If only you could see,
The beast you made in me.
The feral being,
that desires your skin.
The way you move,
The way you speak.
All of your careening,
You always win.
I lick my teeth,
Longing to bare them.
Sink them in your skin.
For you, there is no fleeing.
My fingers on your skin,
Gliding gently across.
In my desires I am lost,
But I don't mind a bit.
We both feel it,
The rush surging through.
And only with you,
Could I ever have this.
When the flicker is gone,
We feel so wrong.
But me and you both knew
That it would, tomorrow, persist.
It was a day just like any other day. The sun was high and bright in the sky, lighting up the world like it always did. I thought today was going to be just like any other day.
I was wrong.
It was a large, lush green grassy field. In essence it was a field just like any other you would find in the world. The grass swayed gently in the cool breeze, making it serene in a sense. But despite all of these things, there was one thing that made you know that it was all but a place to enjoy yourself. Row after row of headstones lined the field as far as the eye could see.
Six men, dressed in black military uniforms, their faces cloaked in
Zoey watched Orochimaru quietly from her seat, keeping to herself for the time being. She examined his every move as he diligently trained, paying attention to the slightest of things. The way his muscles tensed, the way the droplets of sweat went down his face. How she longed for him, deep down inside. To her it was completely fine, but to many others it was an impossibility. How could two people so different in the ages love each other?
"Kabuto!" hissed Orochimaru, landing back on his feet. Kabuto walked in, pushing his glasses back up his nose with his middle finger, the way he always did.
"Yes, Lord Orochimaru?" he asked.
"Go get m
I hear the bells, they toll for me.
The bells have rung to set me free.
Should I cry or should I smile?
Have I made my life worthwhile?
I think back now, to former days.
It is all but now a haze.
The joy I felt, the tears I cried.
And to the people that I lied.
And when I look around I see,
Many people who've cared for me.
I see their eyes, now filled with tears.
Living now are their worst fears.
I tell them not to mourn for me,
The bells have rung to set me free.
Should I cry or should I smile?
Have they made my life worthwhile?
They regret now some things they've said,
And of they life that lies in bed.
They do know that m
Xiaomu continued to lay still in pain, her eyesight beginning to faulter more. It was in these moments she began to wonder what would become of her. Was she going to die? Was she, by some chance, going to live? Or had anyone taken notice yet? Her eyesight and hearing betrayed her; her pupils hardly registering anything in sight, much like her hearing was now failing her. The sounds of battle and talk were inaudiable, muffled whispers on the wind accompanied by the solemn sound of silence.
But it was in this moment she saw something. The figure of Reiji appeared before her as her eyes began to dialate and lose their life. He held out his han
"Siamo tutti pronti?"
Ambra and Vicentio stood side-by-side in front of the band of thieves that congregrated with them on a day-to-day basis. As Vicentio put out his question, he received a small murmur and some nods from the thieves. "Alright. Now we can't travel together, so I want everyone to split up. Capire a tutti?" Once more, Vicentio was given a nod and another murmur from the crowd. "Good. I told you all where to meet, so go." The band of thieves split off in numerous directions, some taking back alleys while others took to the roofs or melded into the crowd of the streets. As Ambra went to walk away, Vicentio grabbed her shoulde
"Pezzo di spazzatura!!"
A small girl dressed in dirty, ragged clothing with short, brown hair and hazel eyes quickly darted out of a back alleyway, a loaf of bread in her arms. Chasing after her was a heavyset man who stopped, kneeling over to catch his breath.
"Mi metterò voi!" he exclaimed at her as she continued running, weaving her way through the crowds of people that flooded through the streets of Florence. He wheezed and turned around, putting his right hand on his back. The girl stopped and turned around, watching the man hobble back into his bakery. She giggled under her breath and went into another nearby alleyway, putting
If only you could see,
The beast you made in me.
The feral being,
that desires your skin.
The way you move,
The way you speak.
All of your careening,
You always win.
I lick my teeth,
Longing to bare them.
Sink them in your skin.
For you, there is no fleeing.
My fingers on your skin,
Gliding gently across.
In my desires I am lost,
But I don't mind a bit.
We both feel it,
The rush surging through.
And only with you,
Could I ever have this.
When the flicker is gone,
We feel so wrong.
But me and you both knew
That it would, tomorrow, persist.
It was a day just like any other day. The sun was high and bright in the sky, lighting up the world like it always did. I thought today was going to be just like any other day.
I was wrong.
It was a large, lush green grassy field. In essence it was a field just like any other you would find in the world. The grass swayed gently in the cool breeze, making it serene in a sense. But despite all of these things, there was one thing that made you know that it was all but a place to enjoy yourself. Row after row of headstones lined the field as far as the eye could see.
Six men, dressed in black military uniforms, their faces cloaked in
Zoey watched Orochimaru quietly from her seat, keeping to herself for the time being. She examined his every move as he diligently trained, paying attention to the slightest of things. The way his muscles tensed, the way the droplets of sweat went down his face. How she longed for him, deep down inside. To her it was completely fine, but to many others it was an impossibility. How could two people so different in the ages love each other?
"Kabuto!" hissed Orochimaru, landing back on his feet. Kabuto walked in, pushing his glasses back up his nose with his middle finger, the way he always did.
"Yes, Lord Orochimaru?" he asked.
"Go get m
I hear the bells, they toll for me.
The bells have rung to set me free.
Should I cry or should I smile?
Have I made my life worthwhile?
I think back now, to former days.
It is all but now a haze.
The joy I felt, the tears I cried.
And to the people that I lied.
And when I look around I see,
Many people who've cared for me.
I see their eyes, now filled with tears.
Living now are their worst fears.
I tell them not to mourn for me,
The bells have rung to set me free.
Should I cry or should I smile?
Have they made my life worthwhile?
They regret now some things they've said,
And of they life that lies in bed.
They do know that m
Xiaomu continued to lay still in pain, her eyesight beginning to faulter more. It was in these moments she began to wonder what would become of her. Was she going to die? Was she, by some chance, going to live? Or had anyone taken notice yet? Her eyesight and hearing betrayed her; her pupils hardly registering anything in sight, much like her hearing was now failing her. The sounds of battle and talk were inaudiable, muffled whispers on the wind accompanied by the solemn sound of silence.
But it was in this moment she saw something. The figure of Reiji appeared before her as her eyes began to dialate and lose their life. He held out his han
"Siamo tutti pronti?"
Ambra and Vicentio stood side-by-side in front of the band of thieves that congregrated with them on a day-to-day basis. As Vicentio put out his question, he received a small murmur and some nods from the thieves. "Alright. Now we can't travel together, so I want everyone to split up. Capire a tutti?" Once more, Vicentio was given a nod and another murmur from the crowd. "Good. I told you all where to meet, so go." The band of thieves split off in numerous directions, some taking back alleys while others took to the roofs or melded into the crowd of the streets. As Ambra went to walk away, Vicentio grabbed her shoulde
"Pezzo di spazzatura!!"
A small girl dressed in dirty, ragged clothing with short, brown hair and hazel eyes quickly darted out of a back alleyway, a loaf of bread in her arms. Chasing after her was a heavyset man who stopped, kneeling over to catch his breath.
"Mi metterò voi!" he exclaimed at her as she continued running, weaving her way through the crowds of people that flooded through the streets of Florence. He wheezed and turned around, putting his right hand on his back. The girl stopped and turned around, watching the man hobble back into his bakery. She giggled under her breath and went into another nearby alleyway, putting
Intimidating.
That was the only word I could use to describe her properly. Now, don't get me wrong, she was much, much more than that: confident, radiant, angelic.. Trust me, they all were accurate descriptions, but from the intense black hole I could feel manifesting in my stomach, the only word that could truly serve her justice was just that: intimidating.
She walked into the classroom looking like an Amazon warrior fresh from the hunt. Her stride was completely unhindered by the bag draped across her shoulder which looked like it might weigh upwards of thirty pounds; I half expected her to pull a jaguar pelt from it. Her hourglass shape
Current Residence: Bartow, FL Favourite genre of music: Rock MP3 player of choice: iPod Wallpaper of choice: Furries (preferrably Kitsunes) Personal Quote: "See that little objet d'art?"
My birthday is in two days. Yes, that means Valentine's day.
Please try to refrain from making a big deal out of it because it's really not that important. It's just another day of the week.
Sincerely,
Lorliei
Tagged by: SakuyaxIzayoi (https://www.deviantart.com/sakuyaxizayoi)
Rules:
1. Pick 2-4 of your OCs.
2. Tag at least 7 people when you're done.
3. Repost these rules so they won't be forgotten.
I choose...
Ambra Espositi
Claire Dufresne
Evey Ainsworth
1. How old are you?
Ambra: Is it really that important?
Claire: Thirteen...
Evey: I'm twenty-three. Don't get any funny ideas.
2. Who is your current crush/boyfriend?
Ambra: I don't have one. I don't have time for romance.
Claire: I-I'm thirteen... I don't know the first thing about boys...
Evey: Don't have one. Don't really plan on it either.
3. Exactly how tall do you think you're gonna get?
Ambra: I've probably a
Stolen from AxelLion13 (https://www.deviantart.com/axellion13)
British
[x] You drink a lot of tea.
[ ] You know what a brolly is.
[ ] Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
[ ] You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
[x] You use the word "bugger" or the phrase "bloody hell."
[ ] Fish and Chips are yummy.
[ ] You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
[ ] You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
[x] Its football...not soccer.
Total: 3
Australian
[ ] You wear flip flops all year.
[ ] You call flip flops thongs not flip flops.
[ ] You love a backyard barbie.
[ ] You know a barbie is not a doll.
[x] You love the beach.
[ ] Sometimes you swear without realizing
Ah wait. It is literature. The photos are previews. I submitted pdf files; so when you download them.. the articles appear, not the picture. I hate deviantArt's formatting so i submit pdf files. Unfortuantly, that means that it requires a preview image to submit. Maybe next time i'll take a screenshot of the story