"you dont know anything!" i clenched my fist and stared at her. "why? you think im blind?" she stared ignorantley at me. "no.... bu-" "you stubborn fool!" she cut me off and walked away. " you wouldn't understand!' i clenched my teeth at whispered out the last thing i could before exploding. "WHY? DO YOU THINK I DON'T SEE?" "WHAT YOU ARE DOING? BLINDING ME?" she turned around, tears ran down her face, one tear after another. she had a shocked expresion on her delicatley outlined face. "gomi...." i looked down and frowned. she walked over to me and put her hands on my face. " i know what your doing here, jetheller...", she had stopped crying and rested her head on my shoulder. we were silent for a few moments until a scream broke the silence. "what was that?" she perked up and look around. She got up and trotted over to the window. she glared out the window at something. staring. I lazely got up and walked over to her, delecitley touching her almost white, blond hair. "what are you looking at, gomisandra?" i peeked over her shoulder to look out the window. I only saw the darkness of the pitch black night. she turned around and barried her head in my chest. "i wish i could tell you, gomi, i really, really do. "then why don't you tell me why you won't tell me!!" she punched my chest, and ran towards the bathroom. i stood there shocked. One minute she is loving, the next she hates me. girls. "gomi!" . i walked over and stood next to the door. my back against the wood frame. I knew she would do this. She was mad at me before. before we even spoke. Gomisandra had short, straight almost white blond hair. She had aquatic blue eyes, and a thin, delicate figure. She was beautiful. I have jaw bone length, black silky hair. With a topaz eye and a brown eye. I have a thin, long scar straight across my nose, and a thick, muscular figure. GOmi had always been lonely, but, she has always acted happy around me.
"gomi come on, ill take you home." she didn't reply.

Of Russian Roulette

[=brown] A massive creature, reminicant to a stag walks at the edge of the forest. As he walks, he takes care not to step into the midst of the trees. His massive ruby antlers seem to glitter in the sunlight, and his stride is high and proud. His eyes, all six of them, however contain intellegence, and distant anger. He pauses, flicking his long tail behind himself, and shifts his gaze toward the forest, ears perking at the sound of mooing. A low growl escapes his throat, echoing past the skull over his face. "Murderers... decendants of murderers... Sickening beasts." he snarls, and trots away again, back to the real world. "One day mother... father... Vengance."

As he walks, two ghostly figures rise out of the ground, both having very similar forms to the stag. Though these two are somewhat smaller, and perhaps younger, it's clear they bore some relation. The first, a buck with almost equally impressive antlers to the live stag... and the second, a doe with long black feathers in place of antlers, and eyes glowing like a blue flame. The ghost doe speaks, breaking the relative silence. "Big brother... You know I hate to nag, but it's been centuries. When shall we step foot into the forest again?" she speaks mornfully. The massive stag slows his gait, and comes to a slow stop. He looks up toward the bright sun. "If ever, it will be soon... but we cannot enter as we are. You remember, both of you, how everyone we cared for had been persecuted... murdered... based on our appearance. I'll find a way to change my own appearance, before I step in... and seek our revenge." He figured aloud. The younger stag furrows a brow behind his ghostly skull. "How do you plan on doing that, Archeluis?" he questioned.

The stag smiled behind his skull, momentarilly flashing perfect shark-like teeth. "The forest has it's magic, but a necromancer with enough spirits... has his own 'magic' to experiment with." he explained simply.

((Relates to ~*Bitter*~ but can be read on its own))