Wednesday, August 3, 2005

   The Warrior who hates the Rain (Ep.1)
As the once Blue noon sky becomes the Evening red sky clouds move in from the East over a cliff that settles next to a small desert city. The small city of Glas that is out in the middle of a desert once was an Indian village, than became a stop and refueling town for passing Byers. The Cliff was to the East of it and a river that surrounded city flowed from the north to south around the city through the cliff. Only the western side showed a road to the desert. The city had no need for law enforcement until the new warriors of the new age became apparent. As people left their works for home, the people on the night-shift took their spots. The night time was upon the city as the red sky was being blocked by clouds still moving in. On one of the small business streets a man with short padded down brown hair wearing green cargo pants, a white T-shirt and an Army vest walked carrying a Long sword by it’s sheath. He stopped to look at the sky and cough, he looked down at the small businesses and found a doughnut shop to walk into and sat down. He sat under the window in a booth where he put his back to the curved end and put his legs up and his sword by his side. He kept one leg outstretched and the other bent. He looked at his almost visible reflection in the window. Thunder Cracked and the Rain poured down. He coughed again and looked outside to watch the ever growing darkness of night and thicker clouds. Somewhere in the neighborhood a short blonde hair man wore a black sleeveless trench coat with a black street fighter’s outfit underneath. He walked on the side walk under the small canapes the shops would have. Rain would splash down on his hair every time he passed bu a new shop. In the same neighbor hood a man with a Black purple striped Samurai outfit stood in an ally his hands at the sides his swords on his belt sheathed. His hippie looking hair was getting wet from the small amount of rain falling down between the buildings. And on the cliff on the ragged edge over looking the city a man stood with his long rifle under his large western trench coat. The rain was dripping down off the sides of his wide brimmed hat. And in another place in town a woman stood against her fire escape out side of her hotel room she had brown hair and a revealing assassin’s clothing with the drops of water dripping down on her body from the rest of the fire escape above hers. In the small business neighborhood the Blonde haired man stopped walking and stood in front of the ally the Samurai looking man stood. He turned and faced the Samurai and looked him in the face. The Samurai grabbed his swords and waited...

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Wednesday, July 13, 2005

my real name
sorry to say D.J. Lucas is a allis my real name will remain unknown for now Mytho Relkri'V is the Name you can call me but if you still want to call me D.J. that's okay
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

werid
while serching the Net for Things to put on my site here. i typed my Name Mytho. which i put together Myth + O = Mytho. well i typed it in under google along with Anime before it and got an Anime website, Talking about Princess Tutu, as i scrolled down i find pictures of a Prince named Mytho. now this Mytho has White hair adn everything else i would of pictured him with. So if any one wonders i got the name myself and discovered the Prince kinda Werid in some sort of way but whatever
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