Zhong kissed her hand and asked her softly if she would accept his offer. She kissed his lips in a silent answer.
"OH YOU WANNA GO"
Peasants. They moved without significance. She hated it.
Gold was always the best- there would be no other in her mind's eye.
She backhanded him.
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Self points: 28 Total Points To Excalibur: 8462
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:07 pm
Always picked last. It shouldn't have surprised him at this point, but for some reason, today, it just made him incredibly angry. He lunged at his older brother, intent on taking him down , but found himself soundly beaten instead. He was just a runt, it was par for the course, it was the way things were. He'd always be chosen last.
So, he was to attend Amityville Academy then? That was really what they thought would be best for him? "So you can learn where your greatest strengths lie. We believe this is the best option for you."
It only rankled on his nerves more that they thought this was really necessary.
He was a mighty horseman of conquest! Why hadn't he realized it before.....
"Anthe, one day you are going to be my successor, along with your brother. You must lead the clan with respect and dignity, do you understand?" her father said.
"Yes Papa, I understand.
"Anthe, sweetie I'm so proud of you" her mother said. "Your'e doing so well in everything that I could have hoped for."
"Thank you mama. When are you coming home?"
"...Not for a while sweetie, but be brave for everyone okay?"
"Okay mama. I love you."
"And I love you"
Anthe woke up crying.
"Yes! Thats it, thats it! Keep attacking like that!" her sword fighting teacher yelled at her. "That fire is what you need to succeed in life and with the blade!"
Anthe woke up screaming. She saw the world burning. Why was she cursed with this gift? She didn't want it, it had forcefully been given.
"Really papa, can I? Can I?"
"Yes sweet, if you think you can handle the responsibility." "Oh thank you papa!" She clutched the little kitten to her chest.
"You must always move on, always reaching, always striving for a goal, Anthe." Her mother whispered in her ear. She may not have gotten that t the time, but she certainly did now as she ran to catch up with her brother.
She hid in her room, in a little ball. She wanted to disappear, to be tucked away from the world, only ready to come out when she didn't feel so alone.
Minor Blesings:
She felt at home in the arms of her family, comforting her.
"You will never be anything like your father or even your mother" her aunt hissed.
She had to win, otherwise she had to do the dishes for a week.
She stared down at her mother in a coffin, never feeling so alone.
She plucked at the harp halfheartedly. She couldn't bring herself to play today.
Why should she have faith in the world, when it took her mother away?
She moved swiftly and silently through the trees, hoping to not get caught.She wanted to win the game after all.
Anthe saw her brother after a month apart.
She promised her father to be strong enough to take care of the clan.
She felt the air rush through her wings as she flew.
Patiently brushing each feather.
"I will learn to sword fight and be better than Ander! Just you wait Papa!"
She had to win, breakfast was on the line here.
She felt like a rock, heavy and immovable. Her brother couldn't leave.
She pet the cat gently as she lulled it to sleep....
Anthe's Total: 100 Excalibur: 8592
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:10 pm
"Come on, what do you have to lose? It's not like you've got anything better to do with the rest of your life. Not anymore, anyway."
"That's us: the few, the proud, the batshit crazy."
"Come on, just one more set. You can do it, man."
"Where the hell did you learn to shoot like that, son?"
The bottom of a bottle was better than any kind of therapy. It was cheap, he didn't have to talk to it, and it didn't expect anything of him. It would be far too easy to become a regular kind of patient.
He didn't really know anything, but there were all of these pretty lights and they said words to him that he didn't understand or care about.
He felt a little more more with each passing moment.
The second he touched the right tablet, he knew he would never be alone again.
For some reason, killing all of these grey, distorted monsters felt right.
It wasn't a fight if you didn't get hit back.
He would never see them again. They would never see anything again. That's what happened when you died.
A friend will bail you out of jail. A true friend will be sitting in the cell next to you. They almost tested that theory out, more than once.
He didn't want to think about what was going on so much. Fighting helped take his mind off of it.
Every creature that fell apart under his sword or dagger or staff or bare fists was another notch on an imaginary belt.
He did whatever the goddesses asked him to, but he still didn't feel very spiritual.
He could feel himself growing stronger all the time.
The scissor slipped between his ribs, and it hurt more than he could ever have imagined.
This had been a terrible idea. Clearly, mankind was never meant to fly.
The sky was an endless expanse of nothing but dull grey. It felt wrong.
Everything seemed to go downhill after he had cut out the heart per the goddess's instructions.
He wanted to lose himself in the seemingly endless sea of monsters and not come out until they were all dead. That wasn't wrong, was it?
Named Heir, he would lead- he would be the next alpha. Provided, he proved his worth.
Tattoos on his face, his hands- Markings of his rank, of his progress. He was heir, he was the next alpha- they hurt, in more ways than simply physical.
"Naps sound nice, but I cannot recall taking one."
"Hi there, Minty"
"They're warm, which I suppose is part of why they are as nice as they are. As for being sexy..."
Mint smiled. "I am not so sure."
Mint looked at the female one that slapped the thing silly with her pew pew stick.
"I like you, you are very adept with that thing in your hands."
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Self points: 28 Total Points To Excalibur: 8702
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:13 pm
She was congratulating Mort on his success, because he'd been elected to Student Council-- she was so proud of him.
Red skin, dark horns, and wings that seemed like they could blot out the sun. Amarus remembered, but did not.
You know I will, sweetheart, you know I'll bite you and chew you and spit out tiny bits, skin stuck in my teeth. I'll turn your hair into a wig," it threatened, and made a gesture as if it was flipping its hair. The shadow that a bully could cast, even on Amarus.
Amarus held a vial in one hand, trickling her essence into it. As she lay on the lawn, exhausted, she remembered the faces of the ones she cared for.
Despite the damage that had been done to her room, Amarus' greatest loss was Jin, her firelands wyvling, who had gone missing in the wake of the attack..
Tavi. She remembered being upset, and it was something about Tavi, wasn't it? Something on her phone's screen...
The bell glinted in the light, as she admired it. A gift, doubly so.
Siku's haughty nature, the ice of his skin.
"Are you insinuatin' I ain't got any secrets of the juicy sort?" Or so it went, something like that; a bet that she remembered now, only in time to give it up again. The start of something precious.
The music playing in the background seemed a little strange. She heard bells, especially, and something deep in her stirred in reply: bells. Why was that so important?
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Amarus' Points: In the first post, 80 + in this post 20; 100 in total. Excalibur: 8722
He grinned at Fi, his wax art in front of him. "Yeah, I'll teach you next time."
The cards were down but he helped her anyway. Normally he would play full force but it was her. "No your card is higher...."
points: 20 Excalibur: 8742
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:18 pm
Vaith high-fived Iki, promising him that they would last a lifetime together in a distinct but discreet platonic relationship, even if everyone else in the clan thought otherwise. Maybe that was why he took a "love all ghouls" stance in Amityville.
He was hugging Mai, the ghoul had come to his room without any of her usual sass, make-up or fashion. It meant she was serious, and the fact it had turned to this.. broke his heart.
"Oh Xiu.. I dont know what to do with myself." Vaith confessed, his back against his bed, head leaning back tiredly.
Total: 8772 Points: 30
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:21 pm
Nothing cures love like marriage-- that's what his mother said, once, when he was just a kid. Harland was pretty sure she was joking.
Auberon's footsteps on the metal stairs echoed as Harland tried to chase him down, only to arrive too late: in the splintered memory, Harland's hand closed around Auberon's and he saved him-- in another fragment, he watched the young man plunge to his death.
YOU'RE NOT MY SON, you're a monster-- the words that cut into him. He wanted to prove he was the same, he wanted to prove that he was still his mother's son... but there were no words, not even in the language they shared, to convince her of that.
At the funeral, his mother was tight-lipped with anger, her hair frizzy in the damp. She'd tracked him down just to be angry, just to make him suffer. Harland shrank back from the memory.
I'll be your sheriff, you'll be my deputy," Harland told the voice in his head. Amused, it said they would see. It was worth it, to be reunited again-- Harland didn't realize how much he missed that voice, even if it was perpetually annoyed with him.
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Harland's Points: 50 Excalibur: 8822
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:21 pm
She seemed familiar but he couldn't remember why.
She still held back, but he knew why. He didn't say a thing.
They danced awkwardly, still far apart but together.
It started and she was ready. A test to become what she could be, it all depended on this, to serve her clan and her Queen.
Those happy days as children had long since past, a voice screamed through her shouted "Grow up!".
He was gone now, she'd lost him again. And what happened to her? Suddenly she found herself alone and missed them both terribly.
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Iyari's Points: 22 Excalibur Total: 8850
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:23 pm
Clerise found that it was easier, once the floodgates had broken, to let go of the things she had once held dear. One by one, they leave her mind, each one does so easier than the last.
"I'm fine." A tight lipped smile-- not the smile for you, but for everyone else, and it is proof that her statement is a falsehood. "Everyone gets nightmares, you know? I just, I've been working too hard. That's all. Don't worry." Each sentence punctuated with that smile, the smile that is a reflex. The smile that is a hard, solid shell with barbed wire pointing inwards, so she could suffer with a smile. Most would never be able to tell the difference.
"This is what it means," he says to you in your dreams, a scythe pressed close to your neck, drawing blood. "This is what it means to be a hunter," and the skin melts off his face, the blade turns to lava, the earth goes to ruin.
Maybe one day he will realise the error of his ways, picking Mimsy over you. Maybe he will one day realise the gravity of his betrayal.
It hurts because you saved his life. It hurts because you were his friend. It hurts because you took him to Barcelona and gave him a great time. It hurts because you were friends, you were flirtatious, you were--
Nonetheless, the message stares at you sharply from your phone.
He doesn't know what anyone sees in you. You have no intrinsic worth. He has seen all of you and has judged you to be lesser than a real, literal monster with no sense or hope for compassion.
It hurts because you thought he would have understood.
He is shy and you love him, in the platonic way, in the way of a close friend. He is quiet and angry and prickly and you wish him well. You want him to go far, in life, you want him to be happy, you hope he grows old and does so with Eva.
You teach him everything you can and you hope he learns how to use his words to communicate, but you will coax each one out of him, because he is one of your nearest and dearest friends.
"It will choose you." Stormy had told him, as he crouched in front of a wall of tablets, wondering what exactly she meant.
Not long later, he found out.
"He was a great man."
Finn had heard these words so many times in the last week, that the words were starting to lose all meaning to him. Great at what? At dying? At leaving his wife and adopted son behind to fend for themselves?
"Yes, he was. Thank you." He murmured, but the words tasted like ashes on his tongue.
She had been the only one. The only one that he had ever been with that had been strong enough to leave him. It hurt, because for once, he felt like he had found somebody special to share his life with. She wasn't the same as the other girls he'd dated. That night that she closed the door on him, on their relationship, made it into the top two worst moments of his life.
A voice rang out across the yard, calling him, yelling for help. The truck door opened and his fathers limp and lifeless body was pulled out of the passenger side, until he lay out on the floor.
He had spent what felt like hours pumping on his chest before the ambulance arrived and took the body....yes, just a body. They hadn't pronounced him dead yet, and they wouldn't until they got to the hospital, but Finn was sure.
Points: 40
Point tally total: 8940
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 7:27 pm
The hounds kneeled next to him, trying to explain that because he was the only son, the Chosen son, he needed to be perfect. Flawless. Stronger.
The hounds made the moor patches of darkness, and Van was just a pup-- he felt alone, but he knew he was part of the whole.
He made the decision himself, too: he would have to strive, to study, to fight just to be part of the pack. He needed to get into the best school he could, so that he could be strong. He would endure, until that moment, whatever hardships.
He listened to the voices in the pack, the ones who said he was weak, said he should be cast off-- and he heard, louder still, the ones who would protect him. He was gifted with that love.
Van leaned over a tree, puking into the dirt; he had been trying to make it to the food court for a while, now, to aid against the onslaught, but man the smell of peppermint was overwhelming...
