son of pride and lust
you let go of your inner lion.
All the Times She Ran Away - Part 1 D1In the middle of the night a front door opened, spilling light and sound out onto the street. The light that fell on the pavement is a soft yellow; light cast by a bulb that has hung in the hall for numberless years. It has not once needed changing, and never has it plunged that small room into darkness. Its glow is warm and welcoming, and all those that pass by would assume that that house contains a happy family. A safe place to call home for all those who dwell within.
But the sound that shatters through the lonely street that night would certainly alter a passer-by's opinion of that house. The shout of a man, the scream of a girl, the cry of a woman. An argument has broken out again, accompanied by the smash of yet another piece of crockery. The neighbours pull their windows shut, trying to convince themselves that it's the wind that's sending shivers up their spines rather than the sound of sorrow that is escaping the house down the street.
The sounds build up, a crescendo of voic
The Unforgiving, Ch 10, A Trap Out of ShadowsChapter 10, A Trap Out of Shadows
There were 3 main forces, or threats that the team were focused on.
1. Eggman and his robots: He had started these attacks, and it was almost certain that he was after whatever Amy possessed, he was the number one threat right now and it was imperative that the team knew his objective and that he is stopped as soon as possible.
2. Scrouge and his gang/aka the Suppression Squad: Seeing as Eggman was involved in all this, there was a strong possibility that Scourge was involved as well, and if he is, he would have a strong interest in the weapon. As a border-line psychopath he was a strong threat, and a dangerous one.
3. The new dark force: This threat was unknown, but it was indeed dangerous, and as they had just recently appeared, there was no doubt that they had a strong link between them and Amy's weapon.
The team had spit up into two teams, one to target Eggman, another to target Scrouge and the Suppression Squad.
Shadow, Tails, Knuckles, Ro
Roses in the WindHis wind stirs the petals
Or the dewdrop-strewn roses
Her flowers dance on his breeze
Washing the air in color and fragrance
He is wild and free, no master to guide his path
She; delicate and rooted, yet resilient and strong
Two sides of a coin
Two halves of a whole
Without her rose petals
His wind has no color or life
Without his wind
Her rose petals can't dance
He is freedom
She is roots
He gives her reason to break free of her roots
She gives him his roots and a purpose
Kate (day-dreamer)Kate paints her nails teal with black speckles because she says they remind her of egg shells left to warm themselves in the summer sun.
(I tell her I've never seen a teal egg but she tut-tut's at me and presses our lips to the pages of an old book until our tongues are tattooed over by words from a dead poet's mouth.)
Kate cuts her own hair with scissors she found rusting in an old, waterlogged box in her grand-father's attic.
(I tell her rust doesn't cut, only bruises, but she rolls her faded eyes like dice and tells me that's nice but I shouldn't believe everything I read.)
Kate uses honey and paper bark to wash her face because she says it's all made of star-stuff and she likes to touch the night sky.
(I tell her it doesn't equate to the same thing but Kate is a believer and my soft words don't change her.)
passion is a sinA faith-healer
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
Guiltywe sit in the pale half-light; summer dies around us. you reach over and pluck the cigarette from my fingers, inhale like it's the last time. and maybe it is.
the jury is out there somewhere, preparing to sleep on their choice. we both know that you may not come home tomorrow, but neither of us are willing to say it out loud.
smoke curls in the air between us; I pretend not to notice when your body begins to tremble. when you begin to cry, I tell myself you've rubbed ash into your eye.
Breeder Part OneBreeder
The facility was known for selling out a variety of healthy, beautiful, fertile, and exotic colored Breeders. Even Eliza has to admit that the reputation is well earned as she walks by the numerous displays of Breeding Drachs. Many of the humanoid beings flare their frills to her, each display habitat giving a decent job of showing their personality and abilities. She watches as one, a male in a display made to appear as a small glade, flares his frills and runs his hands upon the grass causing it to erupt into a multitude of brightly colored flowers. She simply smiles at the youth before continuing.
Her own Drach, a large male with tanned skin and black and grey scales with a body that made even other alpha Drachs jealous named Sable, lets out a rumble as they listen to the owner of the facility. He is in an overly expensive looking outfit of golds and purples that clash horribly with his drown hair and green eyes but show just how much he made from breeding his stock
Descending into the DarknessDark
The deepest darkness
Wandering further than you like
Beings that pursue you
Evil breeding within the walls
Sirens blaring in your head
Blood steadily staining your hands
Memories flooding back to you
How could you do that?
How are you the true source...
Of all this evil?
Before you lose your mind
You decide to take the drink
A drink in which you will forget.
Cyberwarfare Part 3: Discoveries.
Quatraxis and his fellow Reavers prepared and were debriefed on their new mission. They were to search the city and apprehend the escaped Igarrain fugitive. If the suspect turned hostile then they were given the free orders to terminate her with extreme prejudice if need be. Also, any civilian who was found collaborating with the criminal would be taken in for interrogation. Quatraxis was assigned to scan the West side of Astire. If anything suspicious arose he was ordered to report it immediately.
Quatraxis started off by going around and asking the local citizens in this part of town a few questions about if they have seen anything suspicious. While Quatraxis tried his best not to alarm anyone or give out any information he did not have to, most Braxxian citizens were completely honest with him. It is very unwise to lie to Braxxians who are sanctioned by the Civil Authority, even more so to Reavers.
“Have you seen any suspicious activity lately?” Quatraxis would go around
dead girls don't write poetrydear someone,
there are no funerals
for the flesh
for the mind
no curtains & no cremations
for all our pretty words
you can't save every patient
a corpse would warm your bed
Eye in the Sun
The front yard bathed in joy, in the day which had a name: Sunday. Sunday, yes - it was the day's name. There were only seven days in a week, sometimes there were 30 in a month while other times there were 31, 28 or 29. Most people didn't know why, neither did I. Things had always been this way. They had never changed even when years passed.
I saw my two daughters jumping and fighting with each other in the grass. (Lucy was 6 and then this other girl was maybe two years younger. Both were so short, like the puppets my mother used to make. Fragile like children without proper nutrition.) My heart, they kept alive when they broke the expensive toys. If I can't hear them screaming at each other, I would start doubting whether they were around. Those feelings fulfilled my dreams and the reason why I would decide in staying here.
For my family I was a doll too. They would not let me out of the house since they were afraid of losing me. Death had multiple names, love was one of them. I did n