|It's always nice to have points.. I'm actually keeping points to someday adopt a Griffsnuff character|
First MeetingsAilith Verid - all of nine years old - wrinkled her nose at the prospect of feeling like she was being squished on all sides.First Meetings by duchessaLaura
She held a cat tightly in her arms, subjecting the creature to a nearly vice-like grip.
He didn't move to escape or swat at the girl, however, rather, he pressed his muzzle against her cheek, almost reassuringly.
The man in front of her, a wiry, dark skinned young man, turned, motioning her to follow him.
She heaved a sigh and stepped through the glittering portal, the feline in her grasp purring loudly.
Her grip on the car loosened as she looked around the room in wonder, nearly backing into one of the many mages in the Citadel's gate-room.
She squeaked loudly and spun, curtsying as well she could while holding a cat in her arms.
The Mage smiled down at her.
"You are fine, child. No harm done."
He looked up, noticing the Mage tasked with finding the girl, smiling at him.
"Good evening, Metias."
The dark-skinned Mage bowed in return. "To you as well, Master Hyro
RemembranceTwo figures, dressed in black, walked solemnly through the dew-covered grasses of the cemetery.Remembrance by duchessaLaura
The taller carried a basket, filled with a number of tools and things while the other held a box of wildflowers in her arms. They stopped under a willow tree, glancing at each other before kneeling in the grass.
Zanaia Marie Swift pushed her sleeves up, digging through the basket until she found a set of pruning shears.
With careful hands, she cut away the weeds that had grown around the marble headstones, fingers brushing over the names carved into the stone.
Grant Matthews Swift and Angela Lucille Swift-De la Fontaine.
When she hesitated, Timbira set her box down, leaning over to hug her twin, feeling her own gaze blur slightly at the memories of family.
They knelt like that for who knows how long, tear streaked memories of camping with their father, cooking with their mother... Learning and playing and being a family.
A chilling breeze pulled them from the painful memories, and Zanaia loo
AlwaysRowan looked up as his mother poked her head into his room, holding an envelope in one hand. Wordlessly, she set it on his dresser before pulling her head back and closing the door behind her.Always by duchessaLaura
The young man listened intently, waiting for her footsteps to recede before taking the envelope in his hands.
His name and address was written in her chicken-scratch script, and in the top corner, was her own name and address, smudged by what looked to be drops of water.
Picking up a small sword-like letter opener - a gift from her - Rowan slicked open the letter, and a piece of parchment fell to the bed.
A sweet scent, fruity, almost like peaches, filled he air, and Rowan breathed in sharply. It was Cahlia's favorite perfume.
He gingerly picked up the letter, unfolding it.
The writing was thin, and there were places where the slanting letters were blurred, as if she had been crying.
Once you told me that it didn't seem right to say goodbye...
I thought I'd have to - I th
I'm an artist, a writer, a singer. |
I am many things, insane included.
I have my moments of biting sarcasm, though you can always count on me to listen and give advice.
I like taxidermy, and I am studying to be a zoo keeper. I am a Christian who believes that Jesus died for my sins, but that Nature has a higher meaning.
I love the outdoors.
Books are my life, and my friends mean the world to me, as do my characters and my family.
I am feline-minded, feline-hearted: I identify strongly with Snow Leopard.
Who am I, you ask?
I am simply me.
You may not like it, you may want me to change...
But I won't.
Take it or leave it, darling, what you see is what you get.
No questions asked.