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<Unnamed> and Moltari
GigglePie wrote:
Here's the little beginning/prologue if you will.
I padded across the empty land. I let a small sigh escape my barricaded mouth. I hated it here. There was nothing to do; simply nothing was here, aside from some trees and a few dull bushes. Perhaps, once I grew up, my small wings could take me far. Far away, from this place and this land I was going to have to get to know so keenly. I stopped. What was that? A bird? No. A mouse? Here? Yeah, right. No—it peeked out from the bushes—it was a girl. She was my age; at least, I hoped so. Her multi-colored eyes shone in the deep darkness. The moon was a simply crescent tonight, not offering much light to us lone night wanderers. I could hear her unsteady breaths as she maneuvered around the empty space. She tried to take cover in the small bushes, but it did her no help. I, and anyone else wandering here, already knew she was there. Her blue coat did no help in hiding her like my deep grey did me. I heard a sly growl as a darker wolf with—wings, was it?—emerged from the shadows. Her white teeth polished the gloomy air.
“What is a young pup like you,” she dragged out you, all while hissing her already sinister words. “hanging out around these parts… at this time?”
The breathing became quicker and nerve-wracking for me to hear. I had to do something. I glanced down at my paws. I couldn’t see them—what was going on? I turned around to look at the rest of myself. It was as if I wasn’t even there. I wondered if my red eyes still glistened.
The young girl did not reply to the butterfly wolf. “Oh,” she snarled again, “I see how it is, honey. Just come out, and everything…” there was a long pause. “will be fine.”
“I—I can’t-t come out…” the pup wavered. The wolf snickered.
“Well, I can wait all night,” she scoffed.
Her words shook me. I glanced around for any sign of the girl. Nothing, until…
The wolf flew at me. Her glittering teeth were barred at me. “Stop thinking of saving her, invisi-boy.”
So she could read minds. I couldn’t think of anything else, even though I was pinned to the dark underbrush.
“Yes, you dog, I can read minds.”
Suddenly, the weight of the flying wolf was off of me. I scrambled to my paws. Looking around hurriedly, I saw the eyes again. The bright, multi-colored orbs stared at me intensely. Her breathing became steady as she glared at me.
“I won’t hurt you.” I smeared in a hushed tone.
She was startled. She glanced around nervously. Oh yeah, I’m invisible—
“Who’s there…?” she whispered.
I thought of saying ‘it’s me! It’s me!’ but this girl didn’t even know ‘me’. Doing anything like that would be a lost cause anyway.
I finally found my voice in the pit of my stomach.
“Shadow.”
“I’m Zoe,” She said, stepping out of her cover that was a small shrub. Suddenly, the sun began to show. Just slightly, ever so slightly. “oh me, oh my, is that you? The… wings…? The red eyes?”
“Who else, Zoe?”
She snickered, and I smiled for the first time I can remember.
Not the best thing, but, you know...
Cancel wrote:
Damian[m] and Trojan[m]
Felt like writing a very short drabble for these two...Props to my sis Satamoru for helping me. Not much of a writer myself *sweatdrop*
His backpack hit the ground with a thud.
Grumbling loudly under his breath Damian flung himself onto his bed with such force one of his pillows bounced off the mattress, knocking over the lamp on the way to the floor. The crash made him lift his head only briefly before flopping back down onto the covers. Sprawled out on his back the teenager glowered at the ugly plaster that was his ceiling for several long moments; then, heaving a loud sigh, Damian rolled over and flung one arm out, hitting the power on his laptop.
The computer flicked on with a beep. Glazed red eyes watched the words and colors flash across the screen as it booted up, hoisting himself onto his elbows and dragging the computer over to sit on the head of his bed. As the welcome screen flashed on Damian simply stared at it - waiting.
The sight of the mouse zipping across the screen without him touching the finger pad brought a fierce sort of relief he couldn't quite explain. Settling his head on his arms the boy watched as the arrow clicked the start button, glided over to accessories, and double-clicked Microsoft Word.
The window barely even had time to load before the letters were appearing on the once blank document.
Rough day?
Somehow, just those two, simple words helped wash away all the frustrations that school had born in him. Lips twitching up into a slightly worn smile Damian reached out with one hand, running his fingers along the keyboard of the laptop.
You have no idea. He typed in, then sat back and waited for a response.
It was quick in coming. No, I don't. There was a brief pause, the typing line blinking on and off. Then finally... But I'd be happy to be filled in.
Damian grinned, then reached for the keys and began to type out his day for the eager virus.
Cancel wrote:
Damian[m] and Trojan[m]
Felt like writing a very short drabble for these two...Props to my sis Satamoru for helping me. Not much of a writer myself *sweatdrop*
His backpack hit the ground with a thud.
Grumbling loudly under his breath Damian flung himself onto his bed with such force one of his pillows bounced off the mattress, knocking over the lamp on the way to the floor. The crash made him lift his head only briefly before flopping back down onto the covers. Sprawled out on his back the teenager glowered at the ugly plaster that was his ceiling for several long moments; then, heaving a loud sigh, Damian rolled over and flung one arm out, hitting the power on his laptop.
The computer flicked on with a beep. Glazed red eyes watched the words and colors flash across the screen as it booted up, hoisting himself onto his elbows and dragging the computer over to sit on the head of his bed. As the welcome screen flashed on Damian simply stared at it - waiting.
The sight of the mouse zipping across the screen without him touching the finger pad brought a fierce sort of relief he couldn't quite explain. Settling his head on his arms the boy watched as the arrow clicked the start button, glided over to accessories, and double-clicked Microsoft Word.
The window barely even had time to load before the letters were appearing on the once blank document.
Rough day?
Somehow, just those two, simple words helped wash away all the frustrations that school had born in him. Lips twitching up into a slightly worn smile Damian reached out with one hand, running his fingers along the keyboard of the laptop.
You have no idea. He typed in, then sat back and waited for a response.
It was quick in coming. No, I don't. There was a brief pause, the typing line blinking on and off. Then finally... But I'd be happy to be filled in.
Damian grinned, then reached for the keys and began to type out his day for the eager virus.
Cancel wrote:
Damian[m] and Trojan[m]
Felt like writing a very short drabble for these two...Props to my sis Satamoru for helping me. Not much of a writer myself *sweatdrop*
His backpack hit the ground with a thud.
Grumbling loudly under his breath Damian flung himself onto his bed with such force one of his pillows bounced off the mattress, knocking over the lamp on the way to the floor. The crash made him lift his head only briefly before flopping back down onto the covers. Sprawled out on his back the teenager glowered at the ugly plaster that was his ceiling for several long moments; then, heaving a loud sigh, Damian rolled over and flung one arm out, hitting the power on his laptop.
The computer flicked on with a beep. Glazed red eyes watched the words and colors flash across the screen as it booted up, hoisting himself onto his elbows and dragging the computer over to sit on the head of his bed. As the welcome screen flashed on Damian simply stared at it - waiting.
The sight of the mouse zipping across the screen without him touching the finger pad brought a fierce sort of relief he couldn't quite explain. Settling his head on his arms the boy watched as the arrow clicked the start button, glided over to accessories, and double-clicked Microsoft Word.
The window barely even had time to load before the letters were appearing on the once blank document.
Rough day?
Somehow, just those two, simple words helped wash away all the frustrations that school had born in him. Lips twitching up into a slightly worn smile Damian reached out with one hand, running his fingers along the keyboard of the laptop.
You have no idea. He typed in, then sat back and waited for a response.
It was quick in coming. No, I don't. There was a brief pause, the typing line blinking on and off. Then finally... But I'd be happy to be filled in.
Damian grinned, then reached for the keys and began to type out his day for the eager virus.
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