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by honeydukes » Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:58 pm
NaviLilly wrote:

she (f) xxx her (f)
How fast a thousand years flew by. I had barely noticed little Her aging slowly until it was close to her Burning Day. I guess I should be glad Her can never die, and is my eternal partner as long as she wishes, but it's just so... Hard. After we were both experimented on as young teens six thousand years ago somewhere I can't remember, we had been stuck at the same age, and we always will be. Or, I will at least.
Poor Her, she was turned into something they called a monster. Her definately no longer looked like a human, that's for sure. But I love her every step of the way. Every time. I don't care what people think of my mutations, nor Hers. We just keep away from the prying eye, and we were safe.
Today, I curled around my aged Her, tears forming in my eyes. She comforted me softly. But it did nothing. Finally, I could see the tips of her withered feather smoking. Her pushed away, and I watched for the fifth time as my only friend was slowly engulfed in flames, leaving behind only a pile of ashes. It only took a few moments for a small child, no older then four or five, rise, wings spread in all their renewed glory. Her's hungry eye's took in the surroundings before looking at me with a curious look.
Her didn't know me, or any of our hundreds of adventures. None of our nights hiding from scientists and crazy myth chaser. None of those nights I told her I loved her. She never did. So now we start from scratch, once again. It was a vicious cycle, but it was the only way to be with Her. And I would do anything for that chance.
I got on one knee, crouching so my striped face was leveled with her feathered one. "Hello. My name is She." The child's eye's fluttered lightly as I took both her hands in mine. "And I believe we will be the best of friends, don't you think?" Her giggled before nodding in agreement.
Such a vicious cycle...
(Bleh. I just liked them together.)
So beautiful <3
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by Tesalong » Fri Nov 25, 2011 2:03 am
Ikaaaaaaaaa wrote:

[chapter one]
[chapter two]
am I hurting you? I'm trying to be gentle;
His name is Amour. He's been here for nine-hundred and forty six years. Alone. Can you imagine that? An endless space of time so bleak and lonesome that the human mind cannot comprehend it's severity. He has not seen sunlight all these years- and he will not. He says it would burn his eyes into blindness if he saw daylight.
Yes, 'he'.
I've been speaking to him.
When I awoke, the first thing I noticed was my warmth. I had regained full feeling in my arms and legs, the frosted numbness shaken right out of them. I felt fine; my ribs ached a little, but I was better. The damp floor beneath me no longer bothered my battered body as I opened my weary eyes, gazing around me at the dull cave walls. A flash of fleeting panic stabbed through me as memories flooded into my waking mind- spider, venom, trapped, hurt- They all lead to pretty much the same thing. I feared for my life. Then suddenly, the same deep voice startled me and I felt a jolt of nausea. "I thought you might prefer to rest away from me- you seemed somewhat..." The great spider paused, as if searching for the right word. "..disturbed, by my prescence. Your wounds have been tended to." And it was then, in that one sentence, that I knew I was not going to die here.
I couldn't bear the sight of you hurt, I had to do something.
"You may call me Amour- that is what I used to go by. I...I apologise if I have frightened you, that was not my intention. You see, of all the years I have been here, my eyes have not set upon one soul. When you fell in, I expected I was going mad- I had to see if you were real. And you are! You are real." The spider clicks his sabres, with a peculiar chiming sound emanating from his mandible. I realise with a jolt that it is laughter- he is joyful.
"All these years and not one person. Well, when I was a mere spiderling, children would run and throw stones at my face. They would laugh as I bled. But that is the extent of my contact."
Subconciously, my heart wrenches at this colossal being and his sorrow. Amour stretches one thick foreleg, then the other. He watches me. Clearly, it is my time to speak.
"That...that was wrong. They shouldn't have done that."
My voice is weak, and I stumble over my words. They sound so peculiar, after all the terror. But I mean them.
"And you haven't..you haven't sought revenge?" I venture warily, unsure as to whether I am being too bold. But Amour blinks solemly. "I would not hurt one of your kind- they are children, I simply could not." I seem to have adjusted to the rumbling tones of his voice, for now I am watching him intently, all trace of fear gone.
and now a friend at last. I am joyful-
Amour is gazing at me with such painful longing, that my eyes begin to burn with tears. Tentatively, I reach forward and place a trembling hand on the joint of his front leg. The hairs there are bristled to the touch, and his body is warm. He sighs softly.
"Tell me, friend- are you afraid of spiders?" He asks quietly.
I can't help but smile.
"Not anymore."
[[chapter three of my little series! I might write more if people like it <3
Cute C':
If you write more, I shall read more.
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by micah » Fri Nov 25, 2011 6:33 am


"And I'm sure you will never be a soldier worth putting on the line." he sighed and with great pain in his eyes, he ruffled his hair. "Now get away from my soldiers, get away from me... I can't have the death of a civilian on my record."
The other man, though, would not leave. He stood stock still and tears wafted on his face, yet one could not tell- the rain was pelting them both. He dropped his sword and stared at the blazing cannon aftershock that was going past them. It was a heinous scene, but he couldn't leave someone he held so--
He dashed and tackled his commanding officer, down into the muddy grass. "Get off of me!"
A swanky, large hunk of metal (which was
not debris) crashed next to them. The officer's face was white; his large yellow eyes were howling. "I will always fight, no matter what you say."
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