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[ you are being watched ]

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In the half-light of the dying moon, you are being watched. Your high heels click on the cold pavement you walk upon; a mantra that tells you to go ever-faster as your skin begins to prickle. There it is, that forgotten instinct. You are being watched, and you know it. Isn't that the most frightening part of it all? You don't know where I am.

Quietly, you tell yourself that there is no-one there - and for all you know, there might not be! Perhaps your insecurity and fear is just kicking into overdrive, spurring your imagination onward. These thoughts run through your mind, too; I can see them, the little electrical currents that flash on and on and on through the brain. But then, predictably, you grow doubtful once more.

I make a deliberate noise; a subtle cough, carried by the wind and the stars. I see sweat on your brow as your clicking heels quicken again; I see your tongue flick out nervously over your lower lip; I see your eyes, so wide and perceptive, and a beautiful shade of terrified. Whyever do you wear that mask of false products and deceit? Your natural visage is much more appealing.

Sadly, that is the last thing on your mind. I move quickly; still watching, my eyes never leaving you. And not once but twice, you whip your head around and look straight back at me. But in your fright, you do not register my gaze, and turn back around, fast walk turning to a speedy trot. And then when my speed quickens, something snaps in you, and you flat-out run.

Your heels almost burn the pavement as you flee, handbag dangling dangerously at your side, hair falling from its neat bun and cascading down your shoulders. I, unlike you, do not need to watch where I am going. The stars are the ones that carry me; the wind is the one that guides me.
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The Fall of the Islander (shortstory)

Warning, graphic and violent content Rock Hound related

Three of them surrounded the old stag. His body quivered, not of fear, but from the many years that seasoned him. He took a step back, looking deep into each of their eyes. Red, yellow, and blue glows returned looks at him, though their ghostly stares were cold and deep.

He stopped, and they stopped, their skulls drooling infection with deep anticipation. The flesh was right before them, they wanted to sink their fangs in so badly that they thought for a moment they had tongues to taste meat once again.

Caw was calm, but he knew this would be a difficult fight. He was more angry than anything. "Three on one, eh? Well, you appear to be wolves. What happened to the pride and honor you had?", he questioned them. He didn't know if they could understand his words, but he ceased his retreat and stood his ground.

The rock hounds reacted, the red-eyed one approached while the other two stayed behind. "Come on! Come on!", the old stag's grass-like antlers were aimed at the approaching predator. Then the rock hound lunged and attacked, it's teeth grasping Caw's head, penetrating deep into his skull. The creature's strength shattered his skull, the old stag's head bleeding immediately. He felt the thick black infection grow in his wounds. He already felt dizzy and his head was in terrible pain.

He turned just in time to see the yellow-eyed rock hound had rushed toward him, knocking him down and biting his belly. The blue-eyed joined in, trying to open him up with precise nips to the stomach. Caw had just enough energy to kick at the yellow-eyed one's skull, able to knock out the yellow crystal within it's skull. The rock hound gagged like it was suffocating and collapsed motionless.
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Attack of the Wolf Skeletons(Peirce vrs. Rock Hounds)

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Fail Wolf Skeleton
Credit to Quad for making the Rock Hound.



Peirce went to the blue bowl to lay down. He saw some deer dancing. Peirce loved to dance, so of course he joined. After a few minutes everyone stopped. Peirce smelt a strange scent... and then all the deer ran and hid. Confused, Peirce ran and hid behind a tree, not daring to ask anyone what was happening. After someone said that the coast was clear, the deer went back to their dancing. But Peirce was too confused to dance.

"Why did everyone hide?" He asked a fawn.

"Because we were being hunted," the fawn answered. "by rock hounds."
"What's a Rock Hound?" Peirce asked.

Everyone stopped dancing. A deer, an older one, pushed though the crowd and stood over the young stag. "A long time ago," His deep voice echoed in the forest. "there was a wolf species that lived before the Endless Forest. They all died. And now.. their skeletons roam the forest, searching the forest for one... particular... deer. We do not know which deer."

"That's just a both of bologna." Peirce replied. "I-" his voice was cut off by the rattling of leaves. Suddenly, a skeleton came out, with light, blue eyes. Three others came out, one red eyed, green eyed, and yellow eyed. Even though they opened their mouths nothing came out.
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First Move (Rock Hound shortstory)

((I'll write their origin story later. Pseudo bio here))


He took his usual sip of pond water, cooling his body during the unusually hot day. Quad sat up, sniffing the air. Something was off, he could smell something familiar...he sensed danger close.

The blackbuck noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Two faint eyes seemed to glow from the cover of a willow tree. The glow was green, nearly camoflauged through the leaves.

He tilted his head curiously. He knew there were a few creatures in the Endless Forest whose eyes had a glow, but this seemed more like a threat...stalking him.

"Hello?", he asked. The eyes moved just slightly. Quad caught a whiff of the scent again, and immediately a shiver shot through his body - Iugulare! The creature smelled like her infection. He was more alert now, his eyes locked on the glow.

The creature approached, passing through the leaves of the willow, revealing himself. Quad was surprised to see him as a skeleton, though he didn't look quite like his deer friends who had skulls on their faces. This creature was different, it had sharper teeth and the face was different.

"What are you? A wolf?", he questioned. The creature opened it's mouth, rows of sharp fangs that seemed to snarl quietly at him. The creature didn't speak or make any noises other than strange creaking sounds as it moved the bones of its body. Quad took a defensive stance, calling out, "Stay back!"

The creature didn't heed his warning, and when it got close, Quad attacked, slamming his zombie antler into the threatening creature. Quad watched as the bones hit the ground, and then he noticed the bones seemed to be covered with the black infection. This had to be Iugulare's work!

"At least that's over...", Quad began to say, but then he saw as the creature's body reformed seemingly quickly.
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How To Make People Read

How To Make People Read

A guide on how to catch your reader's attention.
Because being a writer on the internet isn't easy.

Once again it has to be said that I am just a person with a hobby.
Any professional is free to choke me in case of giving out false information.

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IMPORTAINT NEWS FLASH FOR TEF COMMUNITY

1) YOU ARE WORTH IT/ YOUR ALL AMZING PEOPLE WHO EVER YOUR ARE!!

2) YOU ARE NOT ALONE

3) YOU CAN KEEP GOING

4) You are one in a million which makes you extra special.

5) You are all talented even if you dont see it in yourselves. The work produced on this site is insperational. even if it does not have many comments.

6) There are hard times and happy times in life, this is how you know your alive. Somedays are harder than others, so just stand tall and face them, the better days are just round the corner.

7) Put the pain to the back of your mind remember all the happy times when the air was filled with laughter. they DID happen and still will even if it's differnert people, they will happen again.

Cool Do you think those gone ahead of us want to know they are making us mope. Nope! They want us to enjoy what we have and share it with others.

9) Throwing in the towel and letting the darkness wins easy/selfish, but think of those around you. Lifes an uphill battle somepeople dont even see the first part of it so dont waste it' get out there and open your eyes to the wonders around you. Even a trip on a bus can do it.

10) You are all my friends no matter what and I will always have a place in my mind /heart for you all.

11) If your being ignored by those around you dont jump the gun and blame that someone, stand back dont attack and try to find out whats wrong.

12 People wear peoblems like cloths some on the outside to be see, some on the inside hidden from view. never judge untill u know the facts.

13) Manners cost nout , but the rewards can be great

14) Dont expect people to tell u everything, dont bug them for it eaither, time the greatist healer

15) Dont winge about things you have not got, theres people round the corner who have only the cloth they lay in.
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"Hush" (writing)

Ventwriting response from Quad Wolf about my recent blog.

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Those great paws were wrapped around me, the claws on the ends digging just slightly into my back. He pressed my face into his white chest, I could feel his breath on my back. I had the realization that as a wolf, he was not the same, and could easily bite into my neck or shoulder if he wanted to.

"Quad, I don't want to do this right now...", I tried to tell him.

"Hush.", he replied. "Just listen to the silence."

I tried. I really did, but my mind began to wander. I didn't speak, but he seemed to hear my thoughts.

"I said hush!", he barked.

I cringed, his claws dug in a little deeper.

Silence. Warmth.

"Now...", he began, "I want you to listen. Your head has been filled with a lot of negativity. What happened to everything you've learned? What happened to the progress you made? You're better than this, Chris."

"I...", I tried to answer, but he stopped me.

"No, don't respond. You don't have an answer. You're just asking for attention again.", he said.

"No, Quad! I'm not, I really need...", I tried to say.

"Help? No, you don't need help, you need your ass kicked!", Quad barked. He dug in a third time, this time he lightly gripped my neck in his mouth. I could feel his fangs as he just barely bit.

"You want to know what things would be like if you weren't alive?", he asked. I couldn't answer, I was too afraid of what was going on. "Think of everyone that loves you, Chris! Think about them! You're so selfish!"

His fangs grasped my neck, he put more pressure on it. I grimaced, in more pain than ever. "Common sense, Chris! Common sense!", he roared.

"I got it, alright? I got it!", I cried.

He released his grip, his mouth let go of my neck. He let me rest.

"Don't forget it, Chris!

[ quotient ]

When the dream breaks, her eyes open, seeing strips of pale, cold sunlight cut through the air from the East. It's strange, seeing the sunrise when she wakes up. Her usual window sees only the Western lights; the glory of sunset and the ashen dark that follows it. She prefers the sunset, for the most part. In the night, there is solace. When it rains and it snows and the droplets and flakes create tiny shimmering pictures against the velvet dark, she can let herself ponder. Sometimes the whole world speaks to her, and she tries not to get too attatched. It'll only vanish after a while. Things always do. She's terribly used to having things run fleeting from her grasp.

Slow Torture / Des and Night Shade

some things

one Language warning and maybe even a tiny bit of content warning

Two. I’m not a big major writer.There will be an error or 10 in this, but I doubt it is anything that would make it unreadable ^^; I would hope XD

Three. Night Shade and Des are mine. I wanted to do one of those own character interaction story type..things? and maybe this will help to show their personalities better and such.

Four Asaroth belongs to Kittycatkita and is mentioned often in this story. This has been given the ok by her.

Im not sure if I will continue this just yet or not. If you think I should let me know in the comments <3
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A bird’s song as it perches in a tree, a frog’s croak at the pond, water gently lapping at the shore as dragonflies dance at the water’s surface, butterflies fluttering over fields of endless flowers, a pretty and peaceful scene, but irrelevant , completely lost to those who are of hatful troubled mind. Their brains are constantly plotting, working out the bumps and kinks of some master plan. That was Des.


He made a life out of plotting and hurting others. He sure wasn’t going to stop now that he was thrown into some forest as a stupid animal. If the residents of the place wished to smell flowers all day and bounce around like mad March hares, that was their business, as long as they left him alone. If events didn’t affect him personally they were simply ignored. It had always been that way.

He would not have gotten far as a lord if he had let happy thoughts and petty pass times invade his warrior’s brain. Of course he had only gotten so far as a lord with his state of mind. There was such a thing as being too unreasonable even in the demon realm it seemed.

More Writing :)

Here is some more of my writing, I've thought more about this one than the last one so hopefully it's better. This one is about Erza's first experience in The Forest. As I said before, please tell me what you think and I'm open to constructive critisism!
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