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Chapter 1 - Life of a Warrior
I was mentored by my father himself. A great deputy of the general in the defense force, Deputy Kevres, and when I was done with my training, and my blade had it's full color, I was put into my brother's, Captain Sevor's troop.
We are all winged foxes living on an island floating over the clouds in the sky. No one can really explain how it floats, it just does. And about 37000 feat down is earth.
We know the place well, we have some of our hunting-grounds down there. We hunt moose and deer and sometimes even different types of birds.
The reason we don't live on what already is on our island is because some of the prey considers protected for it's wisdom and the moose are bigger down there than the peagonmoose are up here. Their skin is also very hard to break through so we often leave them be.
This island consists of one large and one smaller half and it takes about three days to fly from the west side of the large island, called the West-Half, to the east side of the small islan
Chapter 3 - How to catch Huise
My new friend Cross and I seemed to have a lot in common. We could joke about things that we could both laugh at and we had a great time together.
He was a pretty happy dog and this type of person who'd make everyone around them happy too. I was happy to get to know him and even happier that I might be ably to see him every day if he'd be let out on his back yard daily.
As we kept on walking through the damp forest he told me about his mother and siblings, how he were the strongest among them and how he got a new home. He also told me how he got to live with another dog who were a lot older than him and passed away a few months after he himself came into the family.
In return I told him about my mother and siblings and how I was the weakest among them, in a joking way of course in order to get something to laugh about. I told him about Huise, how he was so cold eyed and how I could never catch him when we'd play hunt.
"Dude!" Cross laughed "If you can't catch that cat you've got to cha
My different art styles - listSharp Shaded
One or more layers of sharp shadings
Anime/cartoon looking lineart
As many layers as neededOften anime/cartoon looking line-art but could as well be more realistic looking
Drawings that I made some sort of effort on to make them look more realistic. Could be the line-art or the shading.
Alone Again by Zaila-theCreator
Lineless drawingsCharacter is drawn on one single layerUsed mostly the marker tool in paint tool sai to create
Chapter 2 - Good Evening Auro
I woke up in some kind of basket with blankets and a pillow in the bottom of it. I remembered falling asleep by the TV the night before. They must have carried me there when they went to bed yesterday night. It wasn't like I wasn't used to it. My mother used to do that too.
I looked around me. The room was dark so I couldn't see much details but it had one bed where one of the humans slept. It was probably the younger one since the other ones that were older usually slept together. It was like that in the last family.
The door leading to his room was slightly open so I sneaked out. I came to a bigger room that wasn't really a room. More like a gathering area that led to other rooms including a way to the kitchen and another to the living room.
On my left side was a white table placed with the short-side to the wall with six white chairs and a window above it. The moon was shining bright. It should be some time after midnight but still far away from morning.
I realized how thirsty I was
Chapter 1 - New Home
I was born in a house with my five siblings. My mother was this kind of sweet mother who'd do anything to protect you and keep you safe but I never got to know who my father was.
Guess not many dogs do.
I was eight weeks old and the only thing I'd ever known was the house and the garden. I didn't even know there was an outside world and I can't say that I cared either. I was just happy to goof around with the insects I found outside and the rugs that was everywhere inside.
I was this kind of pup who was not interested in wrestling which my brothers and sisters at all but instead liked to explore and discover new things. I mean what's the point of eyes when you have them buried in battle all the time?
My siblings soon realized that I didn't want to play with them and left me alone. No one minded me, mum had too much trouble looking after my siblings that no one noticed me trying to climb up the stairs.
No one more than mum knew what was up there. That's what made me interested. Climbing
Everything was burning. His whole world was falling apart. The moon warriors had attacked them in bigger troops than they'd expected and tonight the great lightning would hit. There has been lightning showers earlier but never like this one. He looked out of the window in his castle and saw his defenses getting torn down.
"Father!" a voice called. He looked behind him to see his beautiful daughter. She looked worried.
"Everything is going to be okay my love." He said and knew he was lying.
"But it's not. It's the end of the world." Tenia said. He didn't answer and kept looking out of the window. He knew that his castle was the most secure building in the empire, but it wouldn't protect anyone from the great lightning.
His thoughts were disturbed by paw-steps. Paws belonging to three persons.
He could see General Inala, Deputy Mitch and Professor Roww.
"King Erew!" Inala said loudly. "Professor Roww has found a way to stop the lightning."
"Well, stop it then." Erew said. "We can't. You
The Angel Boy
Once up on a time there was a lonely girl.
This girl didn't have any friends and people seemed to hate her without reason.
She had done nothing wrong, in fact she was nice to every one she'd always try to help but everyone would just ignore her.
The girl would always go home from school with a broken heart, cry every night. Sometimes she'd even think of suicide.
Her parents didn't know about it, they thought that she was just fine, and even if they knew that she wasn't they wouldn't care.
One day when the lonely girl was on her way home from school, she heard someone crying for help.
She was the only one who walked through the forest to take the fastest way home, and there was never any people around there so why would it be now?
She kept on walking, thinking that it was only n her mind, but then she heard it again.
She ran off, to were she heard it and saw a boy in her age stuck in a tree.
The lonely, little girl climbed the tree to help the helpless, little boy.
As they were both dow
The word that brings people together.
The word that starts friendships and relationships.
The word that can turn any day a bit brighter.
The word that can bring a smile on anyone's face.
The word that makes you realize that you don't want them to leave.
Isn't it a bit strange?You've known him as long as you can remember, but he turned into a vegetarian so now you wont talk to him anymore.
She was your best friend but she changed to goth, so now you would just criticize her and send her these bitch looks.
Every other girl in the class liked her. She was every ones friend, but she started to put on makeup before all of the others so now you call her bitch.
He was the best soccer player in the class, and everyone wanted to be around him.
But he changed and started to dance instead. Everyone ignored him from the day they found out about it.
She was there for everyone and everyone turned to her if they needed someone to talk to.
But for every day she changed a little. Now her new nickname is "damn punker" and you bully her.
He was the kind one everyone saw as a friend, but he started to wear big glasses, so now you call him "fuckin' hipster".
Just because you changed no one likes you.
Isn't that a bit strange?
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
He had been so close... So close to almost make her breathless... Lifeless...
The thought got to her mind as she tried to rise herself from the stony ground inside the cave.
Blood was all around her on the surface she had been lying on.
He had almost killed her!
Resting her weight at her front-paws, she tried to stand up with her hind-legs.
Why would he do that?
She gasped as she fell down to the ground again, the hard and cold stone floor almost knocking the breath out of her chest.
He had said he would protect her, instead he had been knocking her to the walls of the cave, biting her, throwing her around.
He said that he loved her, but his way to show that seemed like it was to wound her badly...
But if she didn't have him she would have no one that's why she stayed.
He had been assaulted her in the start of the night, and left.
She had been falling asleep, too weak to stand up, to weak to howl for help to weak to do anything.
She knew that he doesn't love her and he knew that
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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