It was surprising that Sierra hadn't already caved a whole in the floor from all her pacing.Her head would look to the mantle every know and then to look at the cursed letter from Jeremy.

"That insufferable butthead "she murmered under her breath as she kicked her shoes off and yanked her hair out of her ponytail.
Knowing she could not or rather should not prolong her visit to Jareth to tell him about the letter she dreaded it.What would he say?What would he do?those questions went back and forth taking turns at trying to drive her to the brink of insanity on trying to figure out the answer.
She wouldn't doubt if he already knew but he still needed to hear it from her mouth.
Sighing she grabbed the letter and made her way out the door.
Her bare feet made a pitter patter sound on the stone ground.The letter was clutched in her hands and her eyes were set.

Before entering the throne room she paused and closed her eyes.'Give me peace of mind"she murmered to herself.With those words she proceeded to enter the throne room.Noticing the lack of goblins and the look Jareth had she guessed he already knew.

"It seems our newest acquaintance has taken his time to write me a letter"she began her voice was solid as if telling him that she had something to say although it still held distate for the author.
"3 months he's giving you to...........to marry me and if by that time I am not yours I shall become his.And if I do not go unwillingly he will use his dragons to terrorize the goblin kindom"her heart was beating a million miles a mintute.

She licked her lips in anticipation as she began the second part of her speech.Turning torwards the window that overlooked the city she gave a brief smile to the place she called home.
"I couldn't ask you to do that not after you have already put your heart out to others."she winced at the thought of someone rejecting him.
"When I spoke to you of my love I told you I would never force it from you and that it would be you wh

A fawn was born that night, her light brown fur as brown as the desert sand. She had a beutiful round baby face, with her cheeks were as white as the snow in winter. Her eyes were a light gold, oulined with a dark, blood red and her pupil a deep purple. Her ear tips were white too, with pink for the insides. she had long legs, the end of them had white on them that went up to the knee. Her hooves were round and sharp, something that could could leave critical damage. She has a slender, sleek, and graceful body meant for one thing, to be silent. And this is how she got her name, Silent.
...
The moon shone down on this newborn fawn, the stars guiding the moon's path. Silent lay half asleep, nursing, and when she finally looked up, she saw the outline of a huge object right in front of her. But she didn't care, this object had milk, and that's all that matters. She looked around her and her heart skipped a beat, the forest suprized and amazed her. The trees were as tall the the mountains in the distance, it's leaves a deep silver in the moonlight. The grass was a sea of green, shining boldly with the stars. But most of all, the whole forest, it seemed to wisper her name. Silent...Silent...
...

I'm nothing
This soul is soo fragile
Weak
No ambition
Waste of life
Black and white
Day and night
No love
No sanity
Hope has deserted me
Loss is haunting
Making you change in ways you never thought possible


Struggling for what
Another day
That puts me one step closer to
That underground grave
Purpose do I even have one
Without one I am lost
Useless



Biding my time
Till that clock stops ticking
Until I take that last breathe
I love my family
But even that grasp
Is loosening
They say life is precious and you should often live it to its fullest
I had at one point agreed
And still encourage others to do the same
Yet it's ironic how I don't listen to my other voice

If I could sit in a corner and look out the window
And just fade away
I would
I don't think I'm meant for anything great in this world or even the next
I'm just a dreamer
That thinks reality is a nightmare
Because in reality
There is death,truth,fear,dishonesty and so many other things.

To think we used to live in a more peaceful state
And to see where we are today.
Children dying by anothers hands
Talking back against your parents has become common practice in some households.
Wars are unavoidable
Parents do the unthinkable as they bury there sons and daughters.
Chaotic in others words that is what we have become
Greed has taken some of the week souls in this worls

Mother Nature fights back to presrve what is rightfully hers
Yet we destroy it without a second thought
Animals die for our own need
How much more can the earth take till it finally says no more
Are my words meaningless to you the reader
Or perhaps by know you have already flitted away to another page.
Thinking that this is another rant and perhaps you even rolled your eyes.

At this I laugh
Tiss but a bit of humor that I see.
A rarity in fact that I smile
These days that expression seems to be so foreign to me
Don't ask me why
Because I don't know that answer
Jus

Going to store, he is sleeping by the pine tree near the lake.

Please feel free to spam pelt spells off of him, and change his colors too!!!!

Trying to find a set. Not sure what yet, probably want the antelope pelt, since it has the three stripes down the back, and looks most similar to drawrings of him. If you can cast something fantastic though, he would love to try it on.

http://www.livestream.com/zeeze

Today: Screenie editing

Warnings: Music

I am finally back!

Just wanted to say... Now I will be in the forest with Eagle so someone who wants to meet him??

He will sit under the willow tree on the high side of the pond

John and I have for a while been talking about the wall in our kitchen, and that it could be fun if I painted it. I couldn't get any good idéas of what I could paint, but then one day John came at told me about this huge watch that only was the "hands". I thought it was a great idéa to paint a giant clock that actually showed the time, so we bought it right away. And the idéa evolved into a giant clock tree with clock birds on it!
And there is 66 clock birds!!! (Wanted it to be 222, because that is my signature number, but that was far too many)
Here is a bunch of pictures of some of them.

I had a dream about my character Sierra,and two others Jeremy and Jareth last night.Up until know I kinda experienced a writers block but that wall has been torn down.
Anyway unless your Dannii or are a sneaky follower of my previous writtings on them you might not understand it.

{Soon to come }{in stores near you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,not likely just hereXD}

To improve my writings and character development, I wanted to ask if you could answer some questions for me. And you won't hurt my feelings with whatever you say, I really need the critique so please be honest Any responses are appreciated!

For more info on my characters:
Quad's Updates and Stuff has links to their bios
The Deadly Trio Database
Introducing Rock Hounds

------------------------------------------

Question 1 - Of my 'good' characters (Quad, Blixt, Trunks, Caw, Pent, Hex, Zephyr), who is your favorite and why?

Question 2 - Of my 'evil' characters (Iugulare, Anirapio, Nekumbra, the Rock Hounds), who is your favorite and why?

Question 3 - Of all of my characters, good and evil, who is your least favorite and why?

Question 4 - What do you think about Iugulare's infection? Is it inappropriate for this community? Why or why not?

Question 5 - I sometimes have characters hurt, suffering, or eaten alive in my stories. Is this inappropriate for this community? Why or why not?

Question 6 - What do you think about the Rock Hound event?

Question 7 - Is there anything I can improve on my characters? Do I need to fix anything about any particular character?

Question 8 - Is there anything I can improve on my writing? Is there anything you'd like to see in my writing?

Question 9 - Is Quad in any way considered to be a 'mary sue' character?