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October 19th 2008 - Well, as I'm sure you all noticed, Adversity is having some issues. We randomly converted to Zetaboards and lost nearly everything. All our old codes, including our AC, is completely gone and never to return. Not only that, but our skin disappeared with it, though I luckily have the images saved in my Photobucket account. For now I am just trying to get AV looking decent again so we can re-open. Also I will be searching for some new codes to replace the old ones. It may take a while, but I want to thank you all for being here and supporting AV during this. I know it sucks xP Also, thanks everyone who's helped me so far, I can't tell you all how much I appreciate this. -Koz. |
-How to make tables work in Zetaboards. -Money code that works, Dae supplied me with 2 but both of them don't appear to work. That's it for now. I will add things to the list as I think of them though, so keep checking in! |
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| Kozone | Jul 19 2008, 01:52 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #444d53; padding-top:350px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaakozonetable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#d1d1d1 style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:11px; line-height:12px;">OOC -- Grawr, this is getting out a lot of Kozzie muse. Anyone feel free to join in! <br> Music -- Sekai no hate made, a.k.a. Until the end of the world. It's from the anime Kiba, which you all should watch and adore ^^ <br> Word Count -- With quotes: 1,408 <br> Without quotes: 1,052 <br><br> "I just want to get away from this annoying place and spread my wings. <br> How many times have I scolded myself, saying "I'm not a child anymore!"?<br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, overflows with unfulfilled desires. <br> Rather than wandering down shortcuts and detours, <br> I'll just keep moving forward until I reach the promised place." <br><br> The teal ocean waves crashed gently against the white sand. In a soft rhythm they caressed the beach, mixing up the multi-sized shells that lay there peacefully. Along the white beach crawled little, pale-shelled crabs. Back and forth they wandered on their many legs, oblivious to the world around them. They had simple lives. Quiet and peaceful, all they ever had to do was listen to the waves sing to them. They had troubles, but they were small. Small and easy to let slide over the skin like the wind. They had to eat, and they had to live. Yet, they cared little more than that. They didn't worry about those who had passed away before them. They didn't suffer through life wondering if they had a purpose, or if they were just simply worthless. They didn't care about the many other crabs that shared the same spans of sand as them. They didn't have to worry about upcoming storms. They were just crabs. Small, white crabs that wandered around the beach taking care of themselves. Such creatures weren't able to comprehend that there could be more to life. They didn't know how to worry; they just knew how to live. Was that a way to live at all though? One day at a time? Or was it alright to have your mind stuck in the past while your body struggled to survive in a world your mind no longer wished to inhabit. Was a simple life really that great? <br><br> "Our wings are real, and truly, truly beautiful, <br> so we won't lose, no matter how fiercely the wind may blow. <br> We'll just keep flying straight ahead, far, far into the distance. <br> Look, we've become the wind, and now we can smile, <br> even about those days when we held back so many tears."<br><br> A lone shadow wandered over the sands. That shadow was none other than a wolf as black and a starless night. She was a tall, thin-legged beast. Her body was thin and streamline, her fur a dark, silky ebony. Purple stripes made their way up her legs, and there was a dark purple patch spreading down her long tail. The creature's head was long and pointed with triangular ears sitting firmly on top. From her left ear dangled a silver hoop earring that twitched and rotated with her ear. Long, dark strands of hair hung down over sharp purple eyes tainted with shards of shattered silver. The female made her way down the beach, delicately she placed her large paws in the warm sand. Where was she going? She actually didn't know herself. Maybe she just wanted to see the ocean again like she had so many times before? With silent footsteps the dark-furred wolf moved toward the water's edge. Small sand crabs scurried out of her way, snapping their small claws in irritation. They didn't understand. The wolf sighed as the cool water lapped at her feet. Tainted violet orbs lifted and stared out across the sea. Stared out across Western Adversity. It was the one place she'd never been. Then again, no one could go to Western Adversity. It was nothing but an endless sea. It was nothing but a vast expanse of churning water with maybe a few whales or dolphins sprinkled randomly in it. The female was a shapeshifter, though you might as well have called her an outcast. Her power allowed her to fly over the mighty ocean, but she'd never found anything. She'd flown for days above the place in hopes to find somewhere new to call home. Crossing the mountains was not an option. <br><Br> "In those days we'd do nothing but laugh and stare at the TV. <br> Now I'm an adult, sleeping on a train, with an exhausted face, trying to make a living. <br> I'm taking you to the town where I was born, because I want to show it to you. <br> There isn't really anything there, but we'll go to a hill with a spinning windmill."<br><br> The shapeshifter sighed and sat down upon the damp sand. Salty water lapped at her feet, making her wet and sticky. The beach smell tickled the creatures nose and made her wonder why she'd gone to the place. Wondering only led to more, and soon she found herself looking back upon things she'd long tried to push away. Behind her eyes flashed images of those long dead. Of those who'd passed away in the war. Her friends, her family. She just couldn't let them go. The female's heart ached and cried as it tried to fill in the space left behind by all those who'd passed into the other world. Why couldn't she go with them?!? All it would take is one jump; one fall. All it would take is one poisonous bite; one fight. Yet, she couldn't. As much as she wanted to go see them again, something told her to hold onto her life. Then again, it was the only thing she had left. If she let it go, she'd have nothing. The female's eyes began to sting, and she squeezed them shut in hopes that she could push the memories back again and stop the tears from coming. She was too far in. The memories wouldn't go away, instead they pushed back at her. They dared her to try and forget them. A lone tear escaped. It rolled down between the long strands of hair and into the corner of her mouth where its bitter taste made her throat feel swollen. Angry with herself for being so weak, the dark-coated female lifted a paw and scrubbed the liquid away. <br><br> "Sometimes we don't achieve our goals. <br> Our hopes and dreams become in vain, and we get knocked down."<br> <font color=#4b0068><b>"Our wings were fake, and truly, truly dirty scraps of paper, <br> easily torn by the slightest bit of wind."</b></font><br><br> The female spoke to no one in particular. She couldn't sense anyone nearby, but then again she wasn't trying that hard. For all she knew someone could be standing right behind her. Yet, she couldn't help but just speak out loud and let the wind carry her velvet-whisper voice away. For some reason, she felt a little better. Just a little. Curious, the shapeshifter lifted her head up higher. Tainted purple orbs closed as the wind blew gently across the beach. It was a nice wind, peaceful and cooling. It ruffled the female's silky coat, drying up the small beads of sweat that had been building up inside. The affect was immediate, and a tiny smile tilted up part of the female's mouth. Was she really smiling? For real? The odd facial expression disappeared as the wind continued on its journey. For some reason the female couldn't remember the last time she had truly smiled. Had it really been four long years? That was ridiculous. She couldn't have spent four years of her life moping and aching with the loss of everyone who'd ever gotten close to her heart... or could she? It didn't matter much to the female, but she was glad that she felt a little better, and she silently hoped that the feeling would stay around for at least a little while. <br><br> "We fall down, over and over again, <br> yet we didn't give up, <br> because we couldn't afford to throw in the towel and run away. <br> Our wings are real, and truly, truly beautiful, <br> so we won't lose no matter how fiercely the wind may blow. <br> We'll just keep flying straight ahead, far, far into the distance. <br><br> Look, we've become the wind, and now we can smile, <br> even about those days when we held back so many tears. <br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, will overflow with unfulfilled desires,<br> until the world's end..." </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Larka | Jul 20 2008, 07:53 AM Post #2 |
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[OOC: Sorry Kozzie, I forgot to switch account, but I'm posing with Zaroc XD] Steady hands, just take the wheel... And every glance is killing me Time to make one last appeal... for the life I lead Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, can u see what I see They're tryin to come back, all my senses push Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... Steady feet, don't fail me now Gonna run till you can't walk But something pulls my focus out And I'm standing down... A loner moved swiftly though the brush near the beach, his paws worn and his anger having been unleashed. He dwelled on thoughts of those in his past, the torments he faced and the hatred that grew inside him. He was a misunderstood creature and had been all of his life. In the place where he was born, only wolves of solid colors were bred while none had markings. Then came Zaroc, a wolf born of flames and demonic power as the elders said. He helf markings of green, three different shades on his limbs where flames ran along the upper portion near his shoulders. A green, thick mark was below each eye, while he also held one behind them as well. His forehead shown two more green marks, just between his ivory ears. His muzzle, sleek and long, was grey, though not from age. He had ragged fur on the back of his neck, thicker than anywhere else. Only the gods in heaven knew why. But the thing that turned everyone away was the eye shaped marking on either side of his pelt over his ribs. Everyone he'd met turned him away. Everyone in his past pushed him to the brink of insanity, and because of them, that's all he was; insanity. The word insanity could describe many a things, but it best fit Zaroc. Random outbursts, the quick changing of moods, the struggles to realize who he really was and the search for someone who understood him catigorized him as insane and crazy. Misunderstood by all, he roamed the planet, trying to find somewhere to fit in. He ended his search here, where he thought someone else who shared markings wouldn't stop and stare at him for no good reason or turn him away because they thought him evil by appearance. He just wanted to be accepted for who he was. As his four paws beat against the dirt and sand mixture of the edge of the forest, he cast his green gaze out over the beach. It was only then that he saw an ebony female staring out over the ocean's vastness. He had half the mind to keep going, his conscience telling him that stopping was a bad idea while his heart said give it a try. His mother, the only one who talked to him before he left, told him to always try new things. Against his mind's orders, his paws sharply turned and he found himself walking into the open beach. Leaving the dirt ground and moving onto sand, he felt the collected heat from the day's sunlight warming his paw pads and sending a sort of chill down his spine. He was never one for heart felt moments or the cry because it feels good either. Instead, he stopped about half way and watched her for a moment before moving closer. What possessed him to get that close to a wolven he had no knowledge of was out of the question, only that he was sitting right beside her when she spoke those words. Her voice sounded angelic in the soft whisper and zaroc found himself entranced by her words and the pull of the ocean's water. He had always been bound to the element by his powers and since he had journeyed here, he had saved a female from drowing in the Ice Claw River. Though the ocean's waters felt much warmer, they did nothing on his heart. It was still a frozen block of ice bound in chains and forever locked while his mind was once more the unsolvable rubix cube. It had too many colors, too many turns and too many twists to figure out and by the time someone found one thing out about him, there were one hundred more facts to replace it. He was simply the rafts up the creek without a paddle. Her sweet voice had filled the air, and Zaroc felt like time had stopped. His mind had cleared for a moment's peace, but only for that one moment. For some reason, he felt inner peace that had never touched him before. That is, until her words were finished. Everything seemed to begin again as the sound of the waves came back to mind and the air was filled with silence. The insanity of the world was back and Zaroc felt like he could burst under the silent pressure. He lifted a paw but placed it back in the water. He wanted to say something, but was unsure. He looked at the femme, her hair hiding her violet occuli, but, something else caught his attention. A brief smile appaered on her maw and he felt like smiling too. Only, he didn't. He didn't really know how to be quite honest. He had never, in his entire life smiled. Not when he was a pup since there were no happy or fond memories and not when he grew older either. When you're all alone in the world, there's nothing to cheer you up. His rough voice began to fill the air as he found himself speaking to her words. He just couldn't help himself since he felt like she had just described his entirety in those simple words. "Sounds like me." Those three words were all he said. They held the anger and despair of his past and the bleakness of his future, an insight to the insanity as one might call it. His ears flattened and his gaze shifted to look at the moons high above them. His lips curled back as he thought of those many nights alone where he stared up at those same moons and stars and wondered why not even they could help him. Feeling the anger build up, he stood and turned away as fast as he could. He paid no attention to the crabs scurrying past of snapping as his paws, in fact, the crunch of one could be heard as he ran for the cover of the trees. He stopped half way, only to turn and look at the beautiful dark maiden. He felt the trance coming once more and pulled his head back. He moved on, this time slower with hopes that the ebony female would say something to call him back, anything to keep him there. He hoped that maybe, she wouldn't be like all the others who let him go. Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be, oh Stop and stare You start to wonder why you're here not there And you'd give anything to get what's fair But fair ain't what you really need Oh, you don't need What u need, what u need... Stop and stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be Oh, do u see what I see... |
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| Stormbringer | Jul 20 2008, 10:17 PM Post #3 |
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She didn’t quite understand falling in love, and sometimes the males she met did – which meant that whole awkward, ‘Let’s-just-be-friends’ talk. Which she had never dealt with. Normally, Stormbringer had just left.<br><br> But there was no leaving now. She was just going to have to pray. And pray she was going to do – she was headed for the shore. Oceans usually comforted her, gentle waves lapping the shore in a never faltering rhythm. Jus the lap, lap, lapping of waves upon the sand, the hush, hush of sand beneath paws, the never-ending horizon, a true view of the sky. The sky was Stormbringer’s Shangri-la. Open and faultless, clouds did not mar it but gift it with more colors. When the sun sank to the night, it painted them delicate peach and gilded the edges with golden light. Over the ocean, a smear of colors would be splashed across the iridescent surface.<br><br> Her movement across the plains was swift, and soon the ocean came into view, sparkling in the same watery hues as the amulet about her neck, which was silent now – she was slowly learning to move without creating a melody, though occasionally the quiet sound of the chain would bring to mind wisps of music. She almost had her near-silent walking back again. She had never been on an Invaria level, but she certainly wasn’t used to creating music with her strides. But it was mostly under control now, and she was feeling lighter than she had in a while.<br><br> Then, there she was, platinum paws on the golden tinged sand, eyes a deeper hue then the terrain, but akin none the less. They took it in and she stepped forward, her paw almost landing on a ghostly pale shape as it skittered sideways across the sand, the little crab turned, small eyes trying to assess her. She took two steps and the crustacean disappeared from view.<br><br> She was walking on a rather dune=y part of the beach, sand hills rising around her like pale waves in golden moonlight, scrubby grasses clinging to them. It was nice here, in this sandy hollow, a place to think and dream and aspire. She looked down and a large, rather ugly brown shell lay at her feet, it looked like half a clam, or a mussel, perhaps. She flicked it over, and the inside shone in a thousand rainbow hues. Different colors swirled in a pattern that reminded her a wood grain, mother of pearl glimmering in the hazy light. A small, dark pearl rolled in it, making a tiny rattling noise before settling at the bottom of the oyster shell. Such a surprise, a not-so-pretty shell held brilliant treasure. Stormbringer wished she were like that on the inside, pretty and brilliant and full flourish. But she wasn’t much different on the inside then on the outside. Slightly angsty, easy to annoy, a true soul searcher. Occasionally a lighter side showed through, but Stormbringer might as well have been clinically depressed. She wasn’t, of course, but she could fool you. Being depressed, though, was just to… Cliché.<br><br> Everyone had their problems, and a lot of them dwelled on them. She knew she did – she dwelled on them a lot. They all had tragic pasts, murders and hushed affection that ended in sorrow – the past wasn’t pretty. At least they could remember theirs, because there were always good time. Storm knew she had some – but the problem was the fact that they were hidden from her – gone, gone gone.<br><br> She hiked to the top of a dune and found that she was on the edge of the hilly place, for the sand stretched flatly away from her, and not so far away sat two shapes, one ebony and amethyst, the other granite and emerald. She narrowed her eyes against the gentle breeze, trying to bring them into sharper focus, but with no avail.<br><br> The black one… She was a female. Finally, some female companionship in a sea of brutes. She could deal with one – easily, so long as there was a little backup. So she trotted down the dune and sauntered across the sand, her eyes fixated on the two shapes defining themselves through the folds of time and space.<br><br> The gray one, the brute, rose, his fleeting steps eerie in the haze that had risen between them with the heat. The air shimmered like ribbons in the golden glow of the beach – so perfect in it’s looks, sand bleached almost white, only tinted with the slightest of gold – the sun a brilliant orb casting light into the darkest corners, the sea a startling shade of blue, the sky an endless canvas. Gorgeous shells lined the beach, intricate shapes interlaced with sand. A tide pool was cast to her left – a swift glance revealed a vast, shifting army on anemones, several small, brightly colored fish, and a algae green eel, his movements jerky and swift through the water. She though about the little fish, darting like gems through crystal water – would the eel eat them before the tide returned to reclaim its treasures? Did the eel care?<br><br> The brute – he had stopped, a relative pause in his movements made her turn – he wasn’t running away. She did the only thing she could think of – she adjusted her gait. The gentle jingle of her chain whispered across the beach, faint and intriguing to ears that had never heard its song. She wondered if the fait sound would be caught by the male, and wondered if it mattered. A big silver wolfess coming right at you – the jingle of a chain about her neck, golden eyes narrowed (against the sun, but who could know that from his distance?), head level with her shoulders – attacking position to many, but a part of her stride, the simplest of things mad ea difference.<br><br> Certainly she wasn’t that intimidating! She almost laughed – she made herself up to be whatever she wanted, exaggerating her most every thought. She probably just looked like any normal wolf – perhaps a little big, maybe mistaken for a male for just a moment, but her face was decidedly female – once they got a load of that, their worries should disappeared. After all, her face was a rather open face – when it wasn’t scrunched up, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed in suspicion. Not exactly overly friendly, but not unapproachable either.<br><br> She had to face it sometimes – Stormbringer wasn’t as special as sh ehtought. She was rather ordinary – not incredibly beautiful, her coat one, solid, unremarkable color, her eyes the norm. Her size, perhaps, was a little unusual, but she wasn’t exaggeratedly large – just poking abnormal… Her personality wasn’t that different either, plenty of others were slow to trust and had her quick wit and sharp tongue.<br><br> But sometimes she just liked thinking she was special.<br><br> -- [[It’s a bit of a ramble – 1,227 words, but not bad. I have a thing when I write about emphasizing the things that make the character who they are – but a lot of other characters seem to have these traits, and, well, Storm’s not as special as she thinks she is. She’s in a good mood today – don’t ruin it unless you feel like messing with her head… Which Lord knows is already messed up enough already, half empty in the memory department and such.]] </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Kozone | Jul 21 2008, 02:24 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:1px solid #444d53; padding-top:350px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaakozonetable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#d1d1d1 style="font-family:Tw Cen MT; font-size:11px; line-height:12px;"> OOC -- Hmm, my muse is strangely high, but I think a few paragraphs are mostly rambles, lol <br> Word Count -- With lyrics: 2,020 <Br> Without lyrics: 1,660<br><br> "I just want to get away from this annoying place and spread my wings. <br> How many times have I scolded myself, saying "I'm not a child anymore!"? <br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, overflows with unfulfilled desires. <br> Rather than wandering down shortcuts and detours, <br> I'll just keep moving forward until I reach the promised place."<br><br> The mother and daughter moons, Annatia and Ninaria, glowed brightly in the blue sky that stretched forever above the world. That endless canvas was painted with the lush colors of a setting sun. Bright pinks and orange twisted their fingers up into the dark navy of the upper world. Annatia hovered just above Ninaria, glowing so much brighter than the smaller moon in her darker background. The black female knew how that felt. She knew how the smaller moon would feel if it actually could. The smaller rock was outshined by the bigger. She probably felt weak and helpless; worthless. A creature overlook and sneered upon because she wasn't good enough for everyone else. Just because she didn't use her power to her advantage to become rich and famous meant to others that she should be shunned. Just because she'd never snuck around in the dead of night to assassinate someone didn't mean that she was worthless. Yet, most wolves just saw her as a tool. No, scratch that. Not her, her power. No one cared about the heart-broken female, all they wanted was the power that lived inside her. Shapeshifting was such a curse. She'd never, ever enjoyed having it. The wolf could understand why others thought it amazing. She could understand why other wolves wanted the power so they could shift into whatever they want and be free and happy. Kozone knew better. Shapeshifting was a cage with bars that would not bend no matter how many times she thrashed against them. Shapeshifting trapped her, and made others look at her in a way that she did not want to be seen. She was not a tool. She was a living, breathing creature with emotions and feelings. How could no one understand that? <br><br> "Our wings are real, and truly, truly beautiful, <br> so we won't lose, no matter how fiercely the wind may blow. <br> We'll just keep flying straight ahead, far, far into the distance. <br> Look, we've become the wind, and now we can smile, <br> even about those days when we held back so many tears." <br><Br> "Sounds like me." Startled by the deep voice, the female turned her head around to look. Tainted purple and silver eyes took in the sight of the grey and green male. Not long ago, Kozone's first reaction would have been to growl and ask what had possessed him to approach her. Yet his voice rang loudly in her ears. She could hear the pain that lurked within its depths. She could feel the rejection; the despair. She knew those feelings as well as she did the back of her paw. She could still feel them thumping inside her chest like a wound that would not heal. The pain, like a thousand sharp fangs, griped at her chest and throat; suffocating her. Was he drowning too? For some reason the pain wasn't as bad as usual. The female felt rather strange and light, as if her soul was floating right next to her, dulling the pain. It was weird, and she wondered what she'd done to deserve such a brief relief from the emotion that dragged her down. Violet orbs with splinters of broken silver trailed the male's gaze up at the moons. They lay ever changing in the sky. Her eyes took in their circular forms that glowed pale in the orange and navy light. Kozone wished that she could fly to them. She wanted to land on their lumpy exteriors and make her home there. She'd tried, but no matter how much energy she saved up the female could not fly hard enough. She could not fly fast enough. If hunger and exhaustion didn't get her, the lack of oxygen did. She'd gasp for breath until there was no breath to take. Then she'd plummet back to the land that had claimed her, and that had driven its claws into her spine with the intention of never letting go. <br><br> "In those days we'd do nothing but laugh and stare at the TV. <br> Now I'm an adult, sleeping on a train, with an exhausted face, trying to make a living. <br> I'm taking you to the town where I was born, because I want to show it to you. <br> There isn't really anything there, but we'll go to a hill with a spinning windmill." <br><br> A sudden swishing of sand alerted her to the fact that the male was running. Why'd he taken off so suddenly? As purple eyes followed the male, she caught sight of someone else making their way down the pale sands of the beach. A grey female. So be it. Kozone moving smoothly into a crouch and rotated around to watch the male leave. Oddly enough, he'd slowed down. Where was he going? What had Kozone done now? The dark-coated female's throat squeezed shut, and she closed her eyes for a minute in hopes that the stingy sensation would go away. What had she done? She'd done so many things; most of which she wasn't proud of. She'd been so young, and so horribly stupid. So ignorant! And there was no way to go back. No way to fix things. It was all her fault. All of it. Her throat expanded as she rose into a standing position. Purple and silver orbs opened and scanned over all the tracks in the sand, from both crab and wolf. Slowly, inch by inch, she raised her head to watch him walk away. <font color=#4b0068><b>"Where are you going?"</b></font> She asked, her voice rasped slightly with all the held back emotions that she hated to show. She was not invincible. She was not special. She wasn't a mindless drone without emotions who could wander without a care in the world. She didn't like to show it, but she was just as weak and pathetic as the rest of them. <br><br> "Sometimes we don't achieve our goals. <br> Our hopes and dreams become in vain, and we get knocked down."<br> "Our wings were fake, and truly, truly dirty scraps of paper, <br> easily torn by the slightest bit of wind."<br><br> Sad and worn down, Kozone turned and faced the ocean again. With slow movements she sat in the exact same spot she'd been sitting in before. The wind brushed across her fur like tentative hands. She was drowning. She knew it. Eventually the pressure of living would cause her to crack. She would go insane. She would not grow old and find a quiet, decent way to live. Her years of being young were almost over, and soon she'd be old and dying. Of course, that was years away, but did that matter? She was already dead inside. Surely if she was cut open you'd find a bunch of black and dead organs, and blood of poisonous bile that stank like a rotten corpse. The weight she carried on her shoulders should have broken all her bones. She couldn't be little more than a zombie could she? The female found herself as nothing more than a useless waste of air. There was nothing left for her to screw up. Yet, what had that feeling been? Had she seriously just smiled? Where was that contempt feeling? How could she have lost it so soon?!?! The wolf almost choked. She wanted it back. She hated the pressure, the sense that she was being sucked deep into the ocean without air. Where was the feeling of being alive? She needed to find it, if it was the last thing she ever did. The dark-furred beast didn't want to live a life of despair. She didn't want to suffer for the rest of her life, even though she deserved too. She wanted to live. She wanted to find a contempt sensation that she could live with. She wanted to breathe.<br><br> "We fell down, over and over again, <br> yet we didn't give up, <Br> because we couldn't afford to throw in the towel and run away. <br> Our wings are real, and truly, truly beautiful, <br> so we won't lose no matter how fiercely the wind may blow. <br> We'll just keep flying straight ahead, far, far into the distance." <Br><br> Look, we've become the wind, and now we can smile, <br> even about those days when we held back so many tears. <br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, will overflow with unfulfilled desires, <br> until the world's end..." <br><Br> Kozone looked back up at the shinning moons. The sun was setting rapidly, and it bathed the sky and the land in striking violets, pinks, and oranges. Unlike Kozone, the world was beautiful. The world deserved to live on. Especially Adversity. The place had been through so much. So many wars, and so much death. Adversity could easily be called Hell's Paradise. It was so beautiful, and so full of life. It was a land of forgiveness, and a place of hope. Yet, such a hope caused so much hell. So much evil. Such a beautiful place caused wars, death, and destruction on a regular basis. What other place deserved a second chance? Adversity needed to become a land of hope for eternity. It needed to be a safe place for creatures to gather in peace, without war and evil. It had been four long years since the last war, which had ended as abruptly as it had started, only with a lot less alive afterward. Everyone who knew the story knew what had happened to Kiranui, but what about the other wolf? What about that trouble-maker who'd caused the damn war in the first place? How could he get away unpunished? The female's ear twitched, and the earring rattled softly which put a very disturbing thought in the shifter's head. Would war come once again to Adversity. If it did, what would she do about it? The creature's eyes closed. She didn't want to think about it. She did not want to have to make such a decision. It didn't matter if it had been her father's dream to make Adversity a place a peace; that didn't mean that she had to follow in his footsteps did it? Without thinking, Kozone began to sing softly. She'd heard the song many times when she'd been little, and somehow it'd gotten stuck in her head. Did that matter though? She just wanted a distraction from her painful thoughts, and what better way to do that then to sing? <br><br> <font color=#4b0068><b>"I just want to get away from this annoying place and spread my wings. <br> How many times have I scolded myself, saying "I'm not a child anymore!"? <br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, overflows with unfulfilled desires. <br> Rather than wandering down shortcuts and detours, <br> I'll just keep moving forward until I reach the promised place."</b></font> <Br><Br> Jeez, when was the last time she'd actually sung? Her velvet voice lifted and rose with the music that played delicately in her head. Slowly her voice gained strength until she was not the only creature to be able to hear it. Tiny which crabs clicked their claws in the background, annoyed that she was breaking the sunset's serene silence. 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| Zafar | Jul 21 2008, 02:41 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: Once again, I forgot to switch accounts..... Zaroc had completely halted when the femme asked him where he was going. Inside, he couldn't help but feel a spark of light. He felt the realization that maybe there were others like him; rejected, used and alone. He stoppped and for a moment, he stared at the tree line. He took in a calming breath and supressed his anger as best he could before turning around. He didn't go rushing back, but he certainly did make his way down to the bluish water once more. As silently and swiftly as he could move, he avoided the crabs. His gaze stayed pointing downward, watching the simplist of creatures go past his paws. He had noticed the grey femmora at the top of the dune who was probably heading down the slope by now, but paid no attention to her. Instead, he was pulling up to the side of the female whom he had spoken to, in a way that was. As he neared her once more, he found the imprint in the sand where he too had previously sat and promptly placed himself once more. The water suddenly felt colder to the touch. His rubix cube of a mind shifted and turned and for once, he thought that maybe something made sense. For the moment, he simply sat there, feeling the waves and their gentle push and pulling motions. The painted sky above offered him no support since he wasn't the 'ooh it's pretty, let's stare at it' kind of type. That was, for the most part, the kind of people he hated since that's all he had ever known. 'Stop and stare at Zaroc, the monster with the markings. He's going to fulfill the prophecy.' He sat in the quiet for what was only minutes that felt like an eternity. The silence was something he was used to, at least since he ran away from home as a young adult. He was often out traveling in the darkness by himself, alone in the world as he was. Now though, now he didn't feel quite so alone. He actually felt a kind of emotion he had never experienced before; excitement. It burned in the pit of his stomach, making him want to jump around just at the simple thought of not being ignored or cast away for what could have been the millionth time in his short life. But, he found the strength in himself to restrain the happiness he had felt for the first time and sit still. All was quiet until the ebony female's voice filled the air. Auds flew up to stand in their triangular pose upon his skull. For all intents purposes, he strained them to hear every word of her song. He found himself catching the beat and humming along quietly. His banner brushed the sand gently as he wrapped himself in its greens and ivory color. His grey paws dug into the sand beneath the shallow water. Hid green eyes looked upward as he sought out the two moons he had earlier snarled at. He sought forgiveness from their long gazes as he looked up at their beauty. When he brought his gaze back down, he looked sheepishly at the violet marked female. He could have sworn that she caught his glance as she looked about maybe a bit embarrassed after finishing her tune. He smiled just slightly before it vanished. He had never let anyone see him smile, not even his parents. He had only done it rarely anyhow, usually when laughing at someone else's misfortunes. He looked out over the vast blues and whites of the waves that swirled on the ocean's surface and looked at the sun that plagued him with heat for those many days. It seemed so bright, even in its last fading rays of the day. He felt like choking back tears and in a way, he was sharing in that same drowning feeling that Kozone was experiencing. He had been attacked so many times by words that he just wanted to be free of it all. To fly to the moons seemed like the brilliant idea, but even Zaroc knew that it was impossible for the wolves. Even those who could shapeshift. For now, he called upon a small amount of mist and dropped it upon himself, allowing the beaded water that formed from it to lace his vibrant pelt. It felt rather soothing and cold against his warm fur. He felt awkward sitting in the silence, and so, he dared to take the risk of speaking. Taking in a deep breath and inhaling slowly, he parted his lips. His gruff, pained and despaired voice filled the air in a mere whisper once more as he said, "Don't we all. The song makes perfect sense." OOC: So, not as long as I would like, but my brain is kinda mush right now. |
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| Stormbringer | Jul 27 2008, 08:48 PM Post #6 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:500px; border:0px solid #978edd; padding-top:390px; background-color:#001622; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Tables/aaastormbringertable.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#808b90 style="font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; line-height:10px;"> As she watched, the grey and green male’s face seemed to light up a bit – not to a smile, but to something closer to happiness. She made out a distinct marking on his side, a staring eye. She shrugged it off – they all had something that set them apart. She looked to the plains, the magnificent desolation spreading away for miles. She thought she could see the mountains in the distance, but the darkness was rising and it’s cold fingers were beginning to grip the land – she couldn’t tell. Up in the north somewhere lay the cozy dens of Gnascor. It would be nice to get there soon – but she was trotting toward two other wolves, and randomly dashing off would just make her seem strange. Her paws were cushioned by the sand, her walk was quiet. It was nice here. She whipped up a slight breeze that wove itself around her in circles, cooling her. But then she amd eup her mind, and let the breeze go, and cooled the air around her. Faint strains of a long forgotten melody reached her ears, and she paused, a few feet away, to listen to the dark femme’s song, as it gently rose towards the sunset. Maybe the sun hadn’t been as high as she’d though, simply the rays caught within the hollows of the sand. The sky was painted, watercolors running across it’s canvas as the moons shone. She looked up at them, their brilliance never dulled by anything but the clouds that floated like wisps through the sky, blocked only by those that sailed like great ships across the navy expanse. Someday those great vessels would be hers to control, but for today she would have to be content with making the wind blow.<br><br> The male had come back, at least. She was fairly certain it was from the female’s words and not her actions, but he was there, and once again he spoke. Great. Why had she come over here again? Because over on the dunes she’d been light and happy. Over there she’d been having a good day. On top of the world. Yeah right – three feet over a beach. That was more like it. False hope. She wanted to spit, a habit she’d once picked up but rarely indulged in now. She didn’t, though – not wanting to mar the perfect beach scene.<br><br> She paused another moment, just to look at the wolves. Black and violet female, grey and green male – sitting side by side, looking over the water at a sunset. In those simple terms, it would have sounded like love – but it wasn’t. No, no. They didn’t know one another, it was easy to tell by the distance they kept between their bodies. But she allowed herself to entertain the humorous thought a moment longer before stepped forward to sit on the other side of the ale, her face solemn as she stared over the sparkling sea.<br><br> She would have sang softly right there, a song that meant something to her from her past – but she couldn’t remember one, so she didn’t. She had a rather nice singing voice – which was strange since her normal voice was a little rough. It had once been nicer, she was sure, there were still the underlying tones of something pretty down there. But her voice was low, usually a murmur, it caught in her throat and came up like fine grained sandpaper. Not unpleasant, but it wasn’t pretty, either. Somewhere below lurked the coolness of a stream over smooth stones, gentle, lilting, medium and not quite as low as her voice stayed now. It was in that voice that she spoke, her voice quiet as the tide retreated, not quite lost in the quiet music of the ocean.<br><br> “I hope I’m not interrupting a party.” She said. At this point most wolves would crack a grin, but for now her maw stayed as one charcoal line across her silver muzzle – there was no humor in the voice. Good natured hope, of course, that she wasn’t interrupting something that she shouldn’t be, but she wasn’t making a joke – she was just phrasing it like she always did. She turned her head to the side looking down the tiny line of wolves, surveying faces burdened by their pasts. Her burden was the same and polar opposites. Why was there tragedy in life? Why was there loss? But there was. They all had to deal with it, but they all dwelled on it. Herself included. It was so hard not to, they knew they shouldn’t, but they didn’t anyway because it was their nature. Anyone’s nature. If something is bad, we try to figure out how we could change it, or try to find out how to reverse time, change our very selves to give ourselves happiness. But if wasn’t one thing, it was another. They were all hurting inside. Sometimes it was hidden behind a mask, sometimes they were barely aware of it – but there would always be some degree of obsession over tragedy. <br><Br> --<br><Br> [[Okay, now she fits in.]] </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Kozone | Jul 29 2008, 07:50 PM Post #7 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:450px; border:0px solid #000000; padding-top:270px; background-color:#343134; background-image:url(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2714788537_8968def7c8_o.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#bbbbbb style="font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; line-height:10px;"> OOC -- Whimmy made me this beautiful animated table, so I had to use it ^^ <br> Word Count -- With quotes: 1,330 Without: 1,133 <br><Br> "I just want to get away from this annoying place and spread my wings. <br> How many times have I scolded myself, saying "I'm not a child anymore!"? <br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, overflows with unfulfilled desires. <br> Rather than wandering down shortcuts and detours, <br> I'll just keep moving forward until I reach the promised place." <br><Br> Adversity was annoying. Wouldn't it ever break the pattern of war and death, then false hope and peace? Wouldn't the land ever realize that there was no way its creatures could survive in a place that turned against them every few years. The whole planet was a deadly and hateful place. If only the ice would melt! That would solve all the problems. The wolves would see that there were other places to live than the cursed Adversity, and they'd move on to make their own family’s and lives in other places where war was avoidable. Of course, the female would always be stuck in Adversity. The land had claimed her soul and spirit, and it didn't plan on letting go. Its fingers held on tightly like a child to its dearest toy, and it didn't plan on letting go. The shapeshifter was forever trapped within the mountain's boundless walls, and the oceans endless waves. She could try to escape as much as she wanted, but it'd only leave her tired and broken in the end. It was over for her. The creature knew that she should just stop resisting. What was the point of fighting a battle that she couldn't win? What drove her on when there was nothing less? Her spirit flared inside her like an angry flame. It told her to fight for what she wanted. It told her to reach for her unreachable dreams and desires. It told her to strain to her very limit; to never ever give up. If she gave up, then she'd truly be worthless wouldn't she? At least she had something to do if she was fighting. "Don't we all. The song makes perfect sense." The male had returned then? The shifter hadn't even noticed, but it was nice to know. Instead of replying, she continued on to the next verse of the song. If he wanted to hear it, she'd let her voice free for a while. <br><Br> <font color=#9448d7><b>"Our wings are real, and truly, truly beautiful, <br> so we won't lose, no matter how fiercely the wind may blow. <br> We'll just keep flying straight ahead, far, far into the distance. <br> Look, we've become the wind, and now we can smile, <br> even about those days when we held back so many tears."</b></font> <br><br> Yet, did the song make perfect sense? Was there really a "promised place?" It was true that she wanted to escape from Adversity. She wanted it more than anything. She wanted to run to a place where she didn't recognize every blade of grass and be reminded of something horrible. She wanted to find a land, frozen or not, that would accept her for who she was, not what she could be. Yes, the stars sparkled as they waved goodbye to the self of yesterday, but how had she changed from the day before that was worth waving goodbye too? Wasn't it always the same thing being waved at? Or was it ever changing? Detours? Oh, there had been so many... They were as unavoidable as death. Always they lurked around the corner to get you to stray from your path and teach you the hard lessons of life. Yet, through all the pain, the mind could grow wings and be free of it all if only you released its chains. Yet, releasing those chains would be like letting go of yourself, and wasn't that nearly impossible to do? The female thought about it. It'd be nice if she could find away to break the bars of her cage. It's be wonderful if she could create herself anew and start a new life with a new purpose. A true purpose. One that she could live with and suffer through with others who sympathized with her. Thoughts strayed briefly to the Invaria wolf she'd met. Could they understand each other some day? <br><br> <font color=#9448d7><b>"Sometimes we don't achieve our goals. <br> Our hopes and dreams become in vain, and we get knocked down. <br> "Our wings were fake, and truly, truly dirty scraps of paper, <br> easily torn by the slightest bit of wind."</b></font> <br><Br> Ahh, her favorite part of the whole song. No matter how hard you try and grow wings and become free, your wings always turn out to be nothing more than dirty scraps of paper. False hope. Those fake wings would lead you astray; they would help you to hope again only to knock you down and laugh as you spit out the dirt and struggle to figure out what went wrong. It was all pointless wasn't it? “I hope I’m not interrupting a party.” A party? What type of party involved two wolves sulking on the ocean shore with one of them singing every now and then and the other one saying strange things that referred to the song as something more real than just a song? The female snorted. <font color=#9448d7><b>"Yea, this is some party you have crashed."</b></font> Shaking her head, she decided to stop being a smart-alik and say something useful. <font color=#9448d7><b>"I am called Kozone."</b></font> She shrugged. Usually the shapeshifter had been hesitant to give out her name to strangers out of the suspicion that they'd remember it and try to use her later on. Yet, on that beach, she just couldn't bring up the emotions to care. Who cared if they tried to use her power to their advantage? She wouldn't let them, for Kozone had her own mind and could make her own decisions. So if she wouldn't let them, did it matter that they knew her? Of course, that still didn't get over the wall that she'd been taught that names were special things. Giving one away was like giving away a piece of yourself. If that was true though, wouldn't she be a million little pieces already? So what did a couple more pieces mean? <br><br> "We fell down, over and over again, <br> yet we didn't give up, <br> because we couldn't afford to throw in the towel and run away. <Br> Our wings are real, and truly, truly beautiful, <br> so we won't lose no matter how fiercely the wind may blow. <br> We'll just keep flying straight ahead, far, far into the distance."<br><br> Kozone let the song continue playing in her head instead of singing it out loud. She was probably being annoying, and no one really cared about a stupid song anyway. It was just words. Useless, empty words. The voice whose words had ever meant anything to her had long died away, so their was no way that a stupid, lie of a song, should mean anything to her or anybody else. Singing was just childish right? She was just trying to avoid thinking about things that would depress her when they were really the things she needed to be thinking about. If war did break out in Adversity again, would she run away? Would she fight? Would she become a leader in the resistance, or hide in the dark and watch from a distance as the world once again fell apart before her tainted eyes? What would she do? <br><br> "Look, we've become the wind, and now we can smile, <br> even about those days when we held back so many tears. <br> If you look up at the stars, from yesterday, they're waving goodbye to our old selves. <br> The night sky, sparkling like a jewel, will overflow with unfulfilled desires, <br> until the world's end..." </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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| Larka | Aug 20 2008, 05:36 PM Post #8 |
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Chill out, What you yellin' for? Lay back, it's all been done before And if you could only let it be You will see If only history never repeated itself. Have you ever noticed how society never learns from its mistakes? Sure, they say that they do, but do they have any proof of that? No, not really. If you think war after war is considered learning that peace is suppossedly attainable by needless blood shed of innoccent animals, well, then you're in need of a lesson. Peace, by definition means the absence of war or other hostilities;An agreement or a treaty to end hostilities; Freedom from quarrels and disagreement; harmonious relations. Does that sound like war? If not, how come Adversity was such a war zone? Because of power hungry mutts who were simply put, total bastards. Reeking havoc was left up to those mongrols who thought of themselves as better than everyone else and trying to conquer all that they believed weak. Of course, at first, this may describe Zaroc. Not that he was power hungry, but he was crazy enough to be concieted at times and rude in the least. He rarely ever thought of others besides himself, and generally, when he did think of others, they were painful memories of those who would contemn him. Now, as he sat on the beach though, something was different. I like you the way you are When we're, driving in my car And you're talking to me One on one But you become How, is him sitting on the beach, staring out into the deep blue abyss of the ocean's expanse, you might ask, different? Well, the staring was no different than the countless nights that he spent wondering in hatred and misery about his past and why he was tormented so, all though, his nature on this night was different. As was his company. Two females, one on either side of him. A passer by may think that he's lucky, but to Zaroc, they were nothing. He knew them not. Only now did he learn the black and violet fae's name. Kozone. What a lovely name compared to Zaroc's. His name meant cursed one. And cursed he was. Cursed with a perplexing problem of pain and past combined with a lost understanding that he doubted he'd ever find. If it was understanding himself that was out of reach, then it would have to be everyone else learning to understand him that would never be accomplished. The second was a more likely possibility, though, as luck would have it, he really didn't understand himself much either. Why did he act like he did? Why was he such a monster? Somebody else 'Round everyone else Watchin' your back Like you can't relax You're tryin' to be cool You look like a fool To me Tell me Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall and you crawl And you break and you take What you get and you turn it into Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it No, No, No You come over unannounced Dressed up like you're something else Where you are and Where you sat, you see You're making me Laugh out When you strike a pose Take off all your preppy clothes You know You're not fooling anyone When you become Like anyone could answer those questions for him....right. In his dreams. At least, there, he could think of happiness, only to have it all burst in his face when he awoke to hollow days of gloom and nothingness, complimented by aimless wandering and random outbursts of insanely immature and senile things coming from his mouth, speaking to no one or nothing in particular as generally his days went. But, tonight was different. He was sitting beneath the two moons of Adversity with two faes, staring out upon the ocean with nothing but an absent thought shifting about in his mind and the rubix cube still for a moment as its solver thought over solutions before attempting to try them on the real thing. Yes, it seemed as if all time had ceased to exsist and that he was locked in the moment with the two females, listening to Kozone's songs of strange, foreign, and yet oh so familiar words and basking in the chance to be understood by anyone who may even give him half the chance. Of course, the moment was broken with the grey female's words, in which, made Zaroc tilt his head in her direction with a curious, small, lopsided grin on his maw. A party she said? Now what would give her that idea? Well, whatever the idea, he hoped no one else came. It seemed nice, just the three of them together in the shallow water with the soothing lapping at their paws and the sound of waves rising and crashing upone to beach. Somebody else 'Round everyone else Watchin' your back Like you can't relax Tryin' to be cool You look like a fool To me It was worth a try to see what these wolves were truly like. Maybe they would be less hostile than the pair he'd met at the river. He couldn't help it if he had a temper, and you'd think the female would have been more appreciative of his saving her life. After the disgust she showed, he could have let her drown than waste his time and energy on her sorry carcas. And where was she now? To Fenris' heaven did he know, nor did he want to know. He hoped she did drown. It would be one less wolf who viewed him as nothing more than a lunatic wolf in the world. For now, he stuck with hearing the female, Kozone, sing the rest of her song. It was somewhat haunting, and yet, Zaroc was entranced in its flowing melody. And, the idea of Stormie, who's name he'd know later, talking about this "party" made Zaroc give a weak smile. "I'd say it's more like a stare fest." He spoke quietly, but loud enough for the two female's to hear. His voice wasn't exactly something he was proud of, and generally, it was used to yell or mummble about things as his crazed mind went about its usual business. Tell me Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall and you crawl And you break and you take What you get and you turn it into Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it No, no, no... |
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| Euphoria | Aug 30 2008, 03:39 AM Post #9 |
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| Kozone | Oct 12 2008, 05:49 PM Post #10 |
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[dohtml]<center><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="15" style="width:400px; border:0px solid #c0c1c3; padding-top:470px; background-color:#101017; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j49/Tigerkats/Adversity/zz-zz-new-koz-table2.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat;"><tr><td><div align="justify"> <font color=#c0c1c3 style="font-family:Maiandra GD; font-size:10px; line-height:10px;"> <font color=#7a7d6e><b>OOC -- </b></font>Sorry for the wait! <br> <font color=#7a7d6e><b>Word Count --</b></font> 736 <br><br> Stars began to twinkle in the darkest parts of the sky. Distant suns winking in and out of sight, glowing until they burst into a million fragments of death, engulfing the surrounding planets. Wasn't Adversity's sun old enough? When would it die and take the life around it with? Certainly the concept was completely possible. However, with the ice age still thoroughly encaging the planet, Kozone doubted that the sun was about to explode, and even if it did, were they so far away that the flames wouldn't reach? How ironic that would be. The planet floats away from the sun to avoid the blazing heat, but ends up killing nearly everyone with ice instead. Life just worked that way. Ahh, in the end, it was all just a lie wasn't it? Nothing had a purpose really, one creature couldn't affect anything worthwhile. No. That was a lie. A complete and utter lie. There had been a wolf who could have changed the world. He alone could have shaped it with his warm paws and gentle thoughts, molding it into a place that everyone loved. He alone could have effected Adversity in such a way to make it a wonderful place to live, ice age or not. Yet, he'd been brutally stuck down before his time. His great, flaming light had been put out before it was allowed to glow its brightest. Without his light, Adversity had most certainly plunged into darkness. <br><br> "I'd say it's more like a stare fest." Yes, definitely a stare fest, but luckily not at each other, but at the sky. Funny thing, how the endless sky could bring even the strangest of creatures closer together. Even if it was only for a moment in time. “I’m Stormbringer, by the way.” Stormbringer... interesting name. The shapeshifter tilted her head higher up to the sky, angling her eyes toward the smallest moon, staring at it intently while she arranged her thoughts. It was the male's turn to give out his name, whatever it was. Of course, he didn't have too, Kozone usually kept her name to herself, but she'd certainly enjoy hearing it. A deep purple eye filled with shards of silver rotated down to look at them. What were their histories? Where had they come from? What powers did they have? The dark-coated creature was full of questions that she would not ask. She would never ask someone else a question that she herself wouldn't answer. She watched them some more, wondering what to say. It was her turn to speak, but words would not come. What could she possibly say that wouldn't bring up too many questions whose answers she did not want to give? As long as the conversation wasn't about herself. As long as it was about anything but herself, she'd be fine. She needed a subject. Something they could all relate to and talk about without excessive awkwardness. Her left eye still looking up at the moons, she got an idea. <br><br> <font color=#7a7d6e><b>"Do you know why Adversity has two moons?"</b></font> It was an odd question for sure, and seemingly random, but Kozone had a very good reason for asking it. In a backward sort of way, she'd been learning more about them. If they didn't know, then she could assume that they came from somewhere else, or had not known anyone who knew the story or the Book of Souls. Luckily for Kozone herself, her father had made well sure that she'd read the book, and had also made sure that she'd memorized most of it. For, while a book could be burned or easily destroyed by other means, a memory is there until the creature who possesses it dies. Yet, the memory doesn't have to die with them, for they can always share that memory with another, and start a continuing chain. It was almost magical, how it worked. In that moment, the shapeshifter felt very grateful to a dead wolf. To a great dead wolf. To the wolf who'd help put her on the right path without even being there to show her the way for very long. If he hadn't been there, she'd probably have turned out awful. A cold-blooded killer with no respect for life. Somehow the twisted world had made life the most precious thing to her, taking it sickened her. It was odd how things worked out in the end. </div></tr></td></table></center><br /><br /></center>[/dohtml] |
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