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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
Sucky "While I was alive..." Oakclaw thought sadly, sitting in Starclan looking down at his beautiful grey and black mate, Sootstep. He was afraid she would get a new mate. He sniffed holding in a cry. "I will protect you from up here.." He promised himself. He got up and walked away to his den. He laid his head on his paws. He closed his eyes and breathed in. He thought about all of the times Sootstep and him slept together. That brought a chill into his den and he shivered. He felt more cold then every. He sighed, missing Sootstep's sweet scent, her beautiful blue eyes. He soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
He woke up, but it was different. It was Snowclan, the snow, the dens, everything. But then he fell down on the snow. He looked up and saw Sootstep. "S-Sootstep?" He stuttered. "Hey." She purred, getting off. He jumped on top of her. He rubbed his muzzle against her cheek. "Whats the matter Oaky, you act like we haven't seen each oth
Waking up in hospital beats not waking up at allIt took him a while to recognize where he is, even though he's more than familiar with the place really.
In fact, in the first few minutes of his awakening he genuinely thought this is just another night he spent in a hospital bed- Until he tried and failed to move as the wave of sore and burning pain hit his entire body.
Well, that's new... ,he thought to himself. Normally the pain comes from the inside.
He gazed down, almost out of pure curiosity, and saw the wracked body of his own- not much different than a patched up, worn out doll. Like Duke, actually.
At first glance, he numbly thought to himself just how much more money he has to pay to get rid of all these scars. He barely even had the time to schedule an appointment with Doc for the dragon burnt before!
Then as he tried to revisit his memory as to what has caused these new hideous wounds (he praises himself for being quite careful about this sort of things), it felt like as if he's staring into a pitch black room with
Character Profiles- The Killer TwinsLiam:
Eye Color: Icy blue
Hair Color: Chocolate-brown
Hairstyle: Short ((Like his father’s))
Clothing: Black shorts, white hoodie ((black shirt underneath))
Family: Jeff the Killer- mother, Eyeless Jack- father, Lauren- sister
Weapon: Kitchen knife
Personality: Liam inherited mostly his mother’s traits; he’s a reasonably loud and fun guy, whose activities include talking and killing. He kills just like his mother; not being afraid to just jump right in and make the kill.
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: Long and wavy, all the way down to her waist
Clothing: Faded blue jeans, black jacket ((Red shirt underneath))
Family: Jeff the Killer- mother, Eyeless Jack- father, Liam- brother
Weapon- Switchblade knives ((Two of them, duel wielded))
Personality: Just like her father, Lauren is a calm and quiet girl. But if she’s in the position where she needs or wants to kill, she will have the
A Girl Named Kelly.-Age 18-
Kelly was this cute girl who was obviously the most attractive girl in class. She had her complexes but that did not make her a no-go. She was fresh, enthusiastic and a very social one. Her classmates always treated her well and everyone kind of liked her. She was not the most popular girl in High School but around town everyone knew who she was and liked her. But in a strange way nobody actually had feelings for her. Not that she was ugly, she just got pushed aside by all those handsome sportguys and even the regular people saw her more as a friend. Of course, the nerds all were clearly in love with her but she never had any interests in them. She just always hoped there would be some guy who stepped to her and said that he loves her. But that never happened and she gave up on love.
She was not one of the smartest girls in class. At maths she completely sucked and history and science were to boring to study. English and Spanish were her strongest parts and at gym she was a re
TnM-Corriendo por AmorTnM-Corriendo por Amor
Nuestra historia comienza con una chica de 23 años que vive sola en un departamento esta misma tiene un novio y vive en Mexico esta es Maria Elizabeth Flynn Garcia-Shapiro, esto va a empezar YA , estan en un restaurante
¿¿??: Marie, nos conocemos desde hace un tiempo y me preguntaba *saca una cajita* te quieres casar conmigo??
Marie: Claro que si Jackson *lo besa*
Jackson: Oh, Marie no sabes lo feliz q me haces
Marie: Y tu a mi siendo tu esposa
Jackson: Que tal si vamos a celebrar
Marie: a donde??
Jackson: Al casino
Marie: Claro amor *se van*
Jackson era muy lindo y guapo y todo lo que quieran pero tenia un defecto y ese era la adiccion al juego, ya saben por donde va esto...
Ellos van al casino y una vez alli Jackson empieza a jugar
Estaban en una ruleta que gira y el tiene que escoger el numero y si la pelotita terminaba en ese numero ganaba.
Jugador de la ruleta: Escoja un Numero
Character Profile: Tricia Romanov TennysonFull Name: Tricia Alexandria Romanov (Adoptive name: Tricia Rose Tennyson)
Nicknames: Princess, Monster (Referring to her ice powers by the Duke and Hans), etc
Birthday: April 17th 1994
Voice Actress Speaking/Singing: Elizabeth Gillies (Tori Vega on VicTORIous)
Young Voice Actress/Singing: Eva Bella (Young Elsa in Frozen)
Adult Voice Actress: Idina Menzel (Elsa in Frozen and Elphaba in Wicked) As Black Star: Tabitha St. Germain (Nightmare Moon in My Little Pony Friendship is Magic)
Live Action Actress (As A Teen): Lea Michelle (Rachel Berry on Glee)
Child Live Action Actress: Mackenzie Foy (Nessie Cullen in Breaking Dawn and Cindy Perron in The Conjuring)
Adult Live Actress: Holly Marie Combs (Piper Halliwell in Charmed)
Genderbent Voice Actor: Jensen Ackles (Dean Winchester in Supernatural)
Languages: Speaks Spanish, Japanese, French, Russian, Asian, but normally speaks American. (There are rare moments when Tricia speaks Russian though)
Normal outfit: dark brown wavy
Naga Species InfoSpecies: Naga
• Hatchling –
o Length: 10 – 16 inches.
o Weight: Roughly 20 lbs. Extremely dense bodies – great mass in small volume in order to permit massive energy use for expansive growth.
• Teen –
o Length: 50 – 70 feet.
Torso: Roughly 10 – 12 feet.
Tail: 40 – 58 feet.
o Weight: 700– 900 lbs.
• Adult –
o Length: 80 - 116 feet (average – larger possible)
Torso: 15 – 21 feet. Depending on subspecies and environment.
Tail: 65 – 95 feet.
The largest Nagas (towards the 20 - 21 foot torso range) would be leaders of communities of wild Nagas and would be impossible to tame. These are, by nature, too violent to bring near human civilizations.
o Weight: 4,000 – 8,000 lbs.
• Population is 90% Male, 10% Female.
• Teeth are all sharp, similar to the canine teeth of h
Too Damn Cute-Shadamy OneShotHigh school was suppose to be fun. But now Amy's a freshman in high school and it...it isn't so wonderful. Everyone is starting to date. Amy never did that before. Sure, she had pity crushes and all but she never did anything about them. It's weird to be in high school.
Amy is a still small, fragile freshman but now she met Shadow. She was doodling in her notebook when the thought came to her.
It was the first day of school and some girls dared Amy to go ask Shadow to do the pocky game. Really the pocky game. Amy didn't know Shadow. She didn't know that Shadow was mean or harsh or that fact that he was actually lonely. Anyway, Amy, being her optimistic self, agree and slowly approach the boy with her pocky stick. Shadow was listening to music at the corner of the lunchroom alone. His eyes was closed so he didn't even know Amy
Blake's info. sheet~ O3O
Full Name: Blake Amadaus Raksha
Translation/Pronunciation: Blake Amadaus Raksha (BL-AY-K; AHM-AH-DAY-US; RAHK-SHA)
Nicknames: Pedo-Bear-Blake, Juicy Fruit, Cuddles.
Gender Role: Blake carries almost no feminine qualities. He displays himself as a rough, harsh man, although (very rarely) a bit of a soft spot barely comes through.
Personality: Blake is an evil man. He cares very little for other people, and is harsh, cold, and unforgiving. Despite this, Blake is a cheeky bastard that loves to mess with people’s minds and craves attention, whether it be
good or bad.
Relationship Status: Married; Gabrielle. Complicated; Haley Greyson.
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Real Age: 232; Immortal
Age Appearance: 28
Birthday: October 31st
Birthplace: St. Petersburg, Russia.
Species: Demon-Human. ((It is believed that demons are fallen angels who were associated with Lucifer in his rebellion against the most high God and were cast out w
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...
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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