Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Not updating today
Sorry, not updating today... I need to make some changes to the story. I will also be gone till sunday, so there is another thing. I want to say that I am sorry it was so long and that no one posted their comments (( Except 2 fine people )). But I aint mad, just dissappointed cause you guys are my fuel for writing and insperation through this time of mental abuse to myself. Thank you to all who support me to the fullest ^_^. I will see ya Monday with the new post. Love yas,
Bloodmire
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Update 4
Yeah, you might as well get use to daily updates lol. Here is me new one.

Update
Chapter 1

In the lands of Lumeria, far into the east, there is a small country known as Garudia. Also known as the Forest of Shadow, tall dense trees with trunks the size of elephants rise high into the skies, with the biggest touching over the clouds miles above. Under the large branches and leaves, only the slightest of light touches the forest floor, leaving darkness to rule and figures, like shadows, to walk it. Only the River of Theadon and the mountains of Herard seperate this forest country from the rest of the Lumerain world.
In this forest, across a certain part of the Theadon river, there is a path that is rugged and harsh to travel, where only the most mastered of tracking could follow. For hours, this trail leads deeper and deeper into the forest, away from even a sign of day above, where beast of unknown lurks in the dark ahead. Further and further you will travel, by light would be the choice, until you come to a wall of tangle vines and thick undergrowth. To this point, it seems that there is no way through, but look harder and you would fine and small opening under the mess of vines.
Walking through, you would come to an opening, sun shining from the open spaces above. Green grass and delicated flowers being underfoot, and a small beaten dirt path. only a few yards away to where the dirt road leads is a tree that is bigger than all the rest, its trunk so large that not even five giants could reach its arms around and even so taller that not even ten could reach its top. A steel door of 10' tall was built to where the path stopped, and many windows, bared by steel also, covered up its massive side. On branches there were doors weapons perched on each. And above the door was the grandest sight of all, a Gryphon of Gold, nailed to the tree itself in all its pride and power. This was the base of the Golden Gryphon.
The Golden Gryphon, though only a whisper in the other Lumerian Countries, are a group of talented and extremely trained individuals. To many, they are heroes in the dark forest. But to some, they are the bane of all their work and power, taking away their control of the land, for they spark hope in all of a better life without the control of others. To put it best, there are no followers, but leaders that stand by each other and works together in ways that others only wish they could.
But, saints are not these people, for they do not accomidate their powers for free. Even though they only work for the forces of good, they still take payment, large amounts, to keep their coffers full. And even so, many of them came here from lives hidden or of terrible memorance. This is the second chance, an escape, and a challenge for these individuals. Despite this, they still look to defeat evil as much as possible. This is their goal and this is there lives. None can change it now.

Sitting alone in his room at the top of the tree, Syilos watched as the sun rise from his open hutch, the dark red rays shooting into his room. Shielding the glare from his small, silver eyes, he could not help but smile in this moment. As the light bared down upon him, he stood up in his naked form, a gaunt but strong muscular structure glowing from the tint of blue skin, beautiful in every nature. Even his hair, the dark grey from his scalp, was silky and showed much of the way he was, touching his lower back in a long braid.
Deciding to get ready for the day, he opens a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a pair of black cotton pants, sliding them on and fastening them with a belt. Then, he closed that one and opened another to retrieve a deep blue shirt and pulled it over his head. Finally, he grabbed a long strips of cloth from the bottom drawer and wrapped them around his feet and hands.
To some, this was ackward to see someone using these cloth wrappings, seeing no point in their use. But, they are fools in the mind of Syilos, who used them for comfort in the blue steel armor that was sitting on its display in the corner of his room. Going to it, he began to don it over him, taking much time, no rush, for perfection and no problems with it. Then, ending with the boots and gauntlets, he knew that he would not come home with blisters and calicius upon his hand or feet, flesh still clean and pure as the day he was born.
As he completed himself with the his double-bladed sword, both sides sheathed in superb leather cloth, he was unaware of the flying figure that was heading towards his hutch. As the sun began to turn to shadow, he could not help but growl and whispered slander under his voice.
Falling in from the hutch, Ark laughed as he ruffled his feathery red hair, clawed hands coming through it. He was about nine feet tale, with an average body build, if you can even call it that when he surpassed Syilos in every form. He was a beautiful Aerovan creature to say the least, with his eyes a cheerful and gentle gold, his wings a black and red in the light of the sun, and a smile so charming that even a man can not help but smile or laugh. But for Syilos, this ment bothering and annoyance.
" What do you want, Ark Redhaven?" spoke a harden, yet still careful and musical voice of the Shadow elf.
Seeming hurt, Ark stopped smilling and just laughed nervious in his upbeat and quick sound. " Sorry, Syilos. I was ordered to come and get you this morning, cause no one wanted to walk all the way up here to get you... Seeming that you are the only one who enjoys the long walk. Do you really like walking 104 stories?"
" No, Ark. I do it to cause pure anguish and pain to myself... I just love the dreadful hype that it gives me," answered Syilos, a dark sarcasm releasing at Ark.
Again, he felt hurt by the hateful tongue of his fellow warrior, but took it all the same. " Ok, Syilos... Umm, we need to get down the tree. I think I will run down with you today, if that is alright?" Even the deafess ear could here the sound of worry in his voice, a defeated soul trying to recover.
Shrugging with annoyance, he shook his head before telling him in the same sarcastic voice, " Why not? Come on. I am sure this will be fun." And then they were off through the large steel door in the far end of the room.

It was an hour before they reached the bottom, neither seeming to be exhausted from the long descend. As they were going down the last few floors though, a side door openned and out walked a beautiful and young Heaven Elf, dressed in a gown of gold and white that gave compliment to the glowing golden skin she wore, and glittering brazzen hair. She was like an Angel from the Paradise and many could not match her beauty, a simple sweet smile with a tinted golden eyes. A far great number would think her flawless in all her ways, but few knew her knack of bad luck and causing problems, such as coming out on Ark as he was coming down the stairs, causing him to jump over her and roll down the last four flights with several hard thuds.
" Oh my goodness," she screamed as she watched him fall, turning to Syilos, who was now at her side with an impish grin upon his face.
Laughing, he turned to the Heaven Elf and stated, " Once again, Ora, you have proven to be a useful little creature. I thank you for allowing me such a wonderful display of entertainment," Bowing as every work snaked between his lips.
" As always, you are a cold hearted bastard to that kind creature... You do not deserve to be called a Gryphon you demented blackgaurd!" she screamed at him before rushing down the stairs to see if Ark was ok.
Down below, the dazed Ark only rubbed his head and stood up, looking like nothing more than a few bruises and scrapes found themselve upon him. As he looked up, he found the room to have a few others in the room, eying him curiously and questionably. Laughing, he looked up to see Ora finally making it to him.
" Are you ok, Ark?" she asked, pulling out her holy symbol of Heli' Dorion, a golden hand clasping a silver sword.
" I am fine. Just a little banged up. Nothing to worry your clerical powers," he said in his most reassuring voice, which at that moment was a mix between frieghtened and ashamed.
" Well, it doesn't matter," she bellowed at him," I am taking a look at you no matter your complaining." She knew well that he never spoke truly of his wounds in the past. Even to this day, she could never forgive him for one that almost took him from the world of the living.

Sitting by himself in a balcony above the commotion, a handsome young man could not help but shake his head and sigh. Pushing back the streaked blue and black hair from his soft green eyes, he combed with his hands and allowed it flow freely, hanging just above his shoulder. He had the face of a teenage, no older than sixteen, and always the kind-hearted feel coming from his melovelent face. Yet, no one could deny the dark pressence that leaped from his body, a dark aura that seems to push and keep people at bay. Not many knew his story and only one knew the truth. But, no matter the case, they can also can not deny his overwhelming power to keep people close, to give hope and prosperious courage to every fight.
But, who exactly is this man, many would ask, and they would get this answer... " He is the darkness that seems to always give light. Through perial or tragedy, you will never find doom. If you die, you leave this world with pride. If you live, then honor be your day. This is who he is and nothing will ever change..." Of course, there are some who will tell you he is Myth Legend, the unnofficial second in command of the Golden Gryphons.
As he bent over the ledge and watched as Ark was trying to escape the clutches of Ora, a figure stepped out from the shadows, materializing from the nothingness. This figure was robed in a black leather cloak, the hood pulled low over his face so that none could see it. He slouched over, unable to tell that he was bending his knees and has the stance of a tiger, ready to pounces at an open prey.
" So, Silence... you have returned?" said a voice of enlightenment, Myth turning to his new company, his long blue coat sweeping against the ground, the coat keeping concealed his whole body, not one scene of what laid underneath.
A sound so soft, a whisper into the graze of wind fell upon the open ears of Myth, speaking of what he found, but never a sound, unless wanted to be heard, could be known by anyone else.
" Thank you, Darkness... You may go now. I shall relay your report to everyone during the meeting..."
Seeming satisfied, he began to turn back, now struck with a quick and immediate thought.
" Wait, Shadow! I have one more thing for you... find Razikiel. I just remembered that he has not returned for many days, and his presence is most necissary... go!" he ushered with urgency, seeming perplex by the unnerving thought.
Bowing to the order, the figure stepped into the darkness and dissappeared. Light suddenly shined where the black was, and nothing was there except a solid wooden wall.

Silence is my call and fear is my enemy. I sit here with my blade of vengeance, waiting for my victim to come. I shall strike with the fierceness of a demon, but with cunning and speed of a fox. This is my promise to you.
These were thoughts running through the mind of Razikiel Lazurus Valodiac, a boy with eyes of fiery red and ice cold blue, changing every moment of his wake, somewhere in the forest of shadow. His madness did not stop there though, for his hair was long and tangled and massed with days without wash, only a hint of the silver shine, like metal, in the soft glare of the only light that touched through the overbearing darkness. Even his armor spoke of many things about him, made from the scales of a dragon, black as the darkest night and drowned in sorrow. He was also covered by a cloak, yet his was of black fur, striped in red like a tiger, and its hood, currently not pulled over his head, was even more so spoken of the creature he had to kill, with its top skull still fixed in the fur, two long fangs jutting from the jaw, with smaller edged around them. In its eyes, two rubies that were dull even with the tinted glare.
He had been hunting for days out in the forest, his weapon of dragon bone grasped in his hand, for the creature that had attacked him some time ago. It did nothing to harm him, but his wife, Areolyn, was injured by the beast. Leaving Ryick with her, he went out by himself to slay it, not letting it leave in peace. Finally, he had tracked it to its layer, a hollow opening in the base of a tree, much larger than his own home.
He brandished the blade and stared eye to eye with the empty eye socket of the horned dragon's head that was placed at the butt of the sword. Two thin lines could be seen between them and all the way down the blade. At this instant, it wasn't clear why. It did not matter.
Suddenly, a roar echoed from the hollow tree base, its force echoing through the forest. Stepping out of the tree was a creature that stood nearly eighteen feet tall, broad and muscular, its flesh torn and an ashen grey in the soft light. It had coarsed hair running all over its body, with long pointed fingers and a long crooked nose. It wielded a small tree trunk in its hand and eyes with wild yellow about the area.
" Come out, you scum! " It shouted into the forest, its rumble shaking everything about. " I know your there... I smell your putrid stench, the sweat and blood that you bled to follow me thick in the air. Come out!"
Getting up from his place, the silent warrior came out of the moss and weeds and faced his opponent with his head hung low and disrespectfully turned his back on the creature. A cry of rage rang out as the monster lurched forward with its large tree, the intent to kill made clear in its attack. Yet, even though his doom was for certain, he made no attempt to move. As the "club" struck him, the beast only laugh in hysteria at this.
Removing the Club from its embedment into the ground, he looked happily for the splatter of gore upon the ground. But, to his surprise, it was no where to be seen, only the imprint of the club. Quickly looking at the club itself though, he discovered a hole that was not there before, and inside, the glowing red of a predators eyes.

Coming out of the darkness some feet away, the figure had no clue of what was happening. Just knowing that the one he seeked would be close, he was not prepared for the sounds that he began to hear. First there was a roar, then screaming for someone, then another roar. In the end, he come to find a massive troll with a look of glee in his eye. To this moment, he believed the thing had just killed something, making it heartened with joy. But, for the figure, he knew death better than no one else knew, and already could tell the creature was doom, all from the glowing ruby eyes of the tiger cloak inside the hollowed out hole.

Lunging out of the hole, Razikiel stabbed the blade deep into the trolls throat, its sound a sickening clack as bone met bone. The blood splashed out from the wound as he ripped out the sword, covering himself in the creature red life. No longer was he bare from his head, but covered by the hood of the tiger cloak, the eyes on top glowing, and his face now shrouded in darkness. It was rare for him to take this form, the killer of no remorse, but when he did, nothing lived. That was the case for this troll.
Pulling apart the sword, he now carried two halves, both changing into a sword of darkness and one of light, and they struck a blow each into the neck of the gaint, tearing and cutting away at the flesh.

It was another ten minutes before he was done, the corpse falling backwards moments into the attack, landing with a quackening thud. He had completely severed the head and ripped the body to pieces, making sure that all knew the price to pay for waking his wrath.
Pulling off the cloak and cleaning his blades of blood, he put the swords back together and sheathed it to his back. Openning a bag of holding that he had around his waist, he shoved the whole cloak inside and began to walk off towards the direction he had come.

Finally finding a time to talk to him, the figure walked out in front of Razikiel and bowed even lower to the ground.
" Hello Master" spoke a sharp and whispered voice, a dark gloved hand reaching out to him.
" Phantom... What are you doing here?" Responded a completely different person than the one before, the look of madness gone from his eyes and the color of bronze replacing the red and blue.
Shaking its head, the figure just laughed. " I was sent to find you, Master. Myth seemed worried about you, unlike his normality... But I must confess, you had been gone for many long days. I was not sure myself of your safety."
" Never mind that... Listen, I need you now to go find Areolyn... she should be somewhere in the forest. I left Ryick with her. Take her back and send Ryick home. I will use my teleport ring to get back... I will see you in a while."
The figure then nodded, leaving him once more through the shadows.
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Monday, September 12, 2005

Update
Chapter 1

In the lands of Lumeria, far into the east, there is a small country known as Garudia. Also known as the Forest of Shadow, tall dense trees with trunks the size of elephants rise high into the skies, with the biggest touching over the clouds miles above. Under the large branches and leaves, only the slightest of light touches the forest floor, leaving darkness to rule and figures, like shadows, to walk it. Only the River of Theadon and the mountains of Herard seperate this forest country from the rest of the Lumerain world.
In this forest, across a certain part of the Theadon river, there is a path that is rugged and harsh to travel, where only the most mastered of tracking could follow. For hours, this trail leads deeper and deeper into the forest, away from even a sign of day above, where beast of unknown lurks in the dark ahead. Further and further you will travel, by light would be the choice, until you come to a wall of tangle vines and thick undergrowth. To this point, it seems that there is no way through, but look harder and you would fine and small opening under the mess of vines.
Walking through, you would come to an opening, sun shining from the open spaces above. Green grass and delicated flowers being underfoot, and a small beaten dirt path. only a few yards away to where the dirt road leads is a tree that is bigger than all the rest, its trunk so large that not even five giants could reach its arms around and even so taller that not even ten could reach its top. A steel door of 10' tall was built to where the path stopped, and many windows, bared by steel also, covered up its massive side. On branches there were doors weapons perched on each. And above the door was the grandest sight of all, a Gryphon of Gold, nailed to the tree itself in all its pride and power. This was the base of the Golden Gryphon.
The Golden Gryphon, though only a whisper in the other Lumerian Countries, are a group of talented and extremely trained individuals. To many, they are heroes in the dark forest. But to some, they are the bane of all their work and power, taking away their control of the land, for they spark hope in all of a better life without the control of others. To put it best, there are no followers, but leaders that stand by each other and works together in ways that others only wish they could.
But, saints are not these people, for they do not accomidate their powers for free. Even though they only work for the forces of good, they still take payment, large amounts, to keep their coffers full. And even so, many of them came here from lives hidden or of terrible memorance. This is the second chance, an escape, and a challenge for these individuals. Despite this, they still look to defeat evil as much as possible. This is their goal and this is there lives. None can change it now.

Sitting alone in his room at the top of the tree, Syilos watched as the sun rise from his open hutch, the dark red rays shooting into his room. Shielding the glare from his small, silver eyes, he could not help but smile in this moment. As the light bared down upon him, he stood up in his naked form, a gaunt but strong muscular structure glowing from the tint of blue skin, beautiful in every nature. Even his hair, the dark grey from his scalp, was silky and showed much of the way he was, touching his lower back in a long braid.
Deciding to get ready for the day, he opens a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a pair of black cotton pants, sliding them on and fastening them with a belt. Then, he closed that one and opened another to retrieve a deep blue shirt and pulled it over his head. Finally, he grabbed a long strips of cloth from the bottom drawer and wrapped them around his feet and hands.
To some, this was ackward to see someone using these cloth wrappings, seeing no point in their use. But, they are fools in the mind of Syilos, who used them for comfort in the blue steel armor that was sitting on its display in the corner of his room. Going to it, he began to don it over him, taking much time, no rush, for perfection and no problems with it. Then, ending with the boots and gauntlets, he knew that he would not come home with blisters and calicius upon his hand or feet, flesh still clean and pure as the day he was born.
As he completed himself with the his double-bladed sword, both sides sheathed in superb leather cloth, he was unaware of the flying figure that was heading towards his hutch. As the sun began to turn to shadow, he could not help but growl and whispered slander under his voice.
Falling in from the hutch, Ark laughed as he ruffled his feathery red hair, clawed hands coming through it. He was about nine feet tale, with an average body build, if you can even call it that when he surpassed Syilos in every form. He was a beautiful Aerovan creature to say the least, with his eyes a cheerful and gentle gold, his wings a black and red in the light of the sun, and a smile so charming that even a man can not help but smile or laugh. But for Syilos, this ment bothering and annoyance.
" What do you want, Ark Redhaven?" spoke a harden, yet still careful and musical voice of the Shadow elf.
Seeming hurt, Ark stopped smilling and just laughed nervious in his upbeat and quick sound. " Sorry, Syilos. I was ordered to come and get you this morning, cause no one wanted to walk all the way up here to get you... Seeming that you are the only one who enjoys the long walk. Do you really like walking 104 stories?"
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Sunday, September 11, 2005

New Update
Ok... so now I am going to be posting all of what was already wrote and the new paragraph or more that I do each day... just give me the thought of if it is good or not.

Chapter 1

In the lands of Lumeria, far into the east, there is a small country known as Garudia. Also known as the Forest of Shadow, tall dense trees with trunks the size of elephants rise high into the skies, with the biggest touching over the clouds miles above. Under the large branches and leaves, only the slightest of light touches the forest floor, leaving darkness to rule and figures, like shadows, to walk it. Only the River of Theadon and the mountains of Herard seperate this forest country from the rest of the Lumerain world.
In this forest, across a certain part of the Theadon river, there is a path that is rugged and harsh to travel, where only the most mastered of tracking could follow. For hours, this trail leads deeper and deeper into the forest, away from even a sign of day above, where beast of unknown lurks in the dark ahead. Further and further you will travel, by light would be the choice, until you come to a wall of tangle vines and thick undergrowth. To this point, it seems that there is no way through, but look harder and you would fine and small opening under the mess of vines.
Walking through, you would come to an opening, sun shining from the open spaces above. Green grass and delicated flowers being underfoot, and a small beaten dirt path. only a few yards away to where the dirt road leads is a tree that is bigger than all the rest, its trunk so large that not even five giants could reach its arms around and even so taller that not even ten could reach its top. A steel door of 10' tall was built to where the path stopped, and many windows, bared by steel also, covered up its massive side. On branches there were doors weapons perched on each. And above the door was the grandest sight of all, a Gryphon of Gold, nailed to the tree itself in all its pride and power. This was the base of the Golden Gryphon.
The Golden Gryphon, though only a whisper in the other Lumerian Countries, are a group of talented and extremely trained individuals. To many, they are heroes in the dark forest. But to some, they are the bane of all their work and power, taking away their control of the land, for they spark hope in all of a better life without the control of others. To put it best, there are no followers, but leaders that stand by each other and works together in ways that others only wish they could.
But, saints are not these people, for they do not accomidate their powers for free. Even though they only work for the forces of good, they still take payment, large amounts, to keep their coffers full. And even so, many of them came here from lives hidden or of terrible memorance. This is the second chance, an escape, and a challenge for these individuals. Despite this, they still look to defeat evil as much as possible. This is their goal and this is there lives. None can change it now.

Sitting alone in his room at the top of the tree, Syilos watched as the sun rise from his open hutch, the dark red rays shooting into his room. Shielding the glare from his small, silver eyes, he could not help but smile in this moment. As the light bared down upon him, he stood up in his naked form, a gaunt but strong muscular structure glowing from the tint of blue skin, beautiful in every nature. Even his hair, the dark grey from his scalp, was silky and showed much of the way he was, touching his lower back in a long braid.
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Saturday, September 10, 2005

Continue
The Golden Gryphon, though only a whisper in the other Lumerian Countries, are a group of talented and extremely trained individuals. To many, they are heroes in the dark forest. But to some, they are the bane of all their work and power, taking away their control of the land, for they spark hope in all of a better life without the control of others. To put it best, there are no followers, but leaders that stand by each other and works together in ways that others only wish they could.

I am going to be doing about a paragraph a day now... I hope no one cares ^_^ I don't want to over do it.
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Friday, September 9, 2005

Trying again!
In the lands of Lumeria, far into the east, there is a small country known as Garudia. Also known as the Forest of Shadow, tall dense trees with trunks the size of elephants rise high into the skies, with the biggest touching over the clouds miles above. Under the large branches and leaves, only the slightest of light touches the forest floor, leaving darkness to rule and figures, like shadows, to walk it. Only the River of Theadon and the mountains of Herard seperate this forest country from the rest of the Lumerain world.
In this forest, across a certain part of the Theadon river, there is a path that is rugged and harsh to travel, where only the most mastered of tracking could follow. For hours, this trail leads deeper and deeper into the forest, away from even a sign of day above, where beast of unknown lurks in the dark ahead. Further and further you will travel, by light would be the choice, until you come to a wall of tangle vines and thick undergrowth. To this point, it seems that there is no way through, but look harder and you would fine and small opening under the mess of vines.
Walking through, you would come to an opening, sun shining from the open spaces above. Green grass and delicated flowers being underfoot, and a small beaten dirt path. only a few yards away to where the dirt road leads is a tree that is bigger than all the rest, its trunk so large that not even five giants could reach its arms around and even so taller that not even ten could reach its top. A steel door of 10' tall was built to where the path stopped, and many windows, bared by steel also, covered up its massive side. On branches there were doors weapons perched on each. And above the door was the grandest sight of all, a Gryphon of Gold, nailed to the tree itself in all its pride and power. This was the base of the Golden Gryphon.

Ok... oppinions... is this a good introduction? If so, give me your best thought... if you think there are some problems, either 1, bring them to my attention... or 2, do that and fix them the way you see fit... thanks ^_^

Oh, and here are some things that I have written... I hope you like them...

Lost in a moment of madness and carnage. Flying on wings of heaven and hell. Up and down it is all the same. You are going one way or the other. There is no compromise.

Senseless battle and hopeless babbles. Trying to find truth in two different ways. Never knowing what is really the right.

Darkness and Light are one in the same. It all depends on how you look at it. For in darkness, you may find what you really want and never need the light. Same way goes for the other. Its all how you look at the world.

To love, you must hate. To hate, you must love. For to love your enemy is to understand your enemy. To hate your enemy is to respect him.

Courage does not mean you are fearless. It only means that you understand it. For this, you face fear with the knowing knowledge that it is there and you can only become stronger by facing it.

Vengence is a path to familiar to all, for none are safe from its grasp. For vengence is the darkest evil that man can know, destroying everything within its path without distinction.

To be mad is said to be insane. But to be insane means to be crazy. Yet, madness nor insanity have nothing to connect them, for madness is the moment in ones life where there is nothing left to keep them bound to the world of reality, where the insane were never here in the first place.

I am fearful... for I am human. For I am greedy... I am human. For I am angry... I am human. For I am hurt... I am now a monster.

Strength is power that is said to control all, for it breaks bones and hurts the body. Yet, strength holds no ground before the power of words, for the mightest man can fall to the voice of a thousand weak.
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Monday, September 5, 2005

Crying
I can't do it anymore... I just can't... I can't write anymore. My talent has left me... all of it is in my head, every story and every image, but it can't come out in words... it is frustrating and hurts so bad to lose something that you were good... the only thing that you were good at... I could right a story... they weren't the best, but I be damned if they weren't ok... and now I can't right anything... not one damn sentence... it never sounds right and the story always sounds horrible... I just need help... lots lots lots of help that no one here can give me...Now I am just sitting here crying... it really does hurt that bad... it hurts that bad...
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Monday, August 29, 2005

PROBLEMS!
(( Anyone who is reading this today, I tell you now that if you wish not to hear or horrendious words and me being a jerk, continue down till you see me say ok ))

Damn it all to hell!
Can anyone help me please? Please? I am become so fed up with this bullshit! See, I use to be able to right a pretty good story without revising or anything, just out of my head, right? Then I could go back and make it better with lots of more detail and better sentences, ok? Well guess what, I can't anymore and it is pissing my off to the point that I will give up writing forever! Damn fucking piece of shit writers block is what it is! Damn it!


(( OK ))

On other news, I have just bought the best book ever in my life... Vampire Hunter D Vol.1... it is good novel, not manga, Novel! HEH HEH!

Yeah... so... I have nothing else to say... bye
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Saturday, August 27, 2005

New Book
This is the beginning I am trying to write... I don't think it is that great... but let me know what you think ^_^;;

Chapter 1: The One Eyed Slayer

The blood was thick as it dripped from the clenched fist of the young boy, flowing from the wound upon his shoulder. The wound was deep, torn by a serrated blade. Covering his eye with his other hand, even more blood drained from him, falling from his chin onto the white cotton shirt he wore. In his eye, a blaze of fiery fury stired in the dark green hue, madness filling his heart from the view of two women laying at his feet.
A smile of grim satisfaction laid upon the cold black eyes of their attacker, a warrior dressed in the cold black steel of armor, wielding a blade of wickedness that bore every ounce of fresh red liquid upon its serrated edges. With hair wild and black, flowing in the night winds, he looked like a demon in the eerie mist the cover the ground, glowing in the basque of the silver moon. He stared upon the boy with amusement, anxiously awaiting him, watching his every move.
" Well, boy? Are you going to just sit there or pick you up a weapon? There are two nice sword in those ladies belts. Why not take one? I would feel so bad to kill you without a fight..." and then he laughed, taunting and showering the boy with tension.
But, as the man said, two sword were in the belts of the woman, two blades representing the knightly order of Mythica.
Gritting his teeth, the boy removed his hand from his eye, only to reveal the sick truth. A deep ran across his cheek and his right eye was stabbed, rip from his skull, by this man. Bending over, he took the two swords from the women, shinging of metal as they left their scabbers. He held them close at first, before making a stance and reading himself.
Again, laughter escaped the man, " So... you are a dual wielder boy? I would have never guessed... Well, it won't matter long, your death shall be quick enough. "
Holding his weapon to the side, he stared at the boy with eyes of a madman and struck with fierce speed. The strike was hard and fast from above, meaning to cleave him in two, but the boy surprised him. Stepping to the right, he struck the blade away with his left sword and counter with the right. Already in a full swing, the blade caught the warrior in surprise, slashing into his jaw. The sword had cleanly through and left the black warrior scream in agony.
Backing away from the boy, the man cursed and screamed as he held his jaw. " You bastard! Look what you have done! You shall pay!"
Coming at him again, he swung hard at the boys right side, taking advantage of the missing eye. Yet, even as the blade came, it was like the boy had already forgotten the eye he once had and blocked the sword with both of his. Pushing the blade back, he swung both swords into his left shoulder, one going down into his chest and the other completely removing the arm. Again, was there tormented sounds.
In a moment of confusion, the man stared at the boy with disbelief, going into shock and hysteria. " How? How did you do that? How could you make yourself so in synch with the missing eye so quickly?"
And in a dark and soft tone, he answered, " I was already blind in that eye". Then he fell, falling victim to the blood lost.

He awoke with a headache and a feeling of nausia in a soft feather, a warm cover wrapped tightly around his body. As his eyes opened, he squinted to the strain of even the slightest of firelight. Finally, his eyes were open and he began to look around the room. It was simple, with a table and some chairs, a fireplace in the far corner, and a window that allowed small rays of the moon to pass inside the room. Laying with their heads upon the bed next to him, two women seem to be sleeping. At this moment, he smiled, glad that the women were fine.
Getting out of bed, he found his arm doctored and his head covered in cloth and bandage. Moving about the room, he discovered his body was cramped and tense, bed sore and strained. Finally, he was able to relax and walked to the table, where he found some bread and cheese with a half a pint of wine on the table. Sitting down, he devored the delicious food and drained the sweet taste of wine, loving every moment. He did not realize how long he had been asleep or the reason for his actions, but he did with passion.
Satisfied, he moved to an object he had not seen. A mirror, nailed to the back wall where the bed was, stained and black with age. Wipping away the grime, he finally could see himself. He was not the most handsome boy to say the least, a hard stricken persona to his life.
He had light white hair that was shoulder length, ussually messy and dirty, well groomed and pulled back into a braid. His eye was now a tender and much more innocent stare than the time before, and it was relief to him. His face was not the prettiest in the world, scarred by the constant battles he had been in and the long journey of survival. Even his skin reflected his hard life, dull and grey, pale from the days of starving and keeping from the light. Though, his clothes were a mass improvement. Instead of a cotton or leather, they were soft silk. A deep red long sleeve shirt adorn his upper torso and a dark black pants upon his legs. Such a soft and comfortable texture he thought. Looking back at the women, he could not thank them enough.

(( Well, there ya go... you want more, let me know... I do not think it is that good, but who says what I think matters ^_^))

Bloodmire
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

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Heylo Everyone!
How are you? Me? Fine!
Well, I decided it was time for a change from my ordinarily bad ass pic of D to another unordinarily bad ass of my sweet mother of pearl pic. I hope you like it. Also, about my song... yeah... I like that you all liked it... but you never told me how it made you FEEL! God, Morons!
I love you :: Sweet innocent grin ::
I am in one of my happy shoot me in the head Im too hyper modes... So... yeah!
Weeee Weee wee we we we
Yeah... Its over now.
Anyways, give me a PM to all those who have not spoken to me in a long time and stuff... laters... oh, and how do you like the new BG... and if anyone can tell me where some good Anime Music for my Site I can find, let me know!

With Love,
Bloodmire
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