[waterstar.]

mark ;v;

[PopcornBush]

Mark Mark mark

[SleepWalked]

possible res

[redhorizon]

Calypso

Female
"I may be one small speck in the grand scheme of things, but I can make a big difference."

Art wip!

[castiiian]

mayb res??

[lonk]

mark !!

[Evils]

Mark!

[peppermintleo]

Red throws it off for me.. but I like the idea my mind is spinning, so I can deal <3

Mark

[catyclaws]

Name: Zeke Williams / Gender: Male / Sexuality: Asexual

Career: Photographer / Location: Small cabin in the woods

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Amazing art by my pal, Natalie <3

Likes: Birds, Photography, Nature, Tea, Books, Naps, Being alone, Quiet places, Rain, Music (prefers alternative rock or anything instrumental)

Dislikes: Parties, Cities, Newer technology, Coffee, Waiting on lines, Watching tv, Sports, Bees, Snow

Short Story:

Hundreds and hundreds of pictures were lying around Zeke’s work space. They were stacked on the desktop, scattered all over the floor, and Zeke wouldn’t even be surprised if there were some tangled in his long, black hair. Worst part about it was that he could only pick one to enter into the photography contest. He could use the prize to purchase a new camera, which he desperately needed. But, it seemed impossible to choose just one photo out of the thousands that he had taken prior. It was even harder since each picture was so different. There were ones of birds, rocks, flowers, rivers, skies, and much much more, and none of them seemed good enough. Zeke began to rummage through a small pile of the polaroids on the floor, until he heard a strange sound coming from outside his window.
“Shut up.” He hissed in frustration, continuing to tear apart the wall of photos that sat before him.
The sound then came a second time, but it seemed to be louder than before
“Shut up!” Zeke spat. He was already losing his patience, and the ruckus coming from the outside his window was not helping in the slightest.
Just then, the sound came a third time. Zeke growled and Immediately sprang to his paws. He stomped over towards his desk and grabbed his camera. His plan was to take a picture of whatever was making the sound, hoping the camera’s flash would be enough to startle it. Zeke knew it was a waste of film, but he didn’t care at this point. He just wanted the awful racket to stop. After securing the strap around his neck, Zeke marched to the window. He opened it and started to take the pictures right away, not even bothering to look at what had been in front of him. Zeke’s idea seemed to work, for the noise had ceased and there was nothing except the foliage beyond his window. Zeke then shook the small polaroid that had come out of the front of his camera. He gasped once he saw what had been making all of that commotion. Though the picture was blurry, it was still easy for him to tell that it was a barn owl! Dropping the photo, Zeke shut his window and raced out his front door. He began to swiftly weave through the trees, his camera thumping heavily against his chest with each stride he took. He was already out of breath. A barn owl, What luck! If he could snap a picture of the beautiful bird, he would have something to enter into the contest!
Zeke finally stopped once he reached an open field. His heart was pounding and his legs ached. His eyes wandered the wide open moor and the night sky that met its horizon. Zeke was just about to give up hope, until he spotted the majestic bird perched on a rock, just across the field. Grinning, Zeke began to stalk silently across the open grassland.
Once Zeke was close enough, he picked up the camera that was dangling from his neck and took the picture. Startled from the flash, the owl flew off into the starry night sky. When the polaroid dispensed out of the front of his camera, Zeke immediately snatched it and began to shake it vigorously. A small smile spread across his face once he saw that the picture had came out perfectly. Perhaps he had a chance of winning the contest after all.

[Mima]

don't panic, no, not yet-

he's been called many names over the years.

street rat, many-eyed, fallen angel, blood-in-the-water- he hasn't settled on an epithet yet. nothing sticks. a name would just tie him down, he tells himself- it's something people use when they plan to be known.

he's comfortable in the shadows.



3 am. darkened alleyways and the clouds that hid the moon and stars were his sole companions tonight. his paws knew the pavement all too well. graceful movements, slow, collected, and calm belied the bitter chill that still rest in the freshly spring air. ears and tail held low, moving as if hunting for something. something was the operative word in that sentence. he didn't know what he was searching for- yet. he'd know it when he saw it.

silence was a good indicator of the activity in the streets. the wailing of leftover winter wind was fresh in his ears as he wandered. it came to the point he was unsure if it was even there at all, or if he was just making it up to give himself something to listen to. but he had little time to think on it. an irregular rhythm, the sound of many things reached his senses. his pace quickened.

he was unsurprised as he rounded the corner of the alleyway, looking out on a group of larger, more intimidating kalons than he surrounding something. though not bothering to work out phrases, the words themselves they said were unkind. he slipped delicately through the crowd, to the very center. the biggest of the kalons there was wailing on a much smaller one, throwing insults and claws wildly. uncoordinated, almost childish.

stepping between them with practiced ease, he dodged a claw to the face. annoyed cacophony filled the crowd. the face of the largest kalon contorted into a grimace. another swipe, another easy sidestep. it continued, the crowd growing more and more displeased. by now the smallest one had inched away from the new confrontation, which was now consuming the attention of the crowd. his eyes snapped off of them and to his aggressor, as he easily batted the other kalon to the ground. out instantly.

he shoved the unconscious kalon towards his group of cohorts with a glare. with an awestruck, low chatter, they picked him up and slowly scattered into the night. they'd learn eventually- but until then, he still had a job to do.

the smaller kalon wobbled towards him. they were injured, but not badly- he nodded. they faltered, but after a moment, looked him in the eyes. scared but redoubled in their desire to speak, they stepped forward.

"i- thank you."

"it's no problem."

"how can i- what can i call you?"

"don't worry about it."

"but..."

"just hope you don't need my help again."

the small kalon nodded, limping off. but they still turned around and looked back at him, lingering on for several seconds before they, too, disappeared into the night.

he heaved a sigh. he didn't mean to be justice itself- he just wanted to be an extra pair of eyes.

i know i'm the one you want to forget.