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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
Contest that is mine! Big prizes! Read belowHuhehehe. MY MOM BOUGHT ME 2,000 POINTS!
Anyways, this is a similar contest like- http://f3rr3ts.deviantart.com/journal/New-Species-OC-Contest-469413981!
What is this contest about?
Well, it's a designing me a new OC contest.
A new OC? What animal should I draw?
Well, anything! You can draw any animal/breed cross breed, even something like a jackolope with wings <s>great idea Ferris</s> Just, try not to steal any ideas from other people, along with don't make them look like a type of pokemon.
How about themes and/or accessories?
WELLLL, I like food based themes along with seasons, but like I said, it's up to you!! And accessories? I love them! I saw this cute little sweater someone made for there's and //dies//
Now onto the dates?
Well, it starts today 8/21/2014, and will end 9/29/2014 around 9pm PACIFIC TIME (if it isn't your time figure it out?). I will "grade" them for two days and announ
What a Heart You've Got "Gode. You're paired with Winter."
Zach turned on his heel to scan the room for his partner. And when he caught sight of the younger man shuffling toward him, he groaned with displeasure. The young man was a lot smaller than Zach and would provide no such challenge for Zach who was already top of the class.
"Hi, I'm Winter," the young man gave a sickeningly sweet smile and Zach replied with a simple nod, keeping his seemingly-permanent frown on his face. Winter was unaffected by Zach's hostility, however. "So we're going to be sparring partners? I heard you're one of the best in the class."
"I'm a lot better than you, I promise you that," Zach replied harshly, folding his arms across his chest as he listened to the instructor finish pairing up the students.
"Well, I don't really like to fight," Winter continued to talk. "I'm more of a defensive person."
Zach didn't ev
The Dark One CPC ReviewOC: The Dark One by :iconNotadrugdealer:
I seem to have a lot of mixed feelings about this CreepyPasta. For one, I don’t think I’m the right person to go to for a review, due to the fact that I evaluate CPCs specifically- not comics. I’m pretty sure the rating would be higher if I did review comics, but unfortunately I do not. The Dark One (I’m pretty sure that’s the OCs name- I'm not entirely sure *shields self from rocks being thrown in my direction*.) Don’t get me wrong, the character is pretty good…. But I just don’t think it makes the best CPC in my opinion. Although, I will scrap up together all the knowledge I can for the review.
So at the beginning, if I’m correct, a local excerpt from a newspaper is being read about a victim of Jeff the Killer who happened to survive the attempted murder. If I’m not mistaken, the piece of informati
PMDUnity: Fire Smoke written app.HUNTERS GUILD: Fire Smoke
Date Joined: 8/18/2014
Current Funds: 0 St
[1st MEMBER SIGNATURE] Maxwell (Max)
-Characteristic: A little quick tempered
Gender: Male Age: 18
Ability: Flame Body
Strength: 4 Agility: 2
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 2+2
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: [Fire] -> [Charisma]
Move 1: Fire Punch
Move 2: Smog
Move 3: Smokescreen
Move 4: Overheat
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[2nd MEMBER SIGNATURE] Eddy (Ed)
Gender: Male Age: 16
Put a Smile on my Face "Zach, I think you need to stay home tonight," Hale said lightly as he watched his larger friend move around the kitchen, dragging his feet and fumbling about here and there. "You haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately and I don't think you need to be rattin' the streets every single night."
"I'm not rattin' the streets," Zach grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Then what are you doing? Because you're coming home late in the night or earlier in the morning, you're not sleeping, then night comes and you're gone again!"
"I have things to do." Zach said with a shrug, "Besides it's not like I sleep anyway. Just drop it okay?"
"I'm not going to drop it. You're running yourself into the ground."
"I can take care of myself, Hale." Zach strutted over to the counter, picking up his cup of coffee, turning his back to Hale.
"I'm not listening anymore. Drop the subject, Whitmore."
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Double Tap- QuestionsThose questions about the monsters, about vampires getting away with murder and werewolves losing their clothes. How do those things work?
How do the vamps get away with dehydrating their classmates? Well let’s see, they don’t really get away with it necessarily, since most of the time they’re either caught in the act or their DNa is found on the body. but when they actually go in for questioning, the process is pretty simple. The police ask them if they did it, the bloodsucks deny knowing anything about it and the police believe them. you see, Vampires can use the sort of hypnosis/persuasion of sort of thing that makes people inclined to believe what they say. But it takes effort and practice on their part. you can over do or under do when it comes to the ‘spell’ and the results get bad. Its kind of an art, so I’ve heard.
Werewolves, have a ton of problems when it comes to clothing. Generally they have two choices, transform while in their o
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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