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Shaman
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.
---
“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.”
That's so good :)
 

Aesthetic

MAH CHEESE!
That's so good :)
Thank you! I'm working on another one now if you want to read it when it's done. It's linked to this one.

Fictions @Fictions Here, in case you wanted to read the linked story [1 of 2 linked stories to the original];
Made by me on FR.
---
Half an hour. Half an hour of being in a ditch, and he still wasn’t out. The little dragon cursed his small wings and stared at the eggshell that was once his to live in. It’d had a shimmering, golden exterior that caught the light at so many angles, and the interior had been softer than silk. Now, it looked beaten and scratched as Venturi had taken his anger out on it. He’d considered trying to repair it, but had scoffed at himself for such an idea. It’s inanimate, he told himself, and so it doesn’t have feelings. The small hatchling stared up at the violet sky above him and chirped, hoping for someone to hear him. He could see the sun’s rays dying against the thickness of the fog, and knew that the Chimera would come out soon. A shudder raced through him as he chirped again, louder, and flapped him tiny, battered wings in an attempt to fly.
“Hello?” he made himself say. “Is anyone there?”
Ticks felt like bells as he waited for a response. Nothing.
“Stupid dragons,” he growled. “Guess I’m gonna have to do this myself.”
He continued to flap his Persian red wings, kicking up dust and rocks and pebbles. Many hit his delicate form, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The ditch was his main concern. It was about three Wildclaws tall and double that in width. Anger ripped at his muscles, his heart, as he flapped continuously with little change. Just more pebbles to greet him and mock his efforts.
“What use is a dragon that can’t fly?” he cried out, mostly to himself than anyone else as he let his wings fall to his sides in shame, despair. Anger. He let himself examine them, and saw that they were nowhere near ready for flight.
His left wing was perfect, as straight and as durable as it could be, but his right… his right was bent, probably crushed from being thrown into a pit. A growl rose in his throat as he saw that his right also had stretch marks all over the skin, and a small rip near the hook of his wing.
“Useless wings,” he sneered, letting them fold up again as he sought a way out of the pit through climbing.
This could take a while, he thought sadly as he placed his paw on the first rock he could reach and hauled himself upwards.
---
“Back off!” Venturi yelled as the Wildclaw drew closer to him. “I told you, back off!”
“Hey, I’m not here to hurt you, kiddo,” was all the Wildclaw said, staring at the book Venturi was holding in his roughened paws. “I just wanted to ask where you found that book.”
“Nowhere,” he snapped.
“Well, you must’ve done or you wouldn’t have it.” So calm. He must’ve done this kind of thing before.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because it was made by the Necromancer Equinox. He’s made plenty of them. I was wondering if you were a fan.”
“Equinox?” Venturi enquired, arching an eyebrow and taking in the Wildclaw that stood before him. He was a shade of gold, darker than it but not too dark, and he wore jewellery finer than any Venturi had seen. He had curling horns raising from his head, and an Arcane mark shone above his head like a pink-tinted halo. His eyes were of the same shade, shining out against his dark coloured skin, and Venturi caught the dance of fire-lit candles floating eternally behind the Wildclaw’s horns, as if curious of the event unfurling beneath them.
“Yeah,” the dark-coloured dragon replied. “He helped me out with my transformation.”
“Transformation?”
He only nodded. “Yep. I used to be a Nocturne, like you, but he helped me out. I didn’t like being a Nocturne, and yet-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Venturi snapped again, refusing to believe a single word he was saying, “I suppose that he also helped you with some other stuff too? Like, I don’t know, dealing with it?”
“Yeah, he did,” the Wildclaw said, confusion and frustration clouding his sunrise-pink eyes. “You know, kiddo, if you feel the same way I do… I could always lead you to him.”
Venturi readied a comeback and was about to snap at him for suggesting such a ludicrous idea, but then it hit him. He’d been trying to change himself by using this Equinox’s work, but it hadn’t worked, so why not go to the dragon instead? “Okay,” he replied gruffly, annoyed by having failed at his argument, “where is he?”
The Wildclaw pointed in the direction of the setting sun with a calloused and scarred paw like his own. A fighter, the Nocturne wondered. “He lives to the West, towards Wind territory. Oh, and I’m Nictan.”
“Venturi.”
“Well, it was nice being yelled at by you, Venturi,” Nictan replied with an amused blink of his eyes before turning his back on the small dragon.
“Wait.”
The Wildclaw – Nictan – stopped in his track and turned to face Venturi. “Yes?” he asked.
“Thanks,” Venturi said, not sarcastically.
“Anytime.”
Venturi felt the blazing heat of the afternoon sun against his scales in that moment, now that the Wildclaw was no longer towering over him. The cooling breeze that had been there moments before was now no longer evident to have even existed, and Venturi felt a river of sweat glide its way down the side of his face as he looked to the West and slumped to the floor. I got out of a ditch, he thought angrily, and this is what I get? More travelling?
The dragon sighed with a large huff of his breath and stood, facing the challenge to become who he wanted to be.
---
‘Are you kidding me’, was the only thought that ran through the dragon’s mind as he stared at the chipped wooden door that stood to the Necromancer’s cave. The local Tradesman, who’d just rolled away with his familiar, had let him hitch a ride for the journey after seeing his paws were bleeding from the rocks and countless sharp objects littering the earth of the Shadow realm. He looked pretty happy to let him hitch a ride, but his face had truly lit up when the Nocturne had mentioned Equinox’s name, falling into a whole other story about how he’d helped him with something or other. Venturi hadn’t listened, only wondered if Equinox would actually help him.
What if he doesn’t?
What if he isn’t even there?
What if he’s dead?
Venturi had to shake his head to rid himself of the thoughts multiple times, but still they crept back in to his mind like mice to a hole in the wall; always coming back. And now here he stood before a rickety, shabby cave entrance wondering if the guy actually was dead. He took it upon himself to knock lightly on the door, and it just opened. Just like that... opened. No locking mechanism, nothing. Confusion and anger cornered his vision as he stared into the slowly unfurling room before him.
It was dusty. That was the first thing he’d noticed; small specks of floating dust that shimmered and glimmered in the sunlight. There was a desk in the centre of the room, darkened by the sun and creaking in the soft wind that came through the door. Millions upon millions of shelves lined the walls and Venturi felt curiosity come over him. What’s in those books? What’s in the vials? He took a small step inside the room and felt hardened bristles of the navy blue carpet tickle his paws as he pressed down to make sure there were no traps. Huh, he thought as he found out there were none. I expected something at least. The curtains to his left and his right fluttered in the cooling breeze of the Cloudsinger’s, aiming to reach the ceiling above but never truly reaching it. Silken spider webs glittered in the corners of the room and on the shelves, casting the very early morning sunlight in his direction with a small sway in the wind.
“Hello?” he called out cautiously. “Equinox?”
A crash sounded to his left and he yelped, stumbling backwards into a row of shelves. He felt his damaged wing clip the shelf to his side and knock it off its hinges, crashing down next to his paw and only missing it by a few centimetres. It caused him to cry out again as he walked backwards... into a nest of spider webs. He could feel the pain and hear the screams of the spiders as he ripped and clawed his way out of the nest of silk strings and backed himself into a fabric wall, tumbling through it with a cry.
He fell to the floor, tangled in pearly white and speckles of fiery orange sunlight, feeling a much softer rug comfort his landing. Where am I? He fought against the entangling strings of soft material and eventually got the worst of it off. Venturi found himself staring at the foot of an old oak-wood bed, and turned to face a deep sky-blue Wildclaw staring back at him with confusion.
“I-I’m so sorry,” he stuttered, struggling and tripping over words repeatedly. “I thought this was the home of Equinox. He’s-“
“I know who he is, my friend,” the larger – much larger – dragon replied calmly. Carefully.
“Oh good!” he exclaimed. “You’ll help me find him, right?” He couldn’t keep the command and the snap of temper out of his voice, and regret tightened around his heart.
The older one just chuckled as if something was obvious, stirring his temper. “How do you know you’re not looking at him?”
“Because he’s in Necromancer silks and leathers and-“
“What,” he cried mockingly, “do you think I’d sleep in my silks and other items?”
Realisation slowly dawned on him as he properly looked at the Wildclaw. He was paler than he thought now that the sun had risen a slight bit more, and he had eyes as dark as rubies that shone against the blue. He was actually wearing some of his Necromancer silks, along with some enchanted jewellery, but mostly he was wearing sleeping leathers. “Oh,” was all he could say.
---
He heard Equinox – a now-friend of his own – cry out his name as the ground reached up to greet him. Pain smashed through his body, his bones and his very soul, but all the evidence he could give was a small gasp and a small grimace. Red flashed in front of his vision as he landed on his once-damaged wing, waiting for the end to come. He could feel the Chimera come closer, and he knew he could do more than lie there and wait, but he felt that he couldn’t move. Venturi just watched as the past few months flashed before his eyes.
The vial Equinox had given him had worked better than expected. At first, he thought the Wildclaw was a fluke, a fake. He thought he’d just be drinking sickly-flavoured water. But through the night, he could feel his body shifting. Changing to fit what he was meant to be. His wing that had once been a useless little thing now fit him like a charm, and the skin was no longer stretched and creased. He’d flown for the first time ever that same night, marvelling at the effects of the vial and going to Equinox again that night to thank him.
Only to find out Equinox hadn’t been there.
Another dragon had been. Venturi had found out that it was Equinox’s second half, a male called Solstice. He looked like a polar opposite of the necromancer, and Venturi’s senses had screamed at him to keep away... that this dragon was purely evil. He had done, not bothering to go on. But he had left a note, and he’d found the dragon at his door the next day but he was back to normal. Must’ve been a trick of the light, he let himself think.
And now here he was, a few weeks later, waiting for his end. He felt proud to die fighting instead of dying of sickness, but he wished he could’ve fought more battles. He’d fought enough, his many scars proved that much, but he still wished he’d been able to fight more. He watched as the Chimera came closer, a blade in its ragged claws and its teeth bared, ready for the kill. The red Wildclaw closed his eyes, waiting, to find that nothing came; only a strong wind. He opened one of his eyes with agonizing effort to find that the Chimera had been thrown away and was now lying motionless on the floor. Dead, but from what?
He didn’t have time to wonder before the darkness and peace enclosed its soft paws around his eyes and lulled him into unconsciousness.
---
He woke up disorientated. The world around him kept spinning and spinning slowly. The cooling breeze was welcome against his rough, sore skin, and the warming sun let him have the pleasure of warmth that hadn’t been there however-long earlier. Then it hit him. Am I dead? He looked around properly to find that Equinox was trotting slowly behind him, picking up numerous plants that he didn’t know the meaning of.
“Uh, Equinox?” he asked, surprised to hear his gruff voice sound so calm for once. “Why am I floating?”
The Wildclaw just looked up at him, shock growing on his face. “Oh sweet Deities! I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, just get me down,” he pleaded.
“Of course,” was his only answer.
 
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Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
Vivid memories, dreams and clemency
Gigantic, more than the beast swimming in Atlantic
Manipulation carries me away, puppeteer
Comes to save my day
With treacherous acts, serving poisonous meals
And altruistic as fallen may be,
Glaring down upon the roots of pollen seeds,
Greed, bleed, weak, had a human ever been meek.

Starry nights, glaring frights
Blight, blight, blight
Had a human ever been so bright.

Lucid dreams, illusionary scenes
Caught it as the firefly in my palm,
The butterfly wilted but with no qualms
And the rising, chaotic curtains
Merciless, as always,
Didn’t care for my fear of stage,
To be exposed of every weakness
Spelling out my name
For those to ascertain the jigsaw puzzle
I laid before roses, thorns that pricked
My ghostly soul, my taunting groan
Haunting me with the crimson of which bled,
Of the arousing bees that I’ve shed
From alluring feathers to rainstorm weathers,
Death, meth, regret, threat, had a human ever fret.
 

Cryaotic

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale!
Vivid memories, dreams and clemency
Gigantic, more than the beast swimming in Atlantic
Manipulation carries me away, puppeteer
Comes to save my day
With treacherous acts, serving poisonous meals
And altruistic as fallen may be,
Glaring down upon the roots of pollen seeds,
Greed, bleed, weak, had a human ever been meek.

Starry nights, glaring frights
Blight, blight, blight
Had a human ever been so bright.

Lucid dreams, illusionary scenes
Caught it as the firefly in my palm,
The butterfly wilted but with no qualms
And the rising, chaotic curtains
Merciless, as always,
Didn’t care for my fear of stage,
To be exposed of every weakness
Spelling out my name
For those to ascertain the jigsaw puzzle
I laid before roses, thorns that pricked
My ghostly soul, my taunting groan
Haunting me with the crimson of which bled,
Of the arousing bees that I’ve shed
From alluring feathers to rainstorm weathers,
Death, meth, regret, threat, had a human ever fret.
speak to me in riddles
 

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager

Cryaotic

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale!
if the chicken were to cross the road, why would it have left the toad?
because the toad was an abusive spouse and the chicken would have rather died a hopeless romantic
 

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
because the toad was an abusive spouse and the chicken would have rather died a hopeless romantic
no because the chicken was the toad
but u know good try
nerd
 

Cryaotic

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale!

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
where is the dislike button when you need it...
if you press the like button three times legend says the person gets banned eternally
also i fear for a warning since we're going off-topic here so i'll post a small poem

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
And thy eyes cannot match ocean's hue
Or the insects of which stick to glue,
Stay true babes.
 

Glassdoll

Cheesus
if you press the like button three times legend says the person gets banned eternally
also i fear for a warning since we're going off-topic here so i'll post a small poem

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
And thy eyes cannot match ocean's hue
Or the insects of which stick to glue,
Stay true babes.
Roses are red
Violets like to listen to the blues
Bakafay and chlotaki
are weeaboos
 

Feathertrue

Little Mouse
* . Prologue. *

In the depths of a fierce volcano, there was a lion. This was a very strange lion, indeed. Her pelt was midnight black and her underfur and paws waspurple. The lioness's eyes shined grey and the tip of her tail was aflame. The lioness was pacing back and forth inside a cave. The cave overlooked a lake lava, and high above the lava there was a large opening the ceiling. The lioness looked down at the lava, still pacing back and forth. She was mumbling something about "the curse" and "ice dragons". A roar sounded from the opening in the ceiling. A giant blue dragon spiraled down from the ceiling opening, it's wing flapping up and down and a very serious expression. The dragon landed in front of the lioness who was no dazed by the appearance of the dragon. "Have you made your decision yet, Queen Verona?' the dragon said in a raspy tone. The dragon was three time larger than the lioness but she still replied in a slick voice. "My mind is made up, Whiskit" Verona said. "Ready the sorceresses and warriors and tell them to meet me at Snowfall Peak. Soon, this land will be ours!". Her voice echoed against the cave walls. Whiskit chuckled and said "You are indeed correct, Your Highness. Shall I fetch King Marrin?". The lioness stared at the lava again as bubbles of lava popped and formed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at the blue dragon. "No. He will only slow us down." Verona hissed. Whiskit nodded and took off as he spiraled towards the ceiling opening just like he did when he came in. Verona sighed and lifted up an amulet necklace that was tied around her neck. "I'll free you soon, brother." She whispered. "Very, very soon.."
 

Glassdoll

Cheesus
* . Prologue. *

In the depths of a fierce volcano, there was a lion. This was a very strange lion, indeed. Her pelt was midnight black and her underfur and paws waspurple. The lioness's eyes shined grey and the tip of her tail was aflame. The lioness was pacing back and forth inside a cave. The cave overlooked a lake lava, and high above the lava there was a large opening the ceiling. The lioness looked down at the lava, still pacing back and forth. She was mumbling something about "the curse" and "ice dragons". A roar sounded from the opening in the ceiling. A giant blue dragon spiraled down from the ceiling opening, it's wing flapping up and down and a very serious expression. The dragon landed in front of the lioness who was no dazed by the appearance of the dragon. "Have you made your decision yet, Queen Verona?' the dragon said in a raspy tone. The dragon was three time larger than the lioness but she still replied in a slick voice. "My mind is made up, Whiskit" Verona said. "Ready the sorceresses and warriors and tell them to meet me at Snowfall Peak. Soon, this land will be ours!". Her voice echoed against the cave walls. Whiskit chuckled and said "You are indeed correct, Your Highness. Shall I fetch King Marrin?". The lioness stared at the lava again as bubbles of lava popped and formed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at the blue dragon. "No. He will only slow us down." Verona hissed. Whiskit nodded and took off as he spiraled towards the ceiling opening just like he did when he came in. Verona sighed and lifted up an amulet necklace that was tied around her neck. "I'll free you soon, brother." She whispered. "Very, very soon.."
woah am curious curious please post more soon. after somebody speaks, make a new paragraph and after someone says something you do not use a period, but you use a comma when you are going to say something like "he said". I've made mistakes like these many times but it really changes everything once someone realizes a mistake they made in writing, it begins to seem like everything has gotten better. the indents wouldn't show up in my example but ya that's what it is :3.

"My mind is made up, Whiskit," Verona said with her voice echoing against the cave walls. "Ready the sorceresses and warriors and tell them to meet me at Snowfall Peak. Soon, this land will be ours!"

Whiskit chuckled and said, "You are indeed correct, Your Highness. Shall I fetch King Marrin?"

The lioness stared at the lava again as bubbles of lava popped and formed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at the blue dragon. "No. He will only slow us down." Verona hissed. Whiskit nodded and took off as he spiraled towards the ceiling opening just like he did when he came in. Verona sighed and lifted up an amulet necklace that was tied around her neck.

"I'll free you soon, brother," she whispered. "Very, very soon.."
 

Feathertrue

Little Mouse
woah am curious curious please post more soon. after somebody speaks, make a new paragraph and after someone says something you do not use a period, but you use a comma when you are going to say something like "he said". I've made mistakes like these many times but it really changes everything once someone realizes a mistake they made in writing, it begins to seem like everything has gotten better. the indents wouldn't show up in my example but ya that's what it is :3.

"My mind is made up, Whiskit," Verona said with her voice echoing against the cave walls. "Ready the sorceresses and warriors and tell them to meet me at Snowfall Peak. Soon, this land will be ours!"

Whiskit chuckled and said, "You are indeed correct, Your Highness. Shall I fetch King Marrin?"

The lioness stared at the lava again as bubbles of lava popped and formed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked back at the blue dragon. "No. He will only slow us down." Verona hissed. Whiskit nodded and took off as he spiraled towards the ceiling opening just like he did when he came in. Verona sighed and lifted up an amulet necklace that was tied around her neck.

"I'll free you soon, brother," she whispered. "Very, very soon.."
Thanks! :D im working on chapter one already, but SCHOOOOOLZ :p Dont't worry, i'll have chapter one by tuesday!
 

Aesthetic

MAH CHEESE!
I will edit this ASAP. I'm currently working on lore for dragons, so it may not be soon, but I really want to share my idea eventually!!
 

Neurological

MAH CHEESE!
In preparation for next Friday, I first wrote it out as a draft and then shortened it down to five paragraphs maximum (since I'll only have 5 minutes)
What's silly about it though, only counts for 0% of my English grade and is kept separately (actual 0%, just zero, no decimal places)
Despite the kerfuffle, I hope this enlightens you.
Prejudice

A taboo topic we hinder ourselves from talking of or finding a solution to end the trouble, but what does prejudice mean in terms of definition?

A biased opinion/viewpoint not supported by factual evidence, neither reasoning nor actual experience, normally associating at first glance with people we meet and greet, a natural response within our day to day lives collectively in our thoughts.

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Prejudice isn’t always negative and can also have positive outcomes,
however negativity is all around us and is important to address towards many groups such as sexism and gender inequality, many men and women at a very high disadvantage among pay gaps and discrimination of females in misogyny, assuming we left our old ways behind in 1920 by receiving the vote for women and so forth. Race is also an area of weakness, through remarks of skin colour (dark being of poverty and disgrace, light of wealth and eternity), accents misinterpreted from others.
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A report I stumbled upon from 2017, located on the BBC NEWS website, was of British East Asian actors ‘facing prejudice in the theatre and tv’, rarely any non-race based roles were given to those belonging to the Asian community, expectations of accents and assumptions of their birth place isn't right, that comes as a cost and challenge. What someone else assumes may not be correct and isn’t something we put a lot of thought into, hypocritical.
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As a young adolescent, I still am, my experience is one I wish to turn over and leave behind. My behaviour around others was of a shy nature, sensitive, emotional, people took my tears entirely in the wrong context. I never spoke of how I felt because it was hard for me to open up, I never was taken seriously and even now I’m a pawn thrown off the table, as soon as one outburst comes up. It has gotten better, yet I sense no real changes from a few.
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What of the positives?
It’s not noticed of or seen unlike the evil that exists around us such as a natural disaster/hazard, or a terrorist attack and at those times we are quick to snap, influences similar to these intoxicate humanity with unnecessary worry although awareness is vital; Let’s embrace the good while we have it, stop acting in a manner so someone can ‘like’ you, have your own self respect and learn to keep your deep inner points to yourself.


Thank you for listening.
There will be some areas that'll need fixing or changing, I'll leave it this way in the mean time.
 

Omnipresence

Little Mouse
its edgy but i dont care.

ごめんなさい
私を許して
why oh why
cant i just get up out of bed?

i am tied
to this computer in my head
all your lies
left marks where i have cried and bled.

本当のことを言え
私を愛して
なぜなぜなぜ なぜ
bedsheets stained and colored red

ハッピーエンドはどこですか?
記憶が薄れた
これはすべてです
all i wanted was to be with you
 

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
title; not yet decided (poem was made by improvising and done within 2-3 minutes, so i decided to make it short.)

a tranquil melody bolting
regressing the growth of tree seedlings,
and a remedy the puppeteer provided thee,
caused thy eyes to form a limpid gaze,
fitting for an exquisite, glistening portrait.​
 

Kibs

Pingless
i was not in the right state of mind when i wrote this

the seagull hurt his knee​
ow ow ow he skwaks

help me my knee hurts he cries as he falls to the ground

a pedestrian happened to see him

oh no man is this gull ok... she says out loud

no im not help me pleas... he skwakws and skwaks

the woman leaves. seagull is heartbrpken

no,,, why must u do tis to me...
seagull know crawls to water
and looks for crumbs of food
but he not find anythiing..

skWAAAWK SKWAAAWK
seagulls!!

SKWAAAWK SEGAUULL~~~

seagull can hear their angelic vouces calling out to him

yes bbabies help me

they help seagull

but

PEWPEWPEW BANG BANG KAKOOOO

a woman dressed in a red ressing salad pops in with a huge bakooka
and shoots eveyrone

HUAHOHOHOHHOHNHONHONOHNO nO JSUTIVE FOR SEAGULLS

and leaves after seeing the burnt carcasses fo the seaguls flaoting in the wooter


the seagull's soul flies out of his body

and stares into the horizon

life... is short

treasure it, friends

dont be like seagull and hurt his knee..

use knee protectors..

order now for just $1.99

free shipping to any countries except for antarctica bceacsue who lievs there

call 192-KNEE

thank and bye

support my work on ao3 thankes bye https://archiveofourown.org/works/10900296
 
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