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Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
a new poem everybody!
Hop,
Little Black Cat,
Top
Of your world
My Little Black Cat.
Shop
For mice who roam
But killed you did
And realized it had only been foam.
Little Black Cat,
The star of jazz and trumpet,
Encouraged but less
Fear in stress,
Rats putting you in a dress,
Ran and caught by legs
Stretched body
There goes your wish for a peg.

Stolid eyes,
Teeth held at your neck
And birds that bear malice
Which tear and peck.
Checkmate,
Beg but you’re late,
My Little Black Cat,
Known for speed
But you’re stopped by greed
Laid on the ground
By webs on trees
And spiders who yearn to feed.

Two eyes,
Cross the road to find you passed
And waited for the last
Came again to give a gasp.
You fleed, Little Black Cat!
How could you have blast?
Blink of an eye,
Truly you are fast,
But not even for life
And so
Luck or misfortune await you
Future right at your hands
And death within a glance.
Your fur no longer black,
But a blonde color of sand.
Bye-bye, what was once my Little Black Cat,
You can no longer come back.
 
This is a poem I need to read in front of my whole school...
Joy.

Someone tell me what they think! I need feedback
Who but only the brave
Could give their life to save
The freedom that this country gave?

We have the strong
Fighting all day long
Going against what is so wrong

Risking their life,
Going through strife,
Marching along to the piccolo and fife.
 

Lalalah

Little Mouse
I was just kind of dejected, so, I formed this piece.

There's a portion of me that'll always be sanguine. There's a portion of me that'll always just be inclined to provide. Screw me over, alright, it's not a florid concept. So many could screw me over, so many have, as I remarked, it is not a florid concept. And yet, there's a portion of me that'll allocate, as that portion possesses empathy, albeit it is perpetually being struck down and admonished, discerned as nothing but a mere ailment. Why? Why is altruism not superb, and yet, the being of esurient is? Where does that compute? There's a portion of me that adores the individual that struck me down time and time again, that is able to be placated when the brouhaha is at it's apex, that is so dilapidated, there's a perpetual, mundane sting. And, this sting is searing it from the inside out.

As well as another.

When I pass by you, don't head over to me, and, "chat". I'm not your safe guard, nor your reprieve. Yeah, that was me. That was me, up until the point that you just viewed me as another play thing, a puppet, and boy, do stings really do gnaw away at you. I believed it to be perpetual. I believed it just to be another point within life that you were to turn a blind eye to. When all points within me stated, "I'd rather not", I opted for, "Sure". ( I just desisted this succeeding that line ).
 

Van

Active Mouse
This is a rhyming poem I made about how I felt, and I couldn't bottle up the emotion any longer today.

The Wind
I remember meeting the wind once

Strong, calm with wicked stunts

It lied around the soft grass

And made sure that the leaves blown pass.

The silence that held us within

This is how the conversation begin.

Letting out a breath I ask

“Why we hide behind a mask?”

And the wind soon replied,

“because of our lack of pride,

The cold being leaving our life

And stabbed us in the back from a knife.

We choked from the unforgetting realization

With our thoughts being an abomination.

Our Self Esteem bled

As the confidence was considered dead.

We hide our emotions

With a planted bot that’s now our motion

Sometimes we reveal our truths

And our elder secrets now turning youths

If only we can have rewind

And see what kind

Did such a thing to corrupt

The volcanic mind that erupt.”

The Wind finished their explanation,

Their last sentence showing aggravation.

With the silence growing back,

I then knew how to get the conversation in track.

Hold out my hand, the wind stared.

My heart beating fast, I then declared,

“So what if society doesn’t care?

Stand tall, straight, and fair.

Let those know who you are

And not stay trapped in a jar.

Someone will love you

And then you won’t have everlasting blues

For now, I’ll be your friend,

And we can release our mask and pause our pretend.”

The wind doesn’t respond

Yet now understanding this offered bond.

With hesitation of want and hope

The wind grasps the hand that ended the depressing slope.
 

Neurological

MAH CHEESE!
Time;
It's something we don't really focus on or have our eyes open to,
A limitation of eternity, existence of mortality, neverlasting beginnings-
and endings.
Entrapment within an hourglass, the sipping of sands, the lowering and raising of the scales
from a full composition to an empty plate... in the end we result to nothing, we came from the ground and back to the ground we
will re-enter.
rot.
--
Time is finite.
Drip drop
then it's all gone,
the drink from the cup,
the fuel for our energy,
all gone.
Refill after refill we reach the end of the barrel,
before we know it, nothing can be brought back
nothing.
Nothing.
It screams.
NOTHING.
N O T H I N G.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD I BEG YOU.
N
O
T
H
I
N
G
...
the voice quietens until I can finally hear myself.


oops.




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Time is a predator,
and we are its prey.
It's the ticking of the clock counting every hour,
minute,
second,
milisecond
as it passes through
until the venom of the snake and tug of its surrounding body
bite and hit
bite and hit
in repetative sprays.
The counting down of examination time, our lives, everything
is just a result to chase us out
if we can survive.

a sudden flash of light.

___________________
Time is regret and memories.
The walk into school, awkward introductions, misplaced feelings and anxiety,
we were tested the minute we set foot in this building.
All eyes on us,
all eyes on us
yet
nothing was strange to see
somehow they saw us differently.
Punch.
Pause, and recognition of pain...
Fall.
Cowardly sounds of laughter all round.
Hypocrites.
Wannabies.
Hurt.
The question, "what did I do?"
"Am I really to blame?"

I wish to forget, please...
Flames hanging on my shoulders
Too many reminders
notifications on a phone
and I cannot delete

nothing





Where did it all go wrong?


Break up's
Breakdown's




I can longer find it...





Nowhere to hide,




a wolf in sheep's clothing.



_________________________
Time is degradation.
A plant has been sown in spring,
with care and prestige,
it climbs up slowly
until IT BLOOMS!
Beautiful explosive blossoms flourish the air in all of its glory,
the heavensent scent lifts up any mood, oh any mood,
no one could resist the tempation!

That is, until summer passes.

What once was of childish youth, now lacks warmth
Nourishment
Growth.
It droops from its mood, contemplative
as if all the happiness and joy shared with the world had been drained out
left with the sadness and burdens of others.

From its lonliness, it shrivels up


until it finally dies.

Forgetten.


and exploited.


What's left of the plant are the seeds
carried away into the wind

Hopefully, it'll meet this same flower's opportunity


for a while.




__________________
Time is....?


Funny, I can't seem to remember...
Moves as a blur along a heatwave,
a shift in a parellel universe or an alternate region.
We are born, we live and we die...not as positive as it sounds does it? fearful perhaps?
-
We only have this life, we won't know what's after this
or if there's nothing at all,
all we can do is wait and see,
honor the rest of our years because life isn't fair on anyone
and time won't let you off on a warning.
It will seek out and find you.

While you are running, it runs out with you.
Time is narrow,
and will shut its doors,
a confirmation of your endings.



Crack.
It's quite long and may have some 'ocasional' gaps.
 

Aesthetic

MAH CHEESE!
"Hey you, the little fighter.
One day, things will be brighter.
You'll see.

Hey you, the laughing stock.
One day, they'll see you're strong as rock.
You'll see.

Hey you, the wanter of death.
Nothing waits for you over Heaven's heath.
Not yet.

Hey you, the suicide-noter.
Stop writing, it's not over.
Not yet.

You'll see."
 

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
A festival of flowing streams,
Water that falls from the fountain’s seed.
Crowds of cheers and everyone that steers,
And clouds that stop at the rear of a line,
Where gatherings come to fulfill their tongue’s life.

A fountain of clear skies,
As the beaches’ waves leap for height.
Victory, Victory
Stand tall and strong!
Trickery, Trickery,
The festival is now all drawn.

Clouds and crowds, gathered all at a stop
And frozen as the broken clock.
Fragile water they called but had fought.
The audience sits to rot and roll,
With only the ocean to take a stroll.

Victory, Victory
Shine bright under your light!
Snicker, Snicker
Crickets fastened their pace quicker.

A festival of cheers,
Water that falls from the cloud’s to steer clear.
Victory, Victory
Disappointed indeed,
But she cared of no greed.

Agile status and fragility seen
But only few could lean against the ocean’s currents
That leapt through the sand and stood a fight,
And here you still stand with might.

Victory, Victory
Is all your allies seen
Despite your bandaged glee.
 

Kellita

Gin Fizz
"Hey you, the little fighter.
One day, things will be brighter.
You'll see.

Hey you, the laughing stock.
One day, they'll see you're strong as rock.
You'll see.

Hey you, the wanter of death.
Nothing waits for you over Heaven's heath.
Not yet.

Hey you, the suicide-noter.
Stop writing, it's not over.
Not yet.

You'll see."
This is so cute and inspiring.
 

Glassdoll

Cheesus
tbh i've been writing stories/poems/songs since i was like 8 (and they're all horrible) but today I feel a few days ago I've written something I'm proud of (and im not going to post it here but yeah just sayin')
 

Kellita

Gin Fizz
tbh i've been writing stories/poems/songs since i was like 8 (and they're all horrible) but today I feel a few days ago I've written something I'm proud of (and im not going to post it here but yeah just sayin')
YOU SHOULD TOTALLY POST IT THOUGH:(
But good job on the achievement!
 

Aesthetic

MAH CHEESE!
Here's a piece I worked on today; it's lore for Flight Rising. You can skip the "Idea..." bit, it's there to help me remember ahh.
Pricey’s lore
Idea; Pricey takes Haunted’s soul, killing her, and then gets caught by Waunted when Pricey attacks him. Pricey gets shot between the wings, in the back, and Waunted decides to preserve the others’ souls that escape through his injury. Pricey is then placed under a deep watch in Waunted’s mansion and is never let out of the room. Not even to stretch his wings. He manages to get out and tries to continue his work.

The cloak fitted him like a dream. Or, more specifically, a dreamless husk. It belonged to the dragon at his feet, one that went by the name of Hielo. He was a big guy, an Imperial, with a body coated in ice and eyes that shone like the master of Ice’s scales. But still, he’s dead. A soulless and useless piece of what used to exist. A chuckle rose in the Orca Fae’s throat, bursting out of his jaw in huffy breaths. He enjoyed this. A lot. It was sad, though. The Imperial was heading out of town to see family, and now they’d never get to see him. Unfortunate, the Fae thought hungrily as he turned to head the other way.
“No more,” growled an oddly feminine voice to his left. He swivelled to see Haunted, his mate, standing behind him with a look of venom on her face. She was the same as Pricey, an Orca dragon, but her patterns were more intricate and delicate than his own. She wore an eternal mask of a lightened purple and a deep abyss of black, and her wings shone blues and violets in the sun. She was a work of art, but…
“Haunted, my sweet,” he hissed. “Go back home.”
“Pricey,” she sighed back at him, ruffling his dark blue wings, “this has gone on far enough. Please stop. You just killed the clan’s ambassador, and that should be enough.”
“It’s never enough. You won’t understand.”
“No, I won’t,” she breathed, turning to head home. Home, he scoffed internally as he watched his mate leave through the shrubs and bushes. What is a home?
He stared down at his paws, at the darkening husk of Hielo. His eyes were wide still, and Pricey had the slight pang to close them. He shook the idea off without a second thought. This Imperial deserved no mercy.
The wind around him rustled with the presence of another. A cruel, awful thing of a smile stretched at his mouth as he felt the air around him come alive. Another dragon, he studied as he followed his instincts to his next bit of prey, always hungry for more and more. It was too bad that the clan he was staying in didn’t realise or notice the absence of so many. He’d enjoy everyone pointing paws at each other while he sat in the shadows and watched.
“…Hielo’s gone to see his family,” a dragon’s voice – a male – shot out from the depths of the forest around him. “He won’t be back for a while.”
“A shame, I liked him,” a female one sounded, closer to Pricey’s spot than the other. Two for the price of one.
He crawled in the shrubbery and the swinging curtains of vines around him to see who his next victims would be… and stopped dead in his tracks.
Waunted and Xayah. The Soul Seeker and the hunter. Damn the Deities.
“Yeah, he’s a good guy,” Waunted said, his head angled in a bird-like way towards the horizon. Pricey’s blackened and dead heart began to beat faster. He’s going to figure out Hielo’s dead, he panicked.
“You alright, chief?” Xayah’s rough voice rang out in the sudden silence that came through the forest.
“Not exactly,” was his only reply. “Something seems very off. Like a dragon’s been… killed… near here.”
Pricey shot out of the green, raging bushes towards where Hielo laid on the dirt path.
It's unfinished, but I hope you guys enjoy!
 

Corpse_husband

MAH CHEESE!
here I post some writing about characters I wrote about from a game here
[BCI]It’s always for you

[CI]‘My dearest, i’d regret to tell you this but someone deep in my heart lays my true feelings for you that I can help but think about quite often and it pains me to say this but I don’t think I can love you anymore.’ The turquoise gripped the pen in his hand tightly starring at the paper with his untidy writing slowly filling the page.

[BCI]And never for me

[CI]‘I.. hate to admit this but our love is no longer in bloom and has been wilting slowly seeing our sides of the moon and sun drift apart slowly but surely affecting us dearly.’ He shook his head starring at the people emotionlessly, inside he was a mess breaking down on way too many mental and physical levels.

[BCI]And I need to stop, so let me tell you please

[CI]‘You have to admit, it’s true, it really is. The sun and the moon will never be able to be together, the same for the sun and light. The paint and the picture can but that wasn’t a choice for both of us, I apologize for being so greedy and so caught up in painting my picture.’ He set down the pen only to go get dressed in a suit black as night with a black tie to go along and taking another seat putting the item back in his hand.

[BCI]I’m always sad, and I’m always lonely, but I can tell you that I’m breaking slowly

[CI]‘But in the future I’ll make sure that won’t happen again, everything’s gonna be so much better. We’re gonna be happy and both of our flowers will bloom this time and turn out absolutely stunning in the ending.’ He glanced at the time continuing his writing as his hair drifted down covering part of where he already could barely seeing making it worse, he brushed it out of his face trying to ignore all the hair in his way.

[BCI]Closed doors, locked in, no key. Keeping my feelings hidden.

[CI]‘Its kind of funny, how everything has gone and changed and we’ve lived through it. Like it’s okay, and i’m glad we’ve had such love where we can do that, it’s amazing, really.’ He laughed slightly a small smile appearing on his face as a small drop of water slowly fell onto his paper.

[BCI]There is no ease, I need it to stop

[CI]‘I hope you’ll appreciate this letter I wrote because in the end i’ll always be with you, I’ll always be here for you, I’ll always love you. You are my sunshine even if you embraced the moon’s light.’ More drips fell upon the paper that he was trying so hard to hold back but he just couldn’t contain it anymore. He wiped his eyes as if he was trying to erase a smudge he knoW would never come off a paper.

[BCI]And I want to be able to open up but,

[CI]‘I’ll make things better for the two of us, I love you. You are my one and only.

[CI] You’re lover, Jihyun Kim.’ He made the waterfalls stop coming from his eyes and adjusted his tie holding a bouquet of daffodils and the letter as he stood infront of the grave that read ‘Rika Kim’.

[C]He sat at the bar taking risky glances at the turquoise next to him, they had been at the RFA party late in and everyone was having quite the fun now. The raven haired male sipped his wine quietly still sneaking the small glances at the other boy.

[BCI]“ Darling you’re my best friend. “

[C]He sat with his best friend at the party as they spoke on various topics of each other’s well beings, careers, any and everything there was to talk about. Jumin smiled just being beside the other as he took another sip of his wine as he was tapped on the shoulder by the other.

[BCI]“ But there’s a few things that you don’t know of. “

[C]He spoke of going out by a window so he could spoke his pipe, that was normal for him of course and the black haired male accepted willingly. It was late as they sat on the cushioned seats by the window as he pulled his pipe out and started to smoke and talk to the other.

[BCI]“ Why I borrow your lipstick so often “

[C]The other gazed at him as he spoke glancing around the environment of the dark room. People dancing, loud music playing, and he could barely hear him over the music actually. The two had their hands next to each other and the raven kept barely grazing the others.

[BCI]“ I’m using your shirt as a pillow case. “

[C]The turquoise spoke about the other’s job, how he was doing and if he was keeping up with his work. The other nodded, he had been caught up with everything in the moment and work had been rather okay but that wasn’t concern at the moment. The other hesitated to speak as the teal looked at him and both gazed into each other’s eyes.

[BCI]“ I wanna ruin our friendship, “

[C]The turquoise let out a huff of smoke as the music blasted, the drunks rambled and got more drinks, the people danced. The grey head slowly leaned closer putting his hand over the other’s closing his eyes and placing his lips on his, the smoke went inside his mouth but they didn’t disconnect nor cared.

[BCI]“ We should be lovers instead. “

[C]What they didn’t know was the blonde watching them in the distance, her green eyes faded into a darker color as she starred with hatred at them not saying a single word.

[BCI]“ I don’t know how to say this, cause you’re really my dearest friend. “

[BCI]“ Well, how are you? “

[BCI]“ What? “

[BCI]“ No one ever asks you, so how are you? “

[C]He sat there starring at the other dumbfounded, they weren’t wrong about no one ever asking how he was or how he felt about anything but it had taken him by surprise. He starred up at the sun as it hit his face he shut his eyes letting the hot rays of light bounce off of his sunglasses.

[BCI]“ Well, I don’t know, I guess I don’t feel anything. “

[C]He didn’t have a specific feeling to express, no anger, no sadness, no excitement. He felt like he was just here as a human and he didn’t have a purpose but he was put on this planet to live, he felt unimportant and aware of that fact.

[BCI]“ You can talk to me you know that.. right? “

[C]He nodded at the other, he swung his legs lightly since they were atop a mountain starring into the distance. Who else would he talk to? It’s not like anyone else would listen if he did speak, he sighed quietly watching the other pull their legs up from the cliff and laying their head on their knees.

[BCI]“ I’ll always be here for you. “

[C]They said that politely in a manner which he couldn’t look through but it was the honest truth, they would always be here. He sighed quietly gazing back up at the sky, he felt like he was star gazing in the day time and he found his gaze. The sun was a star, right? He didn’t care if it was or not.

[BCI]“ Hey.. Can I ask you a question? “

[BCI]“ Yeah, what’s up? “

[BCI] “ Why’d you kill yourself? “

[C]The other tilted their head gazing at him as he slowly spoke up starring at him with a debating look.

[BCI]“ Hmm, well I wanted you to be happy. “

[BCI]“ ... “

[C]He was once again left dumbfounded and starred at them scratching his hair and gazed back at the piercing sun.

[BCI]“ Well.. I would die for you too. “

[C]He said quietly as the other leaned on him gazing out into the sunset with him but when they leaned they merely fell because it was a ghost. Not real, never will be real, never again.

[BCI]“ I love you. “

[C]He said not even taking a glance at the other, they smiled lightly sitting next to them bringing a small distance between the two knowing that they never could cross it, never would cross it. No matter what something would hold the two back forever in this small space with regrets and pain for the rest of their lives.

[BCI]“ I love you too. “

this one actually got featured on the mystic messenger amino app and got over 500 likes :0
 

Aesthetic

MAH CHEESE!
Lore made by me on FR on the 25th of January.
The air around him was undisturbed as he awoke from a deep slumber next to the broken egg that had been his home for the past week. At first, his parents had been there, smiling down on him with warmth and pride. Now, no one was there. Not even the smallest shard of an egg shell was left amongst the vines of the nest. No warmth, no pride. Not even a shimmer of a dragon to be seen amongst the mist of the Shadow realm. A whisper, small and weak, rose in his throat as realisation dawned upon the youngling. I'm alone, he let himself think as he looked around once more. Again. Again. Nothing each time.
“Lost, little one?”
Equinox jumped in his skin and swivelled around to see the Shadowbinder behind him. She had scales as black as night and eyes as vivid as the Twilight. Her wings were large and plain but caught the small specks of light that manage to escape through the thickness of the storm clouds above. Darkness veiled as an oozing liquid bled through her jaws, despite how clenched they looked, and the hind of her body blended into the darkness beyond his poor hatchling eyesight.
“Well?” she inquired, her gaze surprisingly soft for the Shadow Deity.
“Yeah,” he muttered in turn. “I think my momma and daddy abandoned me. I can't see them.”
She only nodded, looking in a dreamy state. Why would she listen to me, the tiny dragon wondered, looking towards his small paws in shame.
“I'll tell you what,” she said out of the blue, startling his already-rattled brain to react with a jump. “I'll give you something special. A gift so you can handle yourself.”
“Really?” Excitement had filtered into his tone unexpectedly, but it didn't shame him.
“Of course! No hatchling of mine gets to suffer.”
He felt a smile stretch at his mouth, and he let it. Maybe the Shadowbinder is a kindred soul after all.
---
A crash came from before Equinox, loud and rumbling against the stone floor of his home. He felt his senses sharpen in the darkness to figure out who or what was making the noise at so early in the morning. Dim sunlight bled through the small shreds in his curtains, staining the floor with splotches of orange that danced like a flame in a hearth, but it did little to help his vision as he looked around.
His cave wasn't that big, bigger than most but not by much. His room consisted of a small, rickety bed in which he was lying on that had a deep and rich purple cover and silky pillow to match. His rug carpet was a gift from the local Tradesman further up the dirt track, shining white and orange in the morning sunlight. Shelves upon shelves lined the walls, numerous books piled and stacked onto them. There were necromancer books, journals, travel guides, maps, Shadow realms books and a small portrait of the Shadowbinder herself, given to him when he was only a few days old. There were traces of dust and silken webs weighing down on the books. Every speck, it seemed, that landed on the shelf, made the aged and slightly rotten plank of wood creak with effort to keep itself upright. I need to get those sorted, he reminded himself a third time this week, knowing he won't get round to doing it. He had a job to do, after all.
The crash sounded again, louder and nearer than before, coming through the rich purple curtain that he uses as a border between the real world and his own dream world. It fluttered in a breeze in which he knew shouldn't be there, and in that instant, a Nocturne a purer red than blood itself tumbled into the room with cobwebs and dust glittering on his body. He looked dazed, confused even. His golden eyes looked like treasure against his deep red skin, catching the sun to look like the late afternoon sun just before the sun sets for the night. His wings were all caught up in cobwebs and Equinox imagined the spiders who'd worked for hours perfecting their small, unappreciated masterpiece yelling and crying their curses upon the red beast that had stripped them away in an instant. He apologised to them mentally whilst watching the dragon regaining his balance and fixing his gaze upon the elder Wildclaw’s face, shock and distress crossing his feature
“I-I'm sorry,” he stammered. “I thought this was the home of Equinox. He's-“
“I know who he is, my friend,” the lake-blue Wildclaw replied with a warm smile in an attempt to calm the other down.
It worked, albeit a small bit. He could see, could practically feel, the tension leaving his shoulders and wings before he exclaimed, “Oh, good! You'll help me find him, then?”
“How do you know you're not looking at him?”
“Because he's described as wearing Necromancer leathers and candles of the brightest blue, not-“
“What,” Equinox chuckled, “did you expect me to sleep in my working silks and cloth?”
He watched with faint amusement and sympathy as the Nocturne’s shock returned, muttering a small “oh”.
“What's your name, boy?”
“Venturi, sir.”
“There's no need for a “Sir”, Venturi,” Equinox said. “Equinox will do.”
The dragon only nodded, staring at his paws that were roughened and scarred down to countless possible ventures. Just to find me, the Wildclaw sighed internally before leading on with the conversation. “Why did you want to find me?”
“I...” His voice trailed off to a faint whisper, barely audible over the early chirping of baby birds outside. “I'm not happy with being a Nocturne. I want to be a Wildclaw, and my friends suggested I come to you.”
“Well, I can help you with that. Follow me.”
He lead the smaller dragon out from his personal room and into the workroom he was given. Just like his bedroom, the walls were lined with shelves upon shelves, all cluttered with spell books and potions he'd created over the years. Each shelf had a few vials of multiple different pills and potions, solutions and salves for all kinds of injuries and illnesses. The curtains in this room were much more torn than the ones in his own room, fluttering and flapping in the cooling breeze sent by the Cloudsinger, their neighbouring Deity of the Wind realm. Spiders scittered and scratched along the floor, moving out of Equinox's and Venturi’s way. He could feel the evil looks some gave him for tearing down their webs with the beady rubies that were their eyes, all seeing and all hatred for the youngling. Poor lad. Equinox's desk and chair were in the center of the room, clustered with journals and spell books and a potion in the making.
“Sit there,” he said calmly, motioning towards the chair with a relaxed paw. “I'll be back in a minute.”
He turned before he could see the Nocturne sit down.
---
Ticks went on as he looked through the shelves upon shelves of vials in his spare room. It was musty and quiet in here, the perfect working space for practicing new magic and potions. Spiders, bees, even a toad or two lived in this very room, safe from the outside world where darkness and Death looked over them all daily, waiting for her next catch. The carpet beneath his paws was a musty blue, a calm colour for the elder dragon. It coughed up dust in his wake, filling and tickling his snout, but he had to focus on the task at hand. Finding the soon-to-be Wildclaw his potion.
Confusion rang and prodded at his senses and calm nature as he rooted through the current shelf. I'm sure I left it here, he thought with a soft growl forming in his voice when a sudden and sharp pain erupted in his head. He doubled over, resting his head against the shelf in a small attempt to be rid of it. He hated the headaches with a passion, ashamed that his own painkiller potions didn't work on him. The pain was often too great. Equinox felt a small, clawed paw dragging itself painfully across his mind and skull, causing him to grimace and double up further in excruciating pain.
“Looking for something, brother?” a mocking voice called out from the depths of his mind, causing further pain that made the darkness that his other self was made of appear at the sides of his vision. His other half was the polar opposite of him; evil. Where Equinox was kindhearted and sweet, Solstice was purely the living embodiment of hatred and torture. They both had a special hatred for each other that grew even more every day. Somehow.
“Solstice,” Equinox growled as he felt a shadowed form turn from thought to matter behind him. “What. Have. You. Done.”
“Nothing, my dear brother,” he hissed sweetly in his ear, putting Equinox's nerves on edge. “Nothing at all.”
“Give me the potion.”
“What if I don't?”
He felt Solstice's howling laugh shatter through him. There was nothing he could do to get rid of this bane on his life. Nothing at all. Not even the Shadowbinder, maker of the Shadow in the moon and controller of the darkness, could figure out what to do. She just told him it was his cost of the gift she gave him after long months of trying to control him. Every time Equinox had tried, Solstice had grown stronger. There was nothing he could do.
“Poor Venturi,” Solstice droned on. “He won't get his wish from the only person who could give it to him.”
“Solstice, please,” Equinox pleaded in turn. “Just give me the potion. I'll let you do whatever you want once he's gone, but please, just give it to me.”
“Deal,” Solstice growled viciously before disappearing, the vial of clear liquid dropping to the carpet with a muffled thud and a cloud of dust to greet it. Thank the Deities, Equinox sighed as he picked up the potion and rushed out of the room to check on Venturi.
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“Venturi!” he cried out, watching the younger dragon he'd grown to love as a brother fall to the ground. The two had seen each other in the market, often talking for a couple of hours before parting, and Equinox had been surprised at how well the potion had worked for ex-Nocturne. He'd turned into a strong-willed young Wildclaw and was no longer ashamed of who he was. But watching him fall mere ticks ago had sliced at the old one's heart. He saw blood gushing out in river from a deep slice on the red dragon's chest and felt frozen in fear and pain. His muscles siezed, his brain stopped. Equinox only watched as the Chimera ahead of him made the move to kill the younger one... before being thrown backwards by a repelling force.
In that instant, Equinox rushed to the dying Wildclaw’s side and knelt beside him, placing a paw over the flowing gash. He willed his mind to focus on the present moment instead of thinking of all the possibilities and focussed his magic on healing the wound. His mouth formed words that were foreign to the others. His eyes traced the magic at work, watching as skin and scales rebuilt themselves, as blood slowly stopped pouring out of the wound. His mind raced as he said spell after healing spell, trying his hardest not to focus on the ever-growing pain of his other self forming in his mind to distract him. Please work, he begged. Please keep him alive.
“Time’s running out, brother,” Solstice drolled on, making Equinox's worry worsen as he willes the magic to work. He couldn't speed it up, he knew that, but he could encourage it to do more at once.
“Shut up, Solstice,” he snapped back, shutting out his opposite's hatred-filled laughter before realising something.
The gash was gone. There was only scar tissue, pink against the Wildclaw’s stark blue skin on his paw which was the only thing that could be shown that Venturi had been dying.
Dying. The word clanged through his mind, affecting his opposite with stirring anger, but he merely ignored him. He didn't matter right now.
“Venturi?” he asked the softly-breathing dragon opposite him. “Are you... awake?”
The other dragon just groaned. After Equinox decided that that would be the best answer he'd get, he decided to urge his shadows to pick him up and carry him back to his cave before walking behind, picking up different herbs and spices along the way to help Venturi rest. He felt tired. So, so tired. Tired, and dull, and dizzy. His headache was still around as Solstice dragged his claws across the edges of his skull, but he refused to acknowledge it for long. He had a dragon to worry about. He let the breeze and the sounds of chirping and squealing dragons playing in the fields that stretched across the territory take his mind off of everything, just for a while. It was the first time in months that he'd noticed how happy the world around him sounded, despite it being a difficult territory to live in. He felt proud in that instant. Proud to call himself a Shadow dragon.
“Uh, Equinox?” he heard a voice say in a distant way. “Why am I floating?”
Floating?
“Oh, sweet Deities!” Equinox found himself exclaiming as he caught sight of Venturi staring straight back at him, confusion and slight fear stitching his face into a small grimace. “I'm so sorry.”
“It's okay, just get me down,” Venturi chuckled.
“Of course.”
 
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