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Behind The Walls Two Both Cry In Silence... [T H E . P R E S E N T]

Song lyrics picked: Innocence – Shaman
Songs listened to while writing: Dishi – Lumen, Skol’ko – Lumen

I woke today,
Inside the train of dreams.
The rain poured down in black and white.
I stood and stared,
The rest of what remains,
My own world crumbling around,
A wild world crumbling around.


She stopped.

She stared.

Nightmare, in all his enraged, broken glory, was sitting atop the altar of the Ruins; just as he had done so many times before.

Save for the fact that a certain Magpie doe wasn’t sitting by his side, like a dog to its master.

She trembled.

It was her fault that this entire mess happened; it was her fault that things that she hadn’t quite thought about had grown to fruition. And here she stood, a stranger in her own world, a stranger to those she treasured.

He shifted slightly, perhaps picking up on her presence.

She jumped, carefully moving behind a tree.

Myu, in all her infinite intelligence, had decided to skip town, wanting time to herself, with no one running interference. However, such selfishness would prove to be her stepping stone to complete disaster.

Upon her unexpected departure, Nightmare flew into a seething rage, severing his bonds to all; with the exception of the Sins. They were the only ones he would place his trust in now; they were the ones that he gave the All Access passes to. Any other soul who ventured too close would find themselves trapped between the clamps that were his jaws, silenced all too well before their time.

And in doing so, he had effectively severed his bond with her, his knowledge, his memories of her erased. Gone. Poof.
Sonata's picture

aldri slutt -gift writing for Bylah-


((I hope I didn't butcher anything about him, also, it's too short gah OTL. Title reads 'Never ending'))
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The Summoned Evil (To be worked on soon)

"A sprinkle of blood orange juice..."

The juice splashed the cold dirt, where inscriptions were carved in a circle.

"The skull of a fawn..."

A skull was placed in the center of the circle. It began to emit a slight green light at this point.

"Two pieces of wood turned stone..."

Two small chunks of petrified wood were placed in each eye socket on the skull. The light got brighter and brighter.

"...And a word of summoning..."

Iugulare stood on her hind legs. The infection supported her as she watched the dark surroundings grow brighter and brighter with the green hue. She grinned - all the pieces were in place, everything was working. She just had to finish it.

"Oh valde malum phasmatis, exsisto existo!"

With a burst of light, the offerings on the ground were swallowed up, and soon after a form took shape within the center of the ring. It was a creature unlike any that ever walked on the Earth, a creature from another world. Iugulare's summoning ritual was a success.

The light faded, and before the infectious stoat was a young dragon. The creature's skin shimmered in shades of green and white, and her eyes were a dark green that stared at the one who summoned her. She had great wings and two legs, along with a long tail. She was much more interesting than Iugulare imagined her to be - she had no mouth, but instead, had a slit in her chest. Two small arms were at both sides of the slit. This was most curious to the stoat.

"The great...and terrible...Anirapio. You have been brought here to aid in my quest to claim this world.", Iugulare said to the dragon. The creature looked back at her - it strangely understood the language, and was able to reply using a form of telepathy, "Why would I serve you? I could easily...", but she stopped the sentence, examining her summoner for a moment, reluctantly saying, "No...you lack a soul.
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Why is he scared?

From random deers point of view.....

I was just sun batheing in my regular spot the first time I saw him. I guess he didn't see me cause he just trotted up looked around in a three sixty and then began to eat berrys eye consantly alert. A female raced past on her way to the rueins and he tensed crouching low to the ground and after about a minute got up and ate more still alert. I slowly stood up from behind the rock I was laying in not trying to scare him. I finaly got a good look at him. He was tiny young but not a fawn, he had no mucel mass realy and seened to be verey unhappy. "Um hello"? I called out calm and gental. He jumped about five feet into the air and stiared at me, I could see his blue eyes from behind the mask. "Um are you ok"? He stiared for a moment "yes I am fine". His voice squeaked a bi and I cou;d smell fear on him. It was as if my just staning there looking at him was a danger to his life! "I'm not gonna hurt you"..."Thats good". I was sclightly confuse but tryed to calm him down. "Whats your name"? He was about to say something then caught himself shook his hea and said "Whisper". "Ah well im Harmony"! He seemed to calm down just a bit now and straitened. I walked over and joined him eating berrys also. "So how are you"? I asked. "Oh who me I I'm fine ya know the same old same old how are you"? "Oh im fine just relaxing today"! "Oh ok thats why you where hideing". "I wasn't hideing you just didn't see me"! He smiled a bit but tryed to hide it. He actualy had mucle but it wasn't bulky and think like he was tough and ready to fight for a mate. More like he ha mucle from dayly things. "What do you like to do"? "Cards I play cards". "Oh like tradeing cards"? "No real cardes..aces and spades..". "Oh you mean like black jack"!? He tensed and seemed sad for a moment "whats the matter"? "That was my fathers name" he whispered. "Black Jack"? "His name was jack he had black fur and was a master at playing Black Jack so thats what they called him".
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Whisper runs....

I slowly ate the brite orange flowers the grew around the rueins. They where bland and soft but I didn't feel like going to find blue berrys so I took another mouth full.Munching slowly as I hid my small fram behind a rock I saw some deer run by, laughing , and jokeing they where haveing a race. I remember when I use to race. My hooves ached to join and let my small size carry me faster then anyone eles. I stayed calm and dug my hooves into the soft earth as the thundered past comeing to a sudden skiding halt a few feet away. I didn't move not wanting to be noticed. "I WIN"! One yelled. Her pelt dark blue with brite yellow desighns. "Oh come on you allways win" one half joked half wined. The other became alert but I was shure it was only a deer calling from the birch forest. This deer hade a white and black orca pelt with prong antlers and no mask. He sniffed the air befor heading around the corner of the rueins. The other tussled playfully on the ground for now. I stood up slowly ready to make my break unseen when a sharp voice came. "HEY"! I jumped from behind the rock turned in the air and was now faceing the deer with the orca pelt. "Um"? I said not knowing whether this was a threat or what. All these deer about my age a littel younger but where still larger then me So I readyed to run. "Why are you hidden behind that rock"!? "I..I was haveing lunch". "Behind a rock why not in the sun or eat some berry these taste terriabel"!? "I don't realy like sun batheing and I didn't fell like eating berrys". The other two had me sourounded my back to the wall of the reuins. I gulped. "Are you fast" asked the winner of the race proudly. "Um yes raceing is one of my few talents" I tryed to not let my voice show my slite worry of the moment. "You should race her"! Said the other who had wresteld with her. "Um.." My hooves said yes and my mind said no. "Oh come on you look fast and we haven't found some one to beat her"! I finaly gavve in and smiled under my mask "Fine".
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The Scars of the Future

I was contemplating my life. Yes, the whole 70+ years that are left. And the words came to me as I drew. Here they are.

What nightmares are made of



[=9]Golden hooves. The color of value, purpose...so dainty and worthy compared to the vast portion of soggy soil on which they trod. Yet again, the little doe (if one could use such terms on a creature of more bird than deer) found herself wandering alone. It was habitual now for her, to revert to something like the nomad she once was. Perhaps she was turning into her mother, who, in the setting suns of her life, looked upon Rowan with such foreign eyes. A lost old creature, bound by chains that which only she imagined.

Rowan had come from a family of nomads; aimless wanderers. Though she was not an old doe, she was not the young hapless hind she once was. She found her mind wandering more frequently, her lips moving in speech only to herself, and her legs not settling in the dust for hours on end. It was if she had lost something. It was known information that her little child had been stillborn; she frequently heard of it again and again in stinging whispers and pitiful stares. She was not looking for it directly, perhaps not even at all. Even the feathered little creature herself knew not why she wandered. Whatever she had lost, she seemed apt to wander with no purpose in hopes of recovering it.

What she found the eve after the rainstorm was not what she was looking for. Strangely, she had been holding a pleasant conversation with herself when she came across it. Oh, how it plagued her nightmares as a youngling. Even after her death, his strench would be bound to her skin. And she knew it. She was used property; damaged. As if on instinct, her virtually nonexistant left ear flicked at his arrival. This loss of ear was one of his many gifts to her.

The beastly stag hauled the nightshade behind him. He devoured the sunrays around the doe, and comanded the sun take her leave. Some things even the great mother of Earth must not witness.
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Little Girls..[Rhys/Amazon/Finata]

Rhys closed his eyes tighter and tried to ignore the whining voice in his ear. It wasn't the words, no, only the tone. Young fawns all seemed to have that high pitched shrill voice. It was most likely some sort of natural mechanism to be better heard in times of distress, but in this instance it was just bothersome.
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