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Flightless BirdWithout wings to soar to you I wait,
Given temptation but a will to resist,
I sit by the sea as it is late,
My heart now in a twist.
Sunset to sunrise,
The waves lap at my feet,
Birds giving low cries,
Waiting till we will meet.
Moonrise with no sail in sight,
Shivering as the warmth will fade,
Mist curling over the warm night,
Blood steaming from the blade.
Snow painted red,
Eyes filled with pain,
Too filled with life to be dead,
Fighting against being slain.
To the moon I howl,
My sorrow and lonely existence,
Waiting with the night owl,
For the end of the distance.
Gifted to be able to go,
Cursed to stay,
We'll wait to show,
The lighted way.
ControlI used to have it, this thing that made me cold and cruel. What did the others call it? I can't remember anymore... It's so cold, I feel like I need to remember it.
From the heavens I was cast, a very long time ago. I'm a fallen angel, as some would call it, but I fell into the sea. The son of Poseidon rescued me, giving me gills and making me the most beautiful mermaid any man could lay eyes on. But it came with a price, as I found later. We were bound, and I could no longer sing.
But from the water I watched as I bear would visit everyday and listen to me, though I could sing, it'd put the bear to sleep. But patiently the bear would come back, day after day and listen.
Poseidon's son grew jealous of the bear and all the other animals I would draw to me by singing. He wanted to destroy them and hide me away from the world, but my mother, Bastet, would never allow that my heart be broken. So she set about giving each animal a task, that if they could complete it, they would be broken f
Chosen: A Life in the Day'Why?' The best friend I knew was dead, for knowing my secret makes you a target.
"She knew too much..." Came a voice, somewhere behind me but I didn't jump, instead I glared darkly. My honey colored iris were split by a red ring, crimson in color as I locked eyes with the man behind me.
"And she's normal! She was a human! Nothing like us! How could it have done this?" I looked over my shoulder at the raging fire, clenching my fists as I stormed away. My emotions were a whirlwind, regret, hate, sorrow, but mostly anger. "Why is it that every time I trust someone who's genuine it has to kill them?" I whirled around putting two fingers on his heart, glaring up at him for the answers.
"To kill you when it cannot touch you, it tries to push you over the edge with their deaths. They are your weakness, just as I once was." My entire body shook, we'd had this same argument before, many times over the decades.
So let me explain a little bit before I get too far. We're obviously not human. We'r
An idea from my storyIt was the day after our four hundred year mark of being bonded together, where as Maku had started to fly, I was learning to ride a dragon.
I'm Draline and my partner is Maku, we were bound when the world was in chaos. It was all because of a Princess who lost her kingdom and the Shai who disrupted the order beyond.
Now you must be thinking somewhere that I'm odd, but of course. I'm a foxling, desert foxling to be exact from the great Fox god. We were a gift to man my father tells me, but as of late we've been running messages for flight practice. It gives us little time to find my family in the vast desert, though Maku loves it.
He is a black dragon, mind you, otherwise he'd be near full grown, but we're only halfway there. Since we defeated the prior champion of this region, diplomacy has us also running around. 'You are young, but even the young need to sleep' a good friend once told me.
That friend has been my near constant pain for the past decade, though it is worth it in the en
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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