i know i was close to finishin mine up aswell ;v;
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Good Luck to those who entered!
Softballpup12 wrote:Username: Softballpup12
Name: Firnen
Gender: Male
Writing piece [382 words!]:
The crystal flames flickered in the wind. The ashes stirred with Firnen's breath. Firnen breathed deeply and tried to relax. There was something terribly wrong. He could feel it in his bones. He shook his head. He must be being paranoid. Firnen stared into the burning flames. He stared as intently as possible until he felt as if the flames could swallow him. He looked deeper yet. He concentrated and felt the wind grow stronger. The flames started to swirl until they formed a massive image. He watched as they formed into a flaming battlefield. Firnen heard shrieks pierce the frigid air. Shouts were heard as he watched fiery horses gallop across the battle field with their galant fire knights upon their backs. Firnen gasped as he watched the two flaming armies combine. He knew that's what they were. He stared intently as they slashed and stabbed at one another. There was a single rider who stood out from the rest. He couldn't be touched. Men would try to cut him but their flaming swords bounced off of his burning skin, almost as if it were metal. He stared in awe a the soldier slashed and stabbed his way through the mob. He was a fearsome warrior of fire. This man was fire. He burned his way through the men as if he were truly on flame, well, he was! A deep, commanding voice spoke from above.
"That is Achilles. He was a brave man, but, he was killed by his own arrogance. You mustn't let it happen to you. The battle will be fought again, but, against much more dangerous foes. You will lead. You will be the new Achilles, Firnen. Just, don't let your pride get the best of you." The voice whispered in his ears. It felt like the wind was speaking directly to him. He felt a gust of wind blow through the gloomy glade. It pushed the fire away and where the vast battle field had once been, a small pile of ash lay, as if there were just a small sparkthat lit some leaves.. Firnen felt a gust of wind blow him over. The voice spoke again. "Remember Achilles, Firnen." It hissed and then was gone. Firnen looked around. He knew what this meant now. He was the new hero, and soon the battle of Troy would be fought again.
prince. wrote:Username: Prince.
Name: Fervor
Gender: Male
Writing piece [473 words exactly!]:
Flames licked around Fervor’s paws, crawled up his legs and across his underfur and sides, filling him with the smoke and power it held. His heart raced in his ears, filling his head with the desperate pounding of the hot blood racing around his body, the blood that kept him alive. He could feel the change, feel the newfound confidence he now held.
Fervor lifted his head, lifted his spirits. He felt it. The desire. The passion. The simple urge to do something, to create something new for himself. To live. He wanted to live, to become legendary. He was an entity in a boundless universe, one with endless corners and new lands waiting to be discovered. Oceans stood between him and his goals, the large, vast oceans of the unknown. Water could put his fire out, but he wouldn’t let it.
The Makoatl narrowed his eyes and flicked his tail back and forth, letting the warm feeling gently seep through him, into his veins and finally into his heart. Fire was an element that was unstoppable if used in the right way, and one could harness it’s power to give them confidence and an unshaking love, just like the flames that rose and rose, consuming all in their way.
All of the others claimed that fire was their enemy. That it destroyed and rose far above them, harmful and fierce. Fervor was perhaps the only one who realised that fire was what you made of it, and would always be. He lifted one paw up, tilting his head to the side as well. To everybody else, there were no flames to be seen. However, to Fervor, flames were everywhere. They were in a mother’s love, in a new-born’s first steps. They were present when two makoatls fought, and even more present when two fell in endless love.
Fire was what kept you warm. It was the happiness in your heart and in your head when you met the makoatl for you. It was the unshakable feeling of completion. That strangely satisfying feeling of perfection, of being safe and content with your life. Fervor wanted to feel like that someday, too. Then he would be able to say that he fully understood fire. Perhaps only then he would realise that fire wasn’t just a fierce force of nature, but it was tender and passionate and wrapped everybody up in its loving arms, nurturing the living and caring for the dead. It was the true ruler of life, the true mother nature.
Fire scorched and burned the hearts of many, causing them to flee from it’s bright, hot flames. Fervor had learned that it must be kindled and harnessed to help, and he knew that fire was not an enemy, but a friend. A friend that lights the way in the darkest of times.
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