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Hatred. Raw, burning, hatred. People who felt this knew how hard it was to take it, without it rubbing off on them. It creates a pure longing for the shelter of darkness. For people who feel the hatred of family members, despite they're saying that they loved them. It felt like a betrayal. It makes people do things most people would find horrible. But its just people trying to find an escape.
She knew more then most that people who felt hatred just want to rebel and do want they wanted. All she wanted to do was go to parties with friends and leave her house to do as she wished. But she was fifteen and constantly felt the burning hatred of her parents and siblings. She just wanted to cry herself to sleep and never wake up.
She often cut her arms to keep herself from losing her mind. I know what your thinking, poor girl, she should listen to her parent's, what's she thinking, shes disgusting yadda yadda. I know. But hatred can warp a person.
Pride. It kills. It makes people do things they normally wouldn't. It makes them hard people to understand and know. It makes people stuck up, unbelievable. And most of all. Cold.
She knew that more then most people. She was a very proud girl, fourteen years old and already she was the least trusted member in her nieghborhood. All because she got into to many fights, ws to pridefull, and didn't take criticizm well.
She took hurtful words everyday from her enemies, friends and even her siblings. She just felt broken, but her pride wouldn't let her take anything, from anyone without returning the favor.
She sighed and turned from the magnificent view of the Colorado mountains. She walked back towards her house through the forest. She hurt. Mentally, she felt drained. Like coldness, hurt and rage was all that was left within her. She couldn't take much more. She wished her pride would release her.
So very much...
Twilight stood in the tree that hung over her camp. Her silver toed paws itched to run down and slaughter the cat she called leader.
The Black cat narrowed her eyes. She could do it to. She was Deputy, no cat would believe a deaf medicene cat. The cat she had looked up to and called Leader for so long had LIED. The old tabby that was slowly dieing in his den had lied to her all her life. She had always beieved she was Clan born, a loyal she-cat. A proud warrior of Thunderclan. But NO, she was the kit of a rogue. A rogue that still lived and whose son would be crueler than any cat in the twoleg place.
TwilightShade. Thaat was the black and silver toed she-cats warrior name. Her mother had named her Twilight. And her Leader TwoStar had taken pity on the starving rogue in the middle of Leaf-Fall, he took a kit that hadn't even opened it's eyes and brought it to another. The cat she had claimed was her mother for so long was SpottedWing. She was a beautiful white cat with grey spots dottin
TrustIt is said that the most heavenly wind. It that, which blows between.
A horses ears. I believe it. Any girl who has ridden a horse.
Will believe it. In the mornings. I wake up to the smell of horses.
Still in my nostrils from the dreams. And I can't help but smile.
When you've been around horses. Almost all you're life.
You can't help but think that horses have become apart of you.
As if it was some vital part of you're body. Like you're lungs.
Or you're heart. If you take horses away. You basicilly die.
When you're around horses. You feel as if nothing can stop you.
When you're riding through a jumping course. Or flying.
Through the tree's of a cross country course.
Or exicuting the correct movements of dressage.
You feel the bond with the horse beneath you. Strengthen.
The horse understands what you ask. And does so. Without question.
When you're heading to a competetion. And you're laughing and.
Sharing stories with you're friends. While riding with the horses.
The horses understand
Time Slows"Steady. Whatch for the jump....
Now!" Feeling the powerful animal under you.
Surge with strength as it makes the jump.
The feeling of time slowing as the critical
Moment passes over. No falts.
Turn leap. Four falts.
"That's okay. Come on we can make it"
Soothing the horse under you as it nickers
in frustration. Turn speed up.
"No!" Warning the black being as it heads towards
The wrong jump. It swerves akwardly. But you make the right jump.
The surge of pride as you and you're horse. Leap over the final fence.
Time slows again. Hoping beyond hope. That there won't be any falts.
You clear it. Gently slowing the cantering horse down.
Raising the hand holding the crop up high in victory. As the judge
Announces the time. Hearing you're team mates cheer as the horse rears up.
Patting the gentle giant with pride as you head to the stables.
Brushing the horse down with pride until his coat gleams in the dim light.
Taking pictures with you're mom and friends to remeber the great times.
The thrill of the leap
ask it too.
you had made.
It's the trust.
That you Share.
When it seems
The two of
you make it
Even though it seems that horses don't understand.
It's more then just the competition
Notes on Cornelius as a ShapeshifterA reminder. Cornelius was originally human. He ran afoul of a form-destroying virus which malfunctioned, mutating his body into a genetic hodgepodge of all former hosts of the virus, including himself. Although he's now apparently a monster thing, the virus left his original code intact. Each of his cells contain double DNA strands, one human and one glatni. He's able to express either set at will. But there are lots of catches.
Just keep in mind that 'unshifted', 'normal', 'actual' Cornelius is glatni, 'shapeshifted' Cornelius is human.
By definition, anything 'magical' that happens in the Network works in conjunction with the nearby dimension, which has different physics. In Cornelius' case, this foots the bill for his change in mass. When he transforms, his shifting field (an area around him pushed drastically nearer the other dimension, temporarily allowing crazy things like all your cells changing at once without killing you) yanks/pushes a whole load of extra matter into/out o
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 15
Author's note: I'm finally back from my school trip. Oh man, I have such a big jet lag. You can't imagine.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
After Kise’s statement about the picture I couldn’t sleep at all. Probably because I threw my pillow at the door right after he left and I wasn’t able to get it back.
Taking my crutches I make my way over to the bathroom to fulfil my morning duties. It’s kind of fascinating how inventive I am when I’m handicapped.
I want to take a shower, but I can’t stand on my own and I don’t want to take my crutches into the shower. That’s why I place myself in the shower, so I sit with the most part of my body in it and only my injured leg is looking out.
After the complicated shower I dress into an oversized (_f/c_) pullover, which is going till down to my knees. So it’s like a dress.
Not wasting time to look for shoes, because I can only w
Mindy Marvel Data File - Steel City
Name: Mindy Marvel
Alter-Ego: Melinda Bridget Crane
Marital Status: Married (2nd Lt. John Crane, United States Army)
Dr. Richard Doherty (father)
Karen Doherty (mother)
Michael Doherty (younger brother)
Dr. Sabrina (Brie) Doherty (aunt)
Current Occupation: Paralegal, Poole & Schmidt LLC; Student, Steel City Law School
Eyes: Green (as Melinda Crane) Electric Blue (as Mindy Marvel)
Hometown: Hill Valley
Base of Operations: Steel City
Alignment: Lawful Good
Mindy is able to tap into the Earth's natural electrical field and is the source of her powers which include:
Enhanced Physical Abilities
Superhuman Strength: Mindy is able to lift up to 5 tons
Superhuman Speed: 25 mph jogging, 50 mph running, 100 mph sprinting
Superhuman Stamina: Mindy's musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of an ordinary human. She can physically exert herself at peak capacity for se
Death Battle Arena: Godzilla
DEATH BATTLE ARENA
Age: Over 65 million years
Race: Mutated Godzillasaurus
Title: The King of Monsters
Bio: Deep in the depths of the ocean, an ancient beast lay dormant. Then its peace was disrupted by the testing of atomic weapons and it burst from the shorelines of Japan. It was known to them as “Gojira”, and to Americans as “Godzilla”. Wherever the beast goes, destruction is sure to follow. Many a man made machine, ancient beast, alien creature, and advanced cyborg have joined the buildings and corpses that Godzilla has left in his path of destruction. Yet at the same time, he is simultaneously a destroyer and a protector of Earth.
How to reach…
Godzilla is a boss character that can only be reached by defeating Arcade Mode on the “HARD” difficulty setting. The conditions are that the player must not use a Continue and perform at least th
I Cared More Than You Thought (Dan's Backstory)Dan followed Katharine through the dense forest, following the path they took everyday to the mines. He looked around at the scenery surrounding them which included a variety of tall trees, bushy plants, and tall grass. His nine-year-old mind was captivated with nature and creatures.
However, he was not very fond of deer or bunnies or dogs. He rather found happiness from the opposite.
Dan kneeled down as a small, green snake slithered out from a patch of rocks. Swiftly, he picked it up and held the serpent near the head so it could not turn and bite him.
"Hi there..." he said as he stood up. "I'm Daniel." he smiled.
The snake squirmed a bit, and Dan watched it.
He was very fond of the cold-blooded. Reptiles were his favorite animals. He was teased for it back at the camp, but he didn't mind. He captured lizards and snakes whenever he wanted, and he hid them from their leader.
"Daniel!" Katharine screamed and stormed over to him. "Do you want us to get another penalty!?" she snapp
Fur alle Ewigkeit, Motherfucker Emerson returned to the location in zone one that he had been at the night before, standing in the corridor with his gaze focused on the door he knew Snow had been frozen to.
“Massacre Madness! Tristan Marshall Day! I have come to finish what I started three days ago and will reclaim the one you have stolen from me!” His eye began to twitch slightly as he scowled, “COME OUT HERE SO I CAN EVEN UP THE PRETTY FACE OF YOURS!”
There was complete silence, which was soon broken by the faint sounds of familiar cracking. Frost and ice crawled slowly across the walls towards Emerson from each sides of the corridor; icicles slowly jutted down from the ceiling, followed by the sounds of metal clanking.
“I do not think that is wise,” Snow said softly, stepping out from the darkness opposite to the door he was in the previous night. His cold, dead eye
Dan helped Aleks take his steps towards Luna's child, Gary. She was helping him as well, for both toddlers had just started to take their first few steps. Aleks hiccuped as he reached Gary, and Gary fluttered his wings before leaning forward in the lost of balance. Gary flailed his arms and hit Aleks, causing both of them to fall back.
Aleks was the first to start crying.
Dan stared at him and sighed. "What a drama queen..." he chuckled. Icee came to his side and smiled.
Gary stared at Aleks before staring at the ground and plucking a daisy. He held it out to the wailing toddler.
Aleks continued crying before looking at the flower. He sniffled and took it before nibbling on it, quieting down. Gary smiled and clapped his hands before fluttering his wings.
HoD Sky smiled at them. "At least they're getting along..." he said.
Luna nodded. "They're so cute together." she agreed.
Aleks continued chewing on the flower before putting his hand on Gary's face. Gary flai
Encyclopedia Wormwood DisclaimerEncyclopedia Wormwood is a comprehensive guide to the world of Pokemon and how it would exist if blended with reality as we know it, made in an attempt to bridge the gap between the kid-based framework of the Pokemon franchise and the demand for greater realism and complexity from adults that have grown up with the Pokemon world and wish to remain a part of it into the future. This encyclopedia is the work of a single individual, however, and therefore some bias is present despite the painstaking scientific research that has been undertaken to complete this exhaustive encyclopedia. Readers wishing to fully enjoy the work presented here should thus be aware of the following disclaimers in case they find the presented material questionable or lacking something of interest.
1: The rights of Pokemon and all associated parts of the franchise belong to GAME FREAK inc.
2: All data not taken from official GAME FREAK Inc. sources is the intellectual property of the author, Professor
Vukar Sub-Species: Montana steppe
This sub-species is available for anyone to make after completing the application process.
Scientific name: Homo luveceranisus veloxpedes
Average Weight: 5,500-6,200 lb.
Average Height: 5-6.5 ft.
Coat Colors: Most commonly come in colors seen in popular dog breeds (especially border collies) but may come in other colors and patterns as well.
Litter Size: 1-5 pups
Place of Origin: Montana
Vocalizations: They are more prone to canine vocalizations and may howl more often than other sub-species. They will still whoop in place of howling, however.
Montana steppe vukar were the first sub-species created after the colossi. Highly versatile and extremely work oriented, the steppes were the most popular sub-species of all the vukar. In captivity, steppes were the most
The Way of Life chp.6
NightKit sat rather calmly in her seat before TearStar. As her brother and sister danced in they're seats brimming with excitment. She scowled.
'WinterFall is gone and they act like nothing has happened. SpiritWind has moved on. Am I the only one here with feelings?' she thought as her attention set on TearStar.
Her sister was proclaimed MoonPaw and given SparrowClaw as a mentor. NightKit snorted. A light hearted yet quick warrior. She was known as a wonderfull huntress. But when it came to battles she merely gave the offending cat light scratches before scareing it away or moving on. She would suit MoonPaw.
Next was TimeKit his little golden pelt was puffed out in pride. NightKit narrowed her eyes as SharpLight was called out and the broad warrior approached proudly. NightKit let out a huff. SharpLight was known as the the second strongest warrior in the clan and had only lost one fight. The only other cat she would approve of being her mentor was....
"NightKit!" TearStar meowed. Nigh
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