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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 1, 2009 11:59:10 GMT -6
starting this as a place to write out random feelings that i need to when it comes to rp that don't fit with any rp i'm currently doing. If anyone sees something that they like and want to start something lemmy know.
Heavy pants fell from the mouth in gulps, lungs burning with the fresh scent of earth and vegetation. The wind tore against flesh and hummed soulfully in the ears as the world passed by in a complete blur. Such was the thrill of running.
His muscles burned and threatened to fail him now but sheer adrenaline kept pushing the large wolf to the brink of it's power; mighty and breathtaking the beast swept past all in a great smear of reddish coat, his tail streaming out behind him like a last minute flag.
There was no way of knowing just what in his heart of hearts he was running for; the thrill of the chase of some distant prey, the idea that someone might be trailing close or just the pleasure of feeling the tide of air course over his body.
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Post by Aveilthé on Sept 1, 2009 13:26:05 GMT -6
Lol nice! I took this the wrong way though: "Heavy pants fell from the mouth in gulps" I was like... Kiku, RANKOU!!! XD
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Post by Relairah on Sept 1, 2009 17:10:06 GMT -6
Omg same with me XD It wasn't until the second paragraph I was like, "Oh.. my bad <.<;" But yea that's funneh... makes me excited to roleplay something XD
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 1, 2009 21:10:25 GMT -6
hmm...well apparently my mind is in the gutter no matter what x.x; lol
didn't mean to make it get ya all flustered in the beginning xD i guess running is a lot like bumping uglies? oO
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 29, 2009 23:26:31 GMT -6
The scent of suicide lay heavy on the nose; a copper sickness that was as sweet as it was disgusting. I could feel the pressure at the base of my spine; and the splitting headache that was simply the result of a bullet lodged there withing my brain's depths.
So this was the end... That was what ran through my mind. How stupid a way to die; how stupid a way to perish by taking your very life into your own hands. She pushed me to do it, i thought bitterly as i tasted life's blood on my tongue and both choked upon it and laughed. The stupid bitch would regret it in the morning, when she would awake in that fake lovers arms, rise to make her coffee in the early morn. She would find my quickly cooling body and her screams would shake the foundation of this wretched house.
how delightful....and yet so painfully nostalgic at the very same time. If only i could be around to witness such a tragedy...
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Dec 16, 2009 0:51:43 GMT -6
 City life. It called to him; pumped through his blood like a life force that moved him. The scent, the sound the sights; all of it was Ahren Nickolas. A modern vampire with a quirk all his own, a lady killer never really content with settling down with anyone. Constantly he was on the move, well known but never really actually known at all. Tonight was different however, memories clouding his usually sarcastic and carefree attitude. Reminiscent and hidden in a bar filled with far too much smoke the red head turned over a dog tag in his hand; over and over. Green oculars were distant as he sat with one leg propped up on a bar stool, his body seated in the window sill of said hole in the wall bar.
There was nothing to this place; no loud music, no sexy women to chase after. It was exactly where you -WOULDN'T- look to find Ahr. Still he lingered, absorbed to his own thoughts until they were abruptly interrupted by the crash of glass breaking. A bar fight...typical.
With a sigh, the mis-placed god of a man rose from his casual position, one hand sweeping through his shorter but still shaggy hair, green oculars sweeping across the scene briefly before making his exit. |
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Post by Monkey Monk on Dec 16, 2009 15:04:12 GMT -6
Kiku ma'love! *tackle-hug* What a muse inspiring scene =D
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Jan 15, 2010 22:38:03 GMT -6
The scent of incense smothered ones nose in the heat of this summer night; but it did nothing but heighten every other instinct to the clear and luminous skies above. Galaxies could be seen from this jut in the mountains; swirling stars of the milky-way and the ever present moon to set the whole sky a glow. A meteor shower added to the dazzling effects and magic at work here; silver bolts skipping across the dark blue skies like rain.
It was here in these cliffs that the chant of mountain people made their voices heard; a low gravely tone that rolled from one rock to another and was basically the essence of the mountains themselves. Yes, these cliffs sang.
They also danced too...for the heavy drumbeat carried through the walls of stone and the stomping of feet around a rather large fire caused things to shift and stir. An old woman in robes of earthy browns and plumbs shifted her weight and let her voice fall from the others; her leathery and wrinkled old hands gathering up a few spices and other such witchery before she tossed it into the licking flames, her clan continuing to sing and dance all around her.
The fires exploded in an epic and powerful display of blue and green; the smoke rising from the fire producing the powerful and unmistakable figure of a howling wolf; her pelt made up the stars themselves. All stopped singing at once and the men dancing drew to a halt, bent over in a bow of praise.
"My...children." The old woman began, her voice thick with age but her wrinkled old face still sparked with life. "Tonight we remember the great Shinkou Ookami...who's ancient power still flows like veins through these lands." She turned her smiling through sagging face toward her own children; a clan she had cared for for a very very long time now. "The great wolf of the heavens who has guided each and every one of you time and time again; to work with the land and not against it." She rather delicately touched the amulet hanging about her neck, affection swelling within her heart and eyes in the process. In turn, her eyes moved and lingered on all those within her reach, pausing her gaze on several of their amulets as well. Each contained a power unique to the individual...a gift from the spirits that was granted whenever they saw it fit; some at birth while some still awaited to find their talent. Some even still were never granted any sort of power, but their placement here was no less important than the man that stood on either side of him.
"We came together as a band of misfits, unsure of our placement in this world...of the original twenty i am sad to say that i am the last of the original. But with time our numbers have grown and i could not be prouder to be standing here with you all today." She opened her arms, her robes extending as she picked up a gnarled but polished walking stick that was taller than she was and smiled broadly. "And so...i bid you all go forth and celebrate life!"
There was a cheer from the mouths of every individual save for a few who had already stuffed it with food. The music and song began once more as the villagers took to pottery plates filled with the best sorts of food one could collect from the surrounding area. A magical night for love and laughter...of peace and joy.
....the old woman could not possibly haunt them just yet with the vision she had received earlier that day. To rob them of their rightful joyous celebration....she could only pray that the spirits showed her compassion...and held off for just a little bit longer.
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