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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?
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
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
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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