The whirl of a turbine in the Drop Pod signalled it`s coming to life.
"Entering Coordinates for drop." Opea spoke through the helmets in-built speakers.
"HURRY UP AND LAUNCH THE DAMNED THING!"
"One moment!" The technician spoke as he entered the Coords himself.
The sound of something being detonated underneath the pod was heard, then pressure started building around and beneath the pod.
"Readying pressure launch..."
Fortune gave a quiet, but audible, growl. H
Little Scales Part V!Little Scales
The Moonlit Glade.
Scales was still unconscious, as the night settled over the glade. Operia had faded, but as she did, a small "band" of crystal had formed around the ankle of Scales' right fore-paw.
The Glade was bathed in a subtle moonlight, the sounds of the late-night forest filled the air, whilst Scales lay curled up in the dirt.
"Wake up little one..."
A silent whimper left Scales as he slowly rose, a chill was in the air, a light fog limited Scales currently short vision.
"Good boy, Scales. Now go deeper into the forest. You'll be much, much safer there..."
The forest floor was cold and damp, and as Scales got to his feet, he moved his paws slightly. He didn't like the cold.
"You`ll be safer there, in the deeper Glades."
Scales started taking little, clumsy steps, heading in the direction he thought was the "Deeper Glades".
"Turn around. It's the other direction."
He slowly turned, trying not to slip and fall. Scales
Emotions are like an unending current which we all struggle against.
But sometimes, we dam them up, and hide them behind a fake smile.
A small defence, that never seems to fail.
But, On occasion.
Everything floods through, the rising torrent bashing against our control.
We lose to this, for it is inevitable.
No matter how long it may take.
Even if we throw up walls, and steel ourselves.
We all succumb to the OverFlow.
Little Scales PT4 Of ???Little Scales
Scales had passed out, whilst in the presence of Lyle, his old, forgotten, human friend. Lyle panicked, and tried to awake the unconscious hatchling.
"Little Dragon! Wake up! Wake up!! What happened?! It wasn't me, was it?!"
A small glow appeared around Scales, in the shape of another dragon's paws. Operia was showing herself; as a full adult in form.
"Scales... It's okay. This human won`t harm you..."
"What the...?! Who are you.... WHAT are you?! I can..."
"I am Operia. A dragon's spirit. And the one who turned this little one into a Hatchling with no recollection of his past, as did I take away his ability to talk until he ages enough."
"Operia? That's a stupid name...."
"Do you disrespect the very ancient in-front of you? You deserve a punishment, you insolent piece of pale-skinned refuse."
"What are you? A thousand?"
A low growl could be heard coming from Operia, as she stood and raised her front fore-paw. It suddenly became a solid entity as she s
Little Scales Pt3 Of ??Little Scales
Lyle had headed into the woods in search of Traes, unaware of the change he had taken. He found Traes without actually knowing that the crimson-violet Dragon was actually his close friend. Scales was asleep at this moment, and didn't know his old friend was standing a mere foot away.
Scales lay on the dirt and common debris scattered about, unaware of his old human friend reaching towards him.
He woke up as he suddenly felt his sensitive wings get touched by something--or someone--unknown; he shot up and immediately glared upwards at the human.
Scales made no attempt to remember whether he knew this human, or to communicate. Instead, he stepped back, letting shyness go over himself as a way of being cautious.
"Well, you woke up quickly, little lizard... Come on, I'm taking you to my friend Traes!..." Lyle spoke as quickly as he could think, while he attempted to grab Scales.
But Scales, instead, bit him so hard that blood began to drip as Lyle recoile
Little Scale PT2 of ???Little Scales.
Scales stepped forward and willingly took on this change. He felt his memories clear; he felt his pain lift as it was replaced by the sensation of his body changing.
Scales stood, as the spirit-egg Operia watched over his slow change, from his transformation from Human to Dragon Hatchling.
"Little One. You seem at ease, even accepting of your new form even though I am forcing it upon you."
"That's because I've been feeling so much pain as a human... But it`s lifted."
"I see, Little one. So that pain is gone... Your transformation won`t cause you pain, I hope..."
"Even if it does..."
Scales began to feel an itch, something felt like it was crawling up his arms and legs. A Feeling of weakness spread over him, which caused him to fall to his hands and knee's.
"It has begun."
Scales clenched his fists as he noticed his skin turn a pink-like hue and harden into small plates.
"S-Scales.... Actual..." He trie
Prelude: Dan Hibiki vs. Magikarp
Dan: The underdog, the greatest fighter held back by the world. They've battled oppression their entire life.. but in a clash of unleashed potential, who would pull off a victory?
Lacie: Magikarp, the.. God-slaying.. Fish Pokemon.
Dan: Hibiki Dan, self-taught assassin artist of the Saikyō-ryū style.
Lacie: I'm Lacie, that mad bastard is Dan, and it's our job to analyze each fighter's lack of weapons, armor, and skill to see who would survive..
Dan: A DEATH BATTLE!
Lacie: You're an idiot, Dan. A big dumb idiot-head. Screw it. Non-canon it is.
(Dan: You've never heard of me? Give me a break! I'm Dan Hibiki!)
Name: Dan Hibiki
Height: 5'10'' | 177 cm
Weight: 163 lbs. | 74 kg
Occupation: Dojo Master of the Saikyō-ryū style
Defeated Chun-Li, Balrog, and M. Bison
Defeated Sagat to ave
Art for me
Creepypasta OC Bio SheetCreepypasta-Misery: A little Original Character Bio Sheet for the Proxies/Pastas out there. (mainly for people like me who can’t draw their Reference Sheets because I lack the talent ;-; but anyone can use this)
Meaning of name:
Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Occupation (before becoming a Pasta):
Are They Dead:
If Yes, How’d They Die:
Date of Death:
Place of Death:
*artist feature series*
Q/A: AinaHey guys, glad you could make it! I got Aina to agree to answer one of those Q&A's going around, and now I'm here waiting for her to show up. Hope you guys like it, and stick around cause I'm gonna have her answer your questions later!
Hey Aina! Take a seat, and we'll go ahead and get started with these questions.
"Alrighty then~ What's with the camera?"
They just wanted me to have one on to show you while you talk.
"And who's they?"
Good question! Let's find out!
1. What is your name?
"Aina! Aina Lagorio!"
2. Do you know why you were named that?
"My mom says it's cause I'm the only one of me there is! That, and I'm an only child..."
I get the feeling it's not the latter one.
"But I am an only child!"
3. Are you single or taken?
"I'm definitely taken, you know that "
4. Have any abilities or powers?
"Well...maybe...does farting count?"
With you, I imagine it could.
5. Stop being a Mary-sue!
"Stop feeding me bad chi
Cold's ForestCold's Forest- 9/27/2014 usa 1:47am
The world seemed completely deprived of any kind of light both on the world and inside of everyone's hearts. The world basked in coldness from the night taking away the days heat. Outside there was nothing but echos waiting for someone to speak letting them out; for no one to hear. A hoodie holding a cold soul wan't heard screaming, asking to go inside. It was speechless and unable to cry out that the cold was to much. The hoodie was only able to keep it's inside warm thanks to what was inside. A boy- teenager- man? Someone who knew to much and learned to little. Walking out in the cold late at night was a normal occurrence for this individual as things like this didn't bother him, just the things before and after a midnight's walk consisted had effect. Walking through fields, hopping over fences, and climbing on top of building many who knew him could think he was very brisk when not around him. He wasn't that person anymore. For a matter of fact he
(APH) PruHun- ZemstaFeliks od lat był złodziejem. Był drobnej, wręcz niewieściej budowy chłopakiem o dużych zielonych oczach i złocistych włosach. Koledzy zawsze przezywali go damą, co strasznie urażało jego dumę. Niestety, z wiekiem jego tężyzna fizyczna nie wzrosła zbyt wiele, przez co nie nadawał się na chłopca okrętowego. Pewnego razu usłyszał od kilku marynarzy, o cechach jakie powinien mieć dobry doliniarz. Wtedy po raz pierwszy zrozumiał, jak może wykorzystać swoje atuty.
-"Ręce delikatne jak u damy by móc wyłuskać monety, pewne ruchy, by nie zdradzić się okradanemu, oraz serce odważne jak u lwa"-był pewien, że miał wszystkie. Z początku kradzieże szły mu opornie, często cieszył się z tego, że osoby okradane są pijane lub strasznie nieuważne. Ale im większą mia
My Little Profiles: The Sanshinshou
Supporting Characters of My Little Pony: Clash of Light and Darkness
Group Name: 三神将 / The Sanshinshou (Three General Deities)
Name: 隠れ 大将軍 / Kakure Daishogun (Left); 翼丸 / Tsubasamaru (Center); 無敵将軍 / Muteki Shogun (Right)
Titles: Patron Deities of Neighpon / Protectors of the Land of the Rising Sun / "The Sacred Ones" (referred by the Japanese)
Ages: Over 4,000 years old
Species: Kami (formerly earth pony for Kakure Daishogun, pegasus for Tsubasamaru and unicorn for Muteki Shogun)
Alignment: Lawful Good
Current Status: Unknown
Allies: Neighpon, The Spirits, The Guardians, Great Mythical Chi Beasts, Amareterasu
Enemies: Amon, Youkai, Any who threaten Neighpon
Powers: Holy godlike p
Tyson FyrelindCharacter Profile
From Story: Ackeroth
Age: Kept a secret.
Species: He has four species. This gives him the capability to form shift between each.
Human, Dragon, Wolf, Phoenix.
Weapons: A Long Sword derived from a mysterious ore he found. The ore was from a meteorite, and the weapon is unbreakable.
Shield made from the same material, easily deflects projectiles like arrows and some magic,
Is not Unbreakable, but can easily be repaired.
Armor/Clothes: underneath his Armor he wears a a white cloth shirt, with black cloth pants.
Sub-Layer Of Armor: He wears a Chain mail shirt underneath his main armor layer, aswell as a pair of leather gloves.
Main Layer: His entire suit of armor is Dragon Scale, but, it`s been designed to not limit his movement in any way apart from the weight.
Past: Won`t reveal that until Ackeroth is posted...
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