
Lennie wrote:{beautiful stories everyone, and aqua I agree with the others, you truly have a talent for writing. <3}[ | | | ]
belle {f} ----------------------------------------------- {m} cole
you were jeweled
yet you were scarred
I took your hand
and you held me in your arms
I looked in your eyes
and I held your gaze
and I lost myself in the stars.
{simple thing, I don't think I'll write a story, just saw the two in a box, and thought it would be a good couple. :3}
Horrorzoo wrote:ANDROMEDA AND DEEPWATERS
I fell down to the stars, for I had no place to go. I was sick, twisted, broken. My body was a cage, my mind was a lock with no key. I groveled and writhed in my own misery; for I had fallen from the world.
Before, I was perfect. My city was shining diamond white and clean, full of young bright eyes and innocent faces. We were beautiful. We were envied by them all; they spoke of the Pure Lions of Klista with a jealousy green as grass and ivy in their voices. The citizens of my city were lovely, educated, intelligent, kind. I knew they were kind. I thought they were kind. I thought I knew, but I did not know, I merely believed that I knew when I did not know. I was ignorant.
I saw him first from miles away.
The space traveler. Mounted on the summit of the Spire, I was gazing at the stars through my china telescope. An ancient and fragile device, passed to me from my mother who recieved it from her mother who recieved it from her mother's mother and so on and so forth from mother to daughter. The telescope worked as beautifully as it did two hundred years ago when it was new.
The stars were spinning. Their celestial dance fascinated me, and I watched in awe as slowly they moved and shifted and changed and became something new. They were more beautiful than the city of Klista, but I would have been in trouble had I said it; since nothing is more beautiful than Klista. Klista was in fact created by the gods. Yet these stars were. I wanted to see them, to hold them in my paw and let them set fire to my world. I wanted to go to the sky.
And somehow, he did it. The space traveler. He was different looking. He was not a white lion like us of Klista. And so I could never speak with him. But every day, I watched him fly. I watched closely the planet Vox, and saw a starlit comet fly from that world. It would get closer and closer, and then I would see him for a little. Sometimes he would land in a port outside of Klista. He was not from the city, so he was not permitted to enter, but from watching his face, I saw he was fascinated by it. Klista was beautiful. The twisting towers and domes of the buildings pierced the veil of night and shone white against the galaxies.
For months, I watched the flight of the space traveler.
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I must escape, and I must go. How the ocean tortures me so. Where is the light and where is the dark? I want to be more than I am, to live, to love, to lie.
I had waited forever for the chance to get away. The water is really not the place for me, like it is for the others here. I am not inspired, nor amused by it. I have nothing to do and nowhere to go and nobody to be. So I must flee, I thought. And here was my chance. A visitor from Kliag, with a space ship. I could hide away and go back to Kliag, where I could see the city of Klista. How I wanted to go. How I needed to go.
I was found in the cargo. The ship did not belong to a Klistain lion, but a smuggler from Kynja. And that is how I got a job. The Kynjain lion was actually pleased to see me. He needed help with his work, and his work was, at that moment, smuggling silk. Silk from Klista and transporting it to Vyln and Vox's other richer cities. Silk cannot be grown anywhere on Vox, and so it is extremely expensive. The Kynjain smuggler was smuggling because he would make more money that way. Any legal transportation of anything is monitored extensively by the Government. The smuggler could charge as much as he wanted for the silk because the Government had no idea about it.
I was his new pilot. From Vox to Kliag, and Kliag to Vox. Two completely opposite carnivals of planets, and yet so close. Kliag and Vox were sisters in the Legends. Yet the two planets are only close in distance. The Kliagians and Voxans fight and fight and fight. Always.
When the smuggler and I landed on Kliag, we landed in a port outside Klista. I learned much about Klista that day. Klista was home of the haughty, the high and mighty, the vain. We could not look at them or talk to them because of their vanity. Vanity or insanity? I began to notice things about Klista. One rooftop in particular. A beautiful lioness with a china and glass telescope. Watching the stars. They are beautiful, the stars. I could see why she did. Beautiful things are watched. And so I began to watch her.
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Across the sea and sky, and far away upon the tide, I met you once, I know you still. I love you now, I always will.
My mother was not pleased with me. I, Andromeda, was too busy being educated. And so I needed to pursue more ladylike activities, since education is only for men. This did not make me happy. I was forced to spend my time sewing and dusting, and being lazy and waited on, and I never enjoyed it.
Once, at night, I disobeyed. It had been a week without star watching. I wanted to see the space traveler fly again. I needed to. Once more. Then I could stand the fluffy fake ladyness for a while longer. And so I reveled in the clean night air atop the Spire of my house again. The galaxy spread above me, like a map of all that existed, and the fireflies spun trails of starlight around me again. I saw the space traveler's ship, but a different lion was in it. The ship was headed toward Klista. Soon it would be detoured, because of our sad vanity. Vanity or insanity? And so I began to wonder. And I saw in my mind what was real, and I learned at that time how much I hated Klista, and how much I needed to get away.
The ship. Headed for Klista. We had no aircraft. We could not change it's direction. It was coming towards the Spire. My Spire. The Spire of my house. Faster, faster, faster. Stronger. Closer. Blazing a trail of fire through the atmosphere and flying and falling and burning and it was out of control but now it was too late and I could do only nothing to save myself and my house and my step family and real family and everyone inside the house and the ones beside it and maybe it would hurt the people inside the houses beside the houses beside my house. I was yelling, and it was all one long breath. And my new hatred for Klista escaped in a very long run on sentence that was never heard because of the collision noises.
I was flying. I was falling. I was burning. I was very soon going to die, but it did not matter because I was there. There in the stars. Cradled in the arms of the galaxy, black hole spinning here, neutron star shining there. It was painful, but it was not painful for I was peaceful. But then the pain caught up with the peace and it began to hurt. I was broken. My self was broken. I could not move any more. My mind became numb and dark and cold. Asphyxiation. And yet I was still pleased. I was about to die.
Yet before I let myself go, I had to know what that thing was. Something was coming. Silver. A silver blur. And I felt metal, followed by feather soft fur.
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Here and there and back again, I found you in the middle. We cannot be, because they cannot see, but it never mattered to me.
The lioness. I saw the smuggler. He had left from Vox on my day off. I was at the port outside Klista and I saw him coming. The atmosphere starts rather close to the city of Klista if you're coming from space, and the smuggler lost control in it. He flew, and he fell, and he burned. He crashed. I knew the place where he crashed. That spire. That girl. She was there, and I saw her swept off her feet and flung a hundred meters into the air, passed through the atmosphere somehow untouched. And was cradled by the sky.
Suddenly, I had stolen a space ship. I was taking off. It was nothing I knew I was doing, yet I was because I had to. Had to save this girl.
And now she was there. Losing it, maybe. Bed. On the ship. "Do you know her?" asked the ship's computer. I responded with the word "sometimes." Klistain lions are white, this I knew. She was Klistain. Yet now she was not white, but starlight. The universe had saved her for me, and in the middle of that touched her softly so she became it's own colours. Blue and blue and white. And I was blue and blue and blue. And now we matched. And now maybe we could be.
But what was I thinking? We could be? I did not know this girl. Yet I did. And I loved her, even though that will never be possible, and it never was. The ship's computer seemed to know how to fix her. She began to breathe again. I touched her arm. Smooth. Whole. Yet when she fell, she was rough and tortured and broken.
And she opened her eyes. And I looked in them.
Looking at this thread gave me the urge to write
Ikaaaaaaaaa wrote:
[andromeda] && [antifreeze]
"I expect you to have it in my tent my dawn."
Andromeda's words were demanding, yet she spoke them with an artful twist of tone- her voice was frosty and firm, but not patronizing. At the command, her maid ducked behind the deerskin tent flap and disappeared. Antifreeze paused for a moment, almost embarrassed at the fact she was observing the queen at a moment she thought she was alone. The woman faltered, her strong demanour dissolving, and sat heavily down on one of the parlour chairs. Her guardian; a deft and scaled lizard, darted from beneath the folds of her silken clothes. The reptile peered up at his mistress, and whispered in a voice so soft it was hard for the listener to hear- "Will you go ahead with the battle?" The queen nodded inperceptibly, reaching to run a slender finger down the length of the lizard's back. Antifreeze took a step backward from the tent opening, anxiety passing in waves through her. Her mind flashed to The Plan. Gain her trust, assasinate her. She's a threat- she needs to be silenced.
Her own guardian- a velvet skinned fruit bat, clutched at her shoulder with his delicately hooked claws. Unconciously, Antifreeze stroked his head. "Let's do this, Fraceroy." She whispered to the bat. "Are you ready? This isn't going to be-" His voice was cut off by another- hers.
"There are so many things I could have you flayed for, woman. Trespassing on the Royal Batallion camp ground, eavesdropping on a confidential conversation, dishonorable conduct. Which shall it be?" The queen had whirled around, and was gazing calmly at Antifreeze with her sapphire eyes.
It was then that The Plan came into effect. Antifreeze let herself into the tent, ignoring it's grand interior- the sleek furniture that could only have been made with magic of a much specialized kind. She must have more magicians working for her than I expected.. Antifreeze thought briefly, before turning to the woman in front of her. The queen was strangely beautiful, in a way that was subtle; Antifreeze would describe her more as powerful than pleasing to the eye. There was something about her ballerina stance that counteracted the fierce strength and passion in her pale face, and those eyes were captivating. Antifreeze held her gaze."Ma'am, I wouldn't advise doing that." As she delivered her lines, Antifreeze became painfully aware of just how vulnerable she was here. If she could not win queen Andromeda's trust in the next few minutes, she would die. At her words, Andromeda gave a snort of derision. "And why should I not? I am doing you a great courtesy allowing you to explain yourself- I have twenty armed men guarding the tent, each as capable to come and kill you easily." She snapped.
Twenty is optimistic. Antifreeze's thought wryly- You may need to hire some more now. Only five minutes ago had she disposed of each guard in turn. Feigning looking over her shoulder, Antifreeze spoke softly; "There's a plot to kill you, ma'am. I come because I support you and your army- the threat is from Calda, a city beyond here. They have heard of your actions and wish to stop you. They will be sending an assasin to mix among you, and eventually murder you before you go into battle. You may kill me, but all I want is to protect you." Antifreeze spoke her much rehearsed lie so smoothly, that instantly the queen's face alighted with confusion, fury and relief. Little did she know that there was no place named Calda, and the assasin was the woman in front of her, lying so easily and leading her to her death.
"Who are you?" Andromeda asked quietly. "I am Daquira, and my guardian is Xtla." Antifreeze pulled Fraceroy from his hiding place, as she gave their false names. "And how do you know of this?" Another question. "I overhear many things, Ma'am. I travelled here to save you and warn you."
The queen paled, and Antifreeze saw the emerald head of the lizard probe out from Andromeda's sleeve. "Then I am in your debt, Daquira and Xtla. You will accept my hospitality as a guest?"
Antifreeze nodded, a geniune smile gracing the assasin's face.
Perfect.
-Bah, a fantasy story in a fantasy place x3 Should I continue this?
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