June 6, 2011 - 4:52am — Inspiring
Between the brackets you will find a single word, or a short phrase. Draw or write something based off of that word or phrase. To see the words, you must highlight.
[ Adoration ]
[ Sleep ]
[ Melancholy ]
[ Someday ]
[ Falling ]
[ Blossom ]
[ Strange ]
[ Comfort ]
[ Leap ]
[ Myself ]
[ It Broke ]
[ Purpose ]
[ Bottle ]
[ Comet ]
[ Burning ]
[ Faith ]
[ Lines ]
[ White ]
[ Sovereign ]
[ Missing You ]
[ Journey ]
[ Cloud dust ]
[ Strawberry ]
[ Wine ]
[ Satisfaction ]
[ Sea ]
[ Servitude ]
[ Not what it seems]
[ Dark is not evil ]
[ Light is not good ]
[ Playful ]
[ Golden ]
[ Memories ]
[ Nostalgia ]
[ Forbidden ]
[ Triumph ]
[ Lovesick ]
[ Hymn ]
[ Falcon ]
[ Bounce ]
[ Forever ]
[ Immortal ]
[ Truth ]
[ Something brewing]
[ Endings ]
She circles and watches. High
Pink scars criss-crossed and etched on thick hide covered in a layer of sleek fur, all over covered in nicks and cuts and signs of battles fought, lost, and won. A fearsome grin upon a truly demonic face. The Vulture takes a step and is gone as soon as she is come. Back to the clouds to run with the thunder bulls. She is a Storm Bird. A little black dove who lands just within reach only to flit away before you can reach out and touch the elusive thing. A dragon in every sense of the word.
One day you sit alone and broken, you could not catch the Storm Bird, the Vulture. And now you are left lost in the woods. A voice through the silence, unheard yet readable. Inside your head.
"Come, little lost lamb. Let us find your flock."
The Storm Bird rested her velvet muzzle on your shoulder. She took the back of your shirt in her gentle maw and sat you on her powerful, scarred shoulders. In a flash, she is off, and you are with her.
A dove. A soldier. A Vulture. A Thunder Bull. She is not as she seems. All you must do is wait.
[I am enjoying this very much, Inspiring/whoever you are.]
He smiles And a bit of
And a bit of laughter spills
Like good wine
From the corners of his mouth
It pours
Sweet and bitter and rich
Into the air
I fill my cracked cup
With the heady liquid of that sound
[Memories] You're
I remember the meadows in which we frolicked with our friend Safear. I remember our laughter, I remember our tears. The sun's rays could never amount to the same warmth of your side when I was but a newborn fawn. Extract these memories from my mind. I never want to forget you Bayleen.
(Will do a picture of "falling" hopefully soon. ♥ This is very fun :3)
[img] Sea.
Sea.
Very beautiful everyone. Keep
[ Purpose ] I was given a
I was given a chance
I've struggled through these challenges
Sometimes I've been successful
Sometimes I have met failure
But despite the outcome, I've gone on
Never giving up, never being too discouraged
I've often questioned what my purpose is
We all have thought of this at one point or another
I think I have an idea now
My purpose is...
To be awake
One who exists high above the
bathed in the light
looking down at all those little creatures who haven't fought the battles he bled in
or collected the wisdom he harbors
whose histories are like day-lilies compared to an ancient oak
whose crowns are tawdry echoes of the inspiring display weighing down his head
who forever live far below the elaborate throne he sits on
alone
[sovereign]
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet