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 Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 1:38 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:07 pm
Mine
Do's ~
1. One subject per picture
2. Seductive/Suggestive
3. RP characters
4. Humanoids
Don'ts~
1. Multiple subjects in same picture
2. Nudity/Sexual themes
3. Avatar Art
4. Animals/Anthros
5. Characters who wear nothing but BLACK
-seriously-
6. Anything against Gaia TOS
7. Hosting images forever
-save your damn pic when I send it-
Yours
Do's~
1. Be respectful
2. Contribute artistic criticism
3. Be patient
4. Be creative
5. Listen
Don'ts~
1. Be impatient
2. Put down art given to you
3. Expect art to be done asasp
4. STEAL ME ART
evil
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:09 pm
.:List:.Cov/Raven
Raven/Validus
Validus
Emry
Nihilus
.:Been d'ere:.>Council
>Venia
>Sam
>Mab
>Mab (again)
>Rane Ordo
>Lyliette
>Anahera
>Sam(again)
>Emry
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:05 pm
she was twelve, just a slip of a girl when it all happened, but she remembers it all so clearly. erica was her name, though it has been so long now since anyone knew it that even she cannot be so sure. she remembers the day the church bells fell silent, only moments after she had finished a prayer. she remembers the sensation of that prayer, remembers the power she felt; how could she not, having been born to that family there was no way she could ever forget even a moment of power. her parents had just been taken from her, carted away to be given to another house, another city, and she remained alone because, just a girl, there was nothing she could offer to the men that ruled them -- yet. in the moment she prayed, to the gods of her captors, to the god that her parents taught her, to anyone that would hear her, she felt the throbbing of her broken heart stop precisely the moment that the bells outside fell silent.
then the shadows came, and the screams. erica stood and approached the window, afraid of what she would see, and shook as the view became clear: riders, nine of them, on winged beasts. no, the wings were their own, upon the shoulders of the armored men, glistening in the evening sun like molten metal. they had no faces, only helms, and their banners, capes, and plumage was as red as the blood they spilled. from erica's window she saw that there was no mercy for the people who ruled her own, no hesitation as the shining blades, alight with white fire, struck them all down.
she was in the streets as darkness fell, and with no one to light the posts there was no illumination but for the blades of the invaders still swinging. there seemed no end to victims, no dam for the blood that ran like rivers through the street, cascading from the windows of homes down to the ground, and raining from the sky. the faces were not only those that the girl feared, and hated, but her own people as well. no mercy, even for the gentle ones. erica's senses blurred, the lights and the faces and the screams fading together into one, singular perception: ruin.
stumbling over bodies, drenched with the blood of those that fell around her, next to her, so close to her, the girl made her way to the square, the base of the bell tower, and sank to her knees. she had no words, or thoughts, or prayers, suffocated by death all around her. why would they not kill her, she wondered, and buried her face into her hands.
soft touch, a whisper at her cheek of words she could not understand, and she opened her eyes. in her hands, an inch from her face, was a single white feather. it was not like the feathers from the creatures, who had been as silent as the bells during the massacre, but smaller, brighter, and too delicate. as she looked down on the feather, erica felt the blood of slaughter leave her, washed away by the wind. she felt the pain of her parents loss lift from her, taken by the hand of time. the girl could not take her eyes from the feather, this singular beacon of light in the fading night, though she was now acutely aware of her surroundings now that her senses returned to her.
she felt him approach. he leaned over her, his breath on her neck, but she did not move. the armored feet made no sound as he dismounted, walked around her, and grazed her with his burning blade.. she still did not move. she knew that he stopped, standing before her nearly as tall as the bell tower, and she knew that he grew angry. erica felt his wrath, the heat of it, but she was not afraid. he gestured, jabbed at the air before her face, and raised his voice in an alien tongue. she did not understand, but she was not afraid. more joined him, surrounding her from a short distance, but she was not afraid. the creature before her screamed at her, lowering his masked face to her own, but she was not afraid. then the blades unsheathed, raised upwards to the orange-red sky that spoke of the blood spilled in the night, and lighting came down. nine bolts struck the ground near her simultaneously, impacting the stone with force that ruptured the square and pummeled her with sharp debris, but she did not move. once, twice, thrice the lightning came and, when the thunder rumbled low it was her blood that covered her now.
"i'm sorry." she said, finally, in a whisper louder in that silent city than any of the screams had been. erica gripped the feather suddenly, closing her eyes against the lighting that came next, and even through closed eyes she was blinded by its proximity. it lasted forever, and she wondered if the creatures were summoning all the wrath of heaven down against her. then it stopped. eyes closed, she heard the crisp, strong note of the bells more clearly than ever before in her life.
when her eyes opened, the creatures were gone. the blood, the bodies, and the carnage was gone. replaced with the dawn, the soft light of the sun washing over the clean, smooth stone of the square, and midst the music of the new day came the sounds of voices. merchants opening their stalls, servants running their errands, and children taking to the street at the first light of day for new adventures. erica stood and opened her fists, the feather undamaged, and she watched it rise with the subtle breeze. up, up, up into the air and then, as she watched it, disappearing into the sun.
erica let out a slow breath and began her walk home. just a prayer, just a feather, and, now, a new dawn.
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