If you can read this, the song is A Little Peace of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold. A WARNING, the video is very graphic.
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| Godsend; Who truly holds the power? | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 19 2008, 08:02 PM (73 Views) | |
| The White Tiger Alchemist | Mar 19 2008, 08:02 PM Post #1 |
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A Short Story written in two days, it sucks sorry. >.<; GODSEND He twined slender digits through her hair; cold, shifting, restless fingers that worked against her heated scalp. She shifted slightly, moving away from him, she did not like the odd feeling of his numb hands against her head. A ghost of a smirk twitched his upper lip and his icy, almost lifeless grey-blue eyes tried to quench the burning in her nearly glowing red orbs. “Fire and Ice.” It was a crisp speech of three words. They hung in the nightly air like the tendrils of white that cascaded in loose braids down his back, the syllables were an offering. “Two elements forced together at will.” She cringed as the frozen fingers found her heated face. “Chaos,” It was a muttered, almost half-hearted reply. His brittle smirk became permanent, became far more than just a daunting, dancing, demanding illusion. “You wish to oppose the boundaries.” Icel’s hand left her face but an infectious tingling sensation hovered on her smooth, ebony skin. Her eyes flickered and heavy lashes fluttered on her cheeks. “Yes,” A clipped, shortened response that voiced all of the racing thoughts in his twisted mind. Aine raked back her wildfire hair; red strands twisted and landed on the tree before which they stood. Its bark was whitened from the fury of Laetin when she had heard tale of Pamuya’s torment of the Japanese. They were at the center of their world, the non-existent matter that was in fact the realm of the elementals in their primitive, apish shapes. “We join in power, fire living in ice, frost at the heart of native flames, and we take the Gods’ territory.” His breath was furtive; grey-blue had morphed into a livid crystal that shimmered with life and expectancy. “What?” She hissed, taking a step back and into the lifeless light of a falcate moon. “Do you wish to have their wrath on your back? The Gods will pinch your body between fingers of power and imprison you in the flesh of mortals!” His body twitched with invisible snickers and his smirk infected the other half of his mouth. “Let them try against the might of us all!” Milky white canines flashed in exuberance and his cool shell was shattered to reveal the wild icy torment of his nature. “The Gods can do nothing against the elements lest they wish to end the lives of their precious humans!” His cold logic stole across her passionate belief in obedience and Aine’s mind was opened to his voice like a scar. He was right. Why did the Gods sit in the comfort of their utopia above all others with their true moon and real stars? Who said that the Gods held priority over the very elements themselves? A sudden, burning desire filled her lungs and exited through ruby-red painted lips. “I will join you.” His snickers rose to a sardonic laugh that reverberated across the open plains. “Come Laetin, Pamuya, Maralah, and Wispaer!” He howled; the furious chill of his demand called forth the apparition of the other elementals one by one. Each individual was beautiful from years of gazing at painted human depictions of themselves. Each one was slim in stature with glowing, incandescent eyes that matched their distinctive and humanly chosen colors. The males were clothed in baggy pants exposing their muscled chests and in turn displaying the runes that matched with their corresponding colors. The first one spoke, stepping forward ever so slightly. This man was Maralah, the embodiment of stone and age. When he spoke his voice was mellow, calm and leveled out. “You have disturbed us Icel, I demand you hurry your tongue.” Icel’s smile did not waver at the hardened words of the earth. “I want…freedom.” The apparitions hissed at each other, the runes on Maralah’s earthy toned skin glowed a golden brown and his eyes flashed, “Your musings make little sense. We are free.” “No! Wrong!” This time it was not Icel who jumped to the others but Laetin, a pale and curved woman with the face of feline proportions. Her gait wavered, as though she were ready to leap at any moment. All eyes fell upon her native white garb trimmed in violet, “We are being held here. Not kept or hospitalized as the Gods wish for us to think.” Her voice was powerful, demanding, no one could tear their eyes from her as her ghostly remnant paced. “I strike the human’s world and their breath’s rise and their eyes widen and I am alive. But then I am called away, back to this lifeless…place.” The last word was spat. “The same goes for you all. Pamuya, you rise to their waists gaily with the tide and then you are called back, forced to retreat. Maralah, you rage beneath their feet and give them a reason to respect you but you are called back to your dormant ways. Wispaer, you twist about their heads, call their tongues and then you are forced to calm.” The apparitions stirred, their runes were glowing delicately with interest and light at the truth of her words. Another stepped forward. Pamuya was a child at first sight; he had little height on him and boyish features. When he spoke his voice was light and soothing, it seemed to rock with his words and lull the others, “The result of us, our power, merging together! We would overtake the Gods, knock them from their thrones and place them in the world lost to all others. Yes!” His pellucid eyes danced as his feet moved and he twisted in a tight circle like the Natives did on their earth. “We win! We win!” “PAMUYA!” The force of an ancient voice of power silenced his chant and the whispers of the others. Wispaer gazed upon each member with restless white orbs, twisting tornadoes of gray were moving about his eyes. His runes were restless with color and his voice fell to a whisper. “It is not our place to question the ways, who is to say that the Gods are not anticipating our revolt? What power do we hold?” “More than they!” Aine stepped forward and her voice roared hot, “Wispear you have lived as long as Maralah, but that does not make you all knowing in this situation. You should be just as tired of this world as us. Wispaer fixated her with aggressive eyes, his mouth pulled tight. “I will help, I did not deny Laetin’s words.” The group nodded and faced Icel. “What plans have you?” Maralah demanded. Icel’s grin nearly split his face. “Chaos. She shall live again.” Silence. No one knew how to respond. “Are you mad!?” Pamuya cried. “No, it is the only way that we can break our boundaries!” Laetin agreed excitedly. All eyes turned to Maralah and Wispear, their faces were shadowed with wisdom. “Release the bonds of Chaos.” The two spoke in perfect unison, earth and wind had joined into one. Fire and Ice and formed a bond of power. Water and Lightning had been fused together. |
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| Raikou-Neko | Mar 19 2008, 08:08 PM Post #2 |
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that is wicked cool! Please finish~ |
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