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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:32 pm
This is the journal of Shadda, feel free to read. heart
WARNING: Shadda is a very profane boy... he curses A LOT. I will not censor it, I will only warn you.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:34 pm
 This is the hououza child I have found, this concerns all information on my child.
Hair: N/A
Eyes: N/A
Birthday: N/A
Wings: N/A
Stage: Feather
Personality: He's extremely cold to the touch, and it seems a warming aura surrounds him trying to warm him but he doesn't let it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:45 pm
----------------------Family---------------------- Shadda is part of a huge family... Zaner- mother Liberty- older sister Junpei- brother Klonoa- brother Kudo- brother Kadej- brother Noriko Yuki- sister Jacques- brother And a bunch of 'pets'... Arzulee- green kazimir, owned by Liberty Conan- gold gremos, owned by Kudo Syphre- black gremos, owned by Noriko Calyli- white gremos, owned by Mirabelle Kurumi- brown butterfly chinxie Shibankurei- halloween starkit Ivi- ivy colored ufo Faust- undead vluel dier, owned by Zan ----------------------Friends---------------------- None... ----------------------Enemies---------------------- None...
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:46 pm
----------------------House---------------------- Moving Saturday Nov 26th
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 8:50 pm
----------------------Entry 01---------------------- Amongst the downy pile of leaves that fall from the autumnal withering trees was a feather. Just a feather, the feather of a phoenix child. It was nothing so special that it was the only one of it's kind, no of course not. This is the story of that feather as seen from nature around it, as seen from the view of the birds and the trees. This hououza is in tune with nature, and it's cold heartbeat, it's warm skies and everlasting eternal life. Found by a ninja fox mage the feather was gathered to be taken care of. The kindly young woman made a necklace for the feather and placed it about a bluenette's head. The blue-haired child she called Junpei was to be Shadda's guardian. Shadda was the name chosen by Junpei himself. Junpei was a young child Hououza with wisdom beyond himself, he was telepathic and overprotective but he was also disabled. He was mute and deaf, he longed to have something to really cherish, something to really watch over, and for this purpose the woman known as Zaner gave to him Shadda. Shadda's life shall be a properous one... we shall see...
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 3:35 am
----------------------Entry 02---------------------- The days pass with a dying and fading cautiousness. The trees have all withered and the feather is slowly loosing it's pulsating energy. It seems he does not want anything to do with the winter and ironically has a more chilling personality then some of the other Hououza in the household. The feather pulsates with the last dying leaves of Autumn and then the cold air the surrounds him is blocked by a swirling blockade of warmth, the warmth does not penetrate the feather for in the hand's of his guardian the feather is as an icicle. This child is odd and will be unlike any other, perhaps someday he'll find within himself something to warm the cold in his heart...
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 9:41 pm
----------------------Entry 03---------------------- Hullo. My name is Shadda. I was told this was mine now. That is good. I was also told I was in the care of one named Junpei. He's very ... odd. Mute and deaf. He boggles me and I'd rather stay distant. People all trying to be nice, but I'd rather keep to myself, be happy in my own corner, in my own world. I'd rather not mingle with others, the cold heart of autumn beats within my soul... I suppose that isn't my fault. I'm not really sure who's fault it is. Things in this world confuse me, so I suppose Junpei is an appropriate big brother guardian, he has the lust for knowledge I myself have. Only... only his way of gaining knowledge is much more effortless then my own ways... I wonder... I've only grown recently, everyone is fawning over each in this house, it's stiffling.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 6:20 pm
----------------------Entry 04---------------------- Heh, if I keep cold people leave me alone. I tend to find a nice spot on the roof and stay situated there until I feel comfortable, and sometimes I'll just sleep on the roof. Zaner always makes me take a blanket with me but I just lay on it, I'm never cold... not even in snow. She calls me her little 'Kyon-Kyon', not that I know what it means... she also says I'd make a better orange cat then I would orange-red phoenix. How insulting... I suppose. I'm so confused with myself and I dunno why, life is just that way I think. Zaner has gone on another anime rampage, squealing about cat ears and loveless. Her insanity just makes me all the more distance... and with these few more family members and all the children getting older life just seems to suffocate me and it seems not worth living until I can find something to live for. I'm a child but these thoughts come easily because people treat me differently I guess. When I got out by myself they tease me about my wings or something else, and when I'm alone I hear the chiding words and they sting... they hurt me. I just want someone who accepts me... not... not my family, someone else... if only...
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 3:09 pm
----------------------Entry 05---------------------- It's been... a long time. The bitter coldness of other people stiffles me as well as horrifies me. I found a reason to live... out in that barren wasteland of hell. This woman... this god damn sonofabitch woman grabs me and holds me out, tormenting me, holding me out of her reach! And she treated me like an ignorant kid! I couldn't get free god damn her ******** a** to hell... sonofalyingbitch... I just wanna... oh I just wanna beat her down! Prove that I'm no little kid! She just... can't handle me that way and I won't... I won't.... .... tears... why... why am I crying? Why do these tears grow cold and why does the wind wipe them away? Is someone... looking out for me? Does someone care? Am I... not so alone... why... why do I hurt this way? Hate this way? Why am I so childish as to let myself... why... someone... god someone tell me!
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:57 pm
----------------------Entry 06---------------------- I'm done ranting. Done... with everything. According to some of mother's dearest friends, tomorrow is the full moon. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to grow. Yay? Am I supposed to be happy? I get to be an even more confused kid then I am now. Is that supposed to make me happy? The only thing that makes me happy right now is the fact that today is Friday the 13th. I went out (stole money from 'mom') and bought a black cat today. I carried it by it's neck scruff all the way home. It was yelping and murring it's head off. I was annoyed and flung it on the floor, it skit into the wall and died. Mother saw it and she was angry, she was hurt and she punished me. She punished me good. She banned me from leaving this part of my room, she did it with magic... lesson: never stay in a house where a mage/ninja/fox is your parent/guardian.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 10:04 pm
----------------------Entry 07---------------------- Ungrounded now. Older too. Stupid b***h made me her apprentice. I'm not in a good mood right now. I just found out some horrifying s**t. Much as I dislike my own mother... I'd much rather dislike her living body against her dead one. ******** b***h hiding her own death from me... well now everyone in the house knows and she better be damn happy with herself. God damnit... ******** it all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 11:14 am
----------------------Entry 08---------------------- God ******** it all... just like my last entry. All this is s**t. Damn bullshit. Why the hell!? Why the hell is she dead huh!? SOMEONE WANNA ******** TELL ME?! Wanna.... ********.... I just.... she was such a b***h... always worrying about me... about everyone... and now she's dead! SHOW YOU HOW KIND A ******** WORLD THIS IS! Why the ... ...I need to find Sora. Damn b***h owes me a fight, fair and sqaure this time... I won't let her take advantage anymore... afterall this new b***h of a guardian is too nervous to give a ******** about what the ******** I do from now on.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:22 am
----------------------Entry 09---------------------- My new master apparently has something in her mind... she's been even more vicious I think lately... but it doesn't matter, I feel so sober now after all of that. I wonder perhaps if I should... do something? Anything to brighten my mood... AHAHAHA! Yea right?! ******** world doesn't deserve to see my shining face... I'm a grouch and that's the honest dead truth.
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Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:17 pm
----------------------Entry 10---------------------- This plumage. So beautiful... in this world. I don't think I've seen something this pretty in a long time. The world's still ******** and now one of Zan's possessions is missing. Lola's loosing her ******** up mind and hanging with this French ********. Yuli's a little painy brat and I spook her good a lot. Mebbe it's my fault she's such a pisser. Ahahah! By that I mean she's so damn timid the slightest word from me will have her bawling in ******** tears the size of my head. Now these feathers! What the hell am I supposed to do? Strut around like a pretty boy, damn it that's not my style! Where the hell is Master?! Bet I can give her a good one two now. Eh b***h!? Hear that!? ...Course she can't... why would she... I'm just talking to a ******** journal...
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:35 pm
----------------------Entry ********. ********. ********. s**t. ********. Goose.
Duck duck s**t.
What games I play in my mind as I sit here. Abandoned, forgotten. Good riddens. I'm old enough now and I'll be going out on my own. No one will ******** hold me back, I'll find a dream and I'll ******** follow it till the cows come ******** woman. ******** guys. ******** anyone and anything that tries to stop me. They'll see the ******** terror of my wrath. And so I've packed my things, and I'm out of here.
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