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Sparx- Saving Serenity (Part 2)

January 29, 2010 - 12:00am — Latte

My hooves hit the ground. I was in hell, literally. I looked around the Realm Of The Dead, trying to remember the Moon God's Instructions. 'Swallow Your Fear'
The ground beneath was black like an obsidian rock, cracks split through it like vines, the orange glow of lava flowing beneath it. Dead plants, their leaves wilted and their stems drooping, were scattered over here and there. I seemed to be on a never ending desert, the sky was a flaming red.
I began to gallop forwards. My instincts seemed to be sending my body in that direction. I suddenly noticed shadows flittering at the corners of my eyes - was something behind me? It had not leapt yet, so I ignored it and carried on. I was then aware of my legs never aching and my breathe not quickening. The running did not tire me out and soon I had covered quite a bit of the Black Desert and a forest appeared in the distance...

The atmosphere in the forest was terrifying. Fear gripped my stomach but I continued to be brave and observed my surroundings. The trees had no leaves, they were as black as ash, their long branches entwined and the twigs looked like millions of spider legs. I trotted through it carefully. Thats when I spotted them!
In the shadows.
Red eyes and black pelts stood out clearer now.
Millions of dead deer, wanting to eat my soul.
I quickened my step and carried on when I heard a voice in my head, 'Go to the meadow..' it whispered. I found myself taking a narrow path and then into a meadow. It was full of long, black grass that tickled my belly as I trotted onto it. A waterfall flowed into a small river nearby and some dead fawns played by it. The water was grey, colourless, like the surroundings.
I noticed a small deer staring at it, she was on her own.
" Serenity...? " I murmered enquiringly.
The fawn turned and she gasped. It WAS Serenity.
Colour flowed onto her body, her fur became that pale brown and white, her eyes that bright sparkling blue. She bounded over to me.
" Sparx!

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Voyeurism [Dr. Dumaya/Álmos]

January 27, 2010 - 10:51pm — Alecsander

WARNING!
This story contains mature content.
Meaning references to parts of the body, voyeurism, crude humor, creepy pick up lines, a genderless deer, implied evil deeds, and other such Mature content. If you cannot handle the mature content in a mature manner then leave this story now.
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Still here?
Then proceed.
You can't say I didn't warn you.

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I'm insane but i'm happy

January 27, 2010 - 10:47pm — PleasureLine7

I made this little thing long time ago when i realised that lots of peoples and myself was keeping their 'other self' inside of us ..Now i'm better cause like the tittle said:I'm insane now,but the hell with that cause i'm happy ^^

Running all alone...
Fighting against the world
Night is all i have
Lie and sorrow is all i can see
I am you
You are me
Living inside of you, i'm your true self
But for your friends,your familly..You are keeping me inside of your head
I am dying you know,buried under your lies
all i ever wanted was to be by your side
Running all around and share the light with you
But all i can see is darkness...
The darkness of your dying self respect !!...and for what?!
To be loved by those people who are doing the same as you!
I AM YOU...but YOU...never wanted to be me...

And again....Sorry for bad english (a)

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Sparx- Saving Serenity

January 26, 2010 - 8:37pm — Latte

It had been a week since Serenity had died, or been stolen. She was trying to save me as I was being chased by the Death God, it was all my fault. Latte had tried many times to convince me it wasn't but I knew deep down, if I hadn't run in their direction...
I sighed and looked miserably down at my hooves. Latte and I had settled down under our usual resting spot, there was a gap between us. The gap that Serenity usually rested in. I didn't know Latte quite well so we didn't talk much. My mind drifted onto Serenity...
Thats when it hit me.
Serenity had been killed by a beast once before and the gods had brought her back to life, maybe if I prayed to the gods they would help me! I had to tell Latte the plan. My eyes looked over to Latte.
" Err...Latte? "
Latte looked up, the one blue eye that was showing ( the other covered by her long fringe) was misted with sadness.
" Yes, Sparx? " She said , miserably.
" I've had and idea, to bring Serenity back! " I said, grinning
Her voice was doubtful.
" Let's hear it then? "
" When you and Serenity were killed by the beasts, the twin god brought you to life. If we prayed for Serenity and the god's help at the abiogenesis stones they may bring her back to life! "
Latte sighed, " Sparx, gods can only bring a deer back to life once, but its worth a try, I guess. "
We got to our hooves and headed for the abiogenesis stones.

When we arrived a lot of fawns were prancing around the stone, their pelts were a bright, dazzling white and they were surrounded by an eerie blue glow. Their white pelts were flecked with pink spots and their eyes were rimmed with the same pink shade.
I knelt infront of the great glowing stones and so did Latte. I prayed hard.
Then I heard a voice echoing in my head " There is only one way, meet me at moonlight " My eyes shot open and I stood up straight, glancing at Latte.
" Did you hear it to? " I asked, " The voice, I mean. "
" I did.

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Breeze

January 26, 2010 - 5:45am — Aegle

[=10] She walked to the graveyard. Her steps were slow and desperate. The music of the dead hummed through the air. At least they had no reason to hate her. No reason to even care for her presence. How she wished to be wise and silent like them.

She fell to the dusty earth. Her fur barely moving in the winter air. The sun shiny down on her relectantly. Why could she not look at them? Was it a hate for them, or for herself? Why couldn't she run free like the fawns. Why couldn't she be free like the dead?

Her eyes scattered across the grave stones. The inscriptions were illegible, nothing more than a scratch here and there. This beings were forgotten. Would it really be better to be dead? To drift off into the dusty earth. She wanted to slowly drift away, maybe a seperation from all she knew would accomplish it. They would slowly forget her just like the graves were forgotten. All good and bad memories of her would blow away with the breeze.

She could return to hiding. To be alone was her wish. One day they'll think back about her, they'll remeber the a foolish doe. One who had not yet learned to love. One who thought she could fight like a stag. One who cowered and whimpered at others approach. One who lost her son. One who gave up her love. One that loved the sunlight and quite. One who told all her secrets to the koi. One who gave up her best friend. Oh that foolish doe. They would laugh and remeber the doe. Her soft waves and slowly darkening eyes. They would forget how she left, why she left. All they knew was this doe did want to love life. She did love life. But it was to late for her to live.

Her eyes stammered open. It was dark, the sound of crickets hummed in the distance. Her body quivered in the cold, her breathe escaped as a fog. And she laid there. The branches below her fur and the trees swaying above her head. She wished the wind would blow her away and lift her to the sky... and return her to the stars.

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'Marks'...Queze's past

January 26, 2010 - 4:36am — Terabetha

So it's been forever since I wrote anything, an absolute lifetime since I wrote anything about Queze.
A lot of the imagery in this little post has been floating around my head since Queze's past
was first developed but has only now been put done in any real solid form.
I hope you enjoy and if you want anything clarified or are curious about
anything pertaining to Queze's past, feel free to comment and ask, I'm happy to divulge!

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Dych chi'n moyn dawnsio gyda fi? [Furfur Diary 9]

January 25, 2010 - 9:04pm — Alecsander

This story picks up right where Walks with memory shards ends.
If you have just stumbled upon this story by chance then head over to the Story hub to get caught up.
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Sparx- The Forest Is Darkening [Continued]

January 25, 2010 - 5:27pm — Latte

I turned, and I ran. I ran without thinking, straight in the direction of Latte and Serenity. The Deer Of Death thundered on behind me, its haunting laugh and chattering teeth rang in my ears.
I exploded into the clearing where Latte and Serenity were sleeping
" Run, Run for your lives! " I yelled at them and darted off in the other direction to the way they were running, The Deer of Death followed me.
Our speed was equally matched , but Death was a god, he would never tire. I thought frantically of what I could do..
That was it!
There was only one way I could avoid the Death God, I ran in the direction of Da drinkplaats, my breathe already beginning to run out.
Trees and bushes shot past me, deer let out calls of alarm and horror , but I ignored that. I had to keep running. I was aware I was slowing down slightly, the gap was closing between us.
The hoofbeats of Death were like drumming in my ears, the echoes never fading out. Then I saw the da drinkplaats, and hope shot into my chest. I didn't have much chance, if it went wrong, if I didn't become a bird and fly to safety. I was doomed.
I leapt over the edge of the fairy circle, Death crashing through behind me. I could smell the water now, I could hear the water trickling down onto the platform. I bent my head down whilst running and opened my mouth. As I ran water flowed into my mouth, I gulped it down then waited. Death ran closer. A flash in the distance,I looked down at myself...
I had become a toad.
Fear shot through me keeping me frozen to the spot, Death leapt at me, laughing.
Then everything happened so fast, a brown flash leapt from the bushes, slamming into the side of Death.
Death got up and reared above the fawn...It was Serenity.
" No! " I cried, Death's antlers came down.

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Motherhood [Evil Kaoori Challange]

January 25, 2010 - 6:20am — Alecsander

Warning: This is very cold, neglectful, and evil. You have been warned.

[=10]Kaoori laid on her side in the grove and watched her new child taking it's first steps. It was funny, five months ago she looked forward to this moment with hope and desire. The moment she would finally become a mother and bring life into the world.

And yet, as she looked upon the clumsy disproportionate creature before her wobbling to stand and falling repeatedly she could only feel shame. She had known Wesker had his bad hair days also, but she had been hopeful that his least desirable physical traits would spare her future child. The tiny fawn turned it's head to face it's mother with adoration and let out a muffled "mrrrrrrr". Not an adorable moo. Not a cute maww. a Mrr. She felt disgusted and looked away.

Wesker had left to find food for his new family and she was left alone to babysit that..thing. She had never thought herself shallow, but as the crippled child took it's first tentative steps towards her she could not have moved faster to recoil from it's presence.

"Mrrrr?" It stared at her with those large firey eyes and opened it's gaping jaw questioningly. "Mrrrmrrr?"

Kaoori reared violently and screamed in protest. "Get away! Get away you s-sick..you Get!" Shame. Fear. Desperation.

Another clumsy step and pleading call. "Mrrrr...?"

Wesker would return soon. He would make it better. He would take this..their son away and she could have time alone. She froze as she felt a wetness slide across her forleg and stared down at the protruding tongue of her godsforsaken child.

It was an impulse.
She couldn't explain it to Wesker when he returned.
She said it was an accident.
....
She said that she did not see their child.
That she had thought he were a snake in her confusion.
...
And yet she knew better.

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haunted past (Ra snippet one)

January 25, 2010 - 3:16am — Rakkaus

Been wanting to write something for him and couldn't think of what exactly so just let whatever come out through writing. It's just a snippet, something to help develope Rakkaus. Also, warning that it starts off dark and gore-ish, as a heads up. Hopefully it's not too dark but can show you what his past life was like and how much a difference being in the Forest is for him. I hope you enjoy! <3

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The battlefield reeked of death and the winged carrion seekers flew overhead, circling scavengers. Keepers of the souls, ready to take the dead to the next realm –whatever and wherever that might be. He could remember the detail of the carnage, of the dead littering the ground. But there was no noise and no movement but of the soul eaters in the sky.

It was like he was there, but not there. An observer who could not affect the moment frozen before him.

He could see the frozen faces of comrades and enemies alike, strewn about and riddled with holes and bathing the earth beneath them with blood. Sacrifices to the Mor-Ríoghain. To the whims of a king. Wasted lives.

As much as he wanted to walk away from the pain and failure he felt at this great loss, he couldn’t. He was pulled here often, to see what had been left behind. The carnage that he had been a part of. Found himself here, in this place, in his dreams and nightmares. It was were he went when he slept, to this blood soaked world and in a body he no longer possessed but was eerily familiar with.

He had a name, but he could not recall it.

Tall for his kind, his ancestors had been warriors and thus why he was one as well. Pale skinned and azure eyes that were dark like the night sky. Hair that was soaked with sweat and blood, black at the roots and fading out into silver tips. Whenever he dared to glance down, there’d be blood splattered upon his hands and forearms. Blood not his own, or so he assumes.

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