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TDW: Primary Village part 2I had never seen a true digivolution before, and it was spectacular. I had seen digimon switch from in-training to rookie and back, but this was different. This was not switching to a form already possessed. This was the creation of a new form entirely, the unlocking of the next stage in a digimon's power, an awe inspiring event to be certain. I caught my breath as the DarkTyrannomon loosened its grip, losing attention for me before the new sight presented to it.
I saw the data warping around my partner as it did the equivalent of reshaping this reality; forcing the program to accept the new code it was supplying it to eliminate its old form and replace it with another without negative consequences. He was glowing with some unknown energy, some unknown source of power that digimon carry inside them. I saw his mandibles move, his voice ring out. "Ankhmon digivolve to..." And then the code was accepted and the evolution kicked it.
His true form was hidden by the light emanating from him,
TDW: Primary Village part 1I watched the flames dancing, consuming; heard the DarkTyrannomon bellowing as they fought; sometimes even caught a glimpse of partners battling it out against the viral invaders. They were doing their darndest to repel the monsters from the once peaceful land. I could see, hear, and feel it. But then there was me, standing at the edge of the village, unable to do anything but wait and guard the meager stash of eggs we had managed to liberate. It itched and stung. I wasn't even allowed to infiltrate and try to sneak out a few eggs to add the our side. They had told me it was too risky without the presence of an allied digimon to protect me. The very idea caused me to cough out a derisive laugh; as if a runner like me would be caught by those lumbering brutes.
I turned back to examine my bounty. There were perhaps two dozens eggs in our possession out of the no doubt hundreds within the village. We had stolen them away from the more dangerous areas of fighting so as to keep them from ge
Ari, an updateCharacter name: Aricin Damini
Appearance: Ari is about 6'/6'1" and exceptionally thin, even for his height, but built like a sprinter, massive leg muscles and shoulders with less developed arms and pecs. He is light skinned, but not completely pale, with long black hair that shifts to a shining silver as it grows longer. He wears an eye-patch over his left eye and his remaining one is golden and catlike. He prefers loose, baggy clothing and pants with interesting patterns. Both his hair and clothes float a little from static electricity when he becomes agitated. He carries his sword with him at all times, sleeping within arm's reach of it.
History: Most of Ari's history can be found here http://iftheyaskiwasnthere.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=24#/d2wr67l After reaching H.A. and being rejected he spent a good deal of time either traveling the world or lodging in The Lounge. He mellowed out, less spastic, and gained many friends and memories. Then work
TDW: Cupimon thingymabbober Audric stared up at the sky through the shifting leaves, blue on green on brown on white. It kept his interest, but it didn't dull the ache. He looked down at the lay of the garden around him. He had grown used to the view of the garden, with how often he visited, but this specific angle was even more familiar. How often he had visited the tree, laid under its shade and played his harp, or just sat in the cool breeze and felt his heart throb. This was the spot, the place he had spoke out, his silly little light had broken him and mended him anew by saying yes. He snorted to himself wryly, it had taken her long enough. But that thought sent his mind whirling back through the time they had spent together, eventually resting on the immediate past, brushing on the present, the time they hadn't. He had not seen her for more than a few passing minutes over the last few months, and they were not enough to dull the pain, merely exasperating the wound. He shook his
What Makes Your OC Tick MemeWHAT MAKES YOUR OC TICK MEME
This here little written meme-journal entry-thing is not going to ask you what your character looks like. It is not going to ask what your character's favorite color is. It's not even going to ask what your character would do if cupcakes fell from the sky. This, my friends, is going to put you to the test--just how developed is your character. Does his/hers/its psychological build make sense and fit together? If your character isn't that developed, then I hope this helps.
a) Use as many characters as you please.
b) If you're a big freak about staying in character, I'd recommend that YOU answer. Not your character/s because, let's face it, not all characters would spill their beans.
c) You don't have to tag anyone, but it's highly expected.
d) Don't worry too much about grammar--this is development. Not an English test.
Section 1: The Basics
1a. What is your character's full name?
1b. Was it their parents that named them tha
A morning to rememberThe rain was cool as death's touch and soft as velvet. The atmosphere held a tepid tone, ringing in silence through the dark August morning. A foot of light mist lingered on the ground, feebly trying to cling to anything that disturbed its tranquility before giving up the cause and slinking back into slumber. If there were any travelers of these wee hours of the dawn, I did not detect them.
But despite the still, silent, lonely quality of the slumberous morning, despite the sheer vacancy, I felt a great energy, surging and cracking, sparking and dancing, hidden beneath the veil of a dim, August morning. I had no reason to sense such a disturbance as far as I knew. Not a tree, nor a bush, nor a single blade of grass stirred in even a lingering breeze, not a single creature was in sight, not a single sound apart from the soft crunch of my feet upon the gravel park path pierced the great vastness of silence encassing me.
Yet still I felt it, a powerful energy flowing towards, over, under,
Dinosaurs of the Ice Age - IntroductionAt the end of the Cretaceous period clade Dinosauria, having ruled the world for 135 million years, was so diverse and so vigorous that it seemed nearly impossible to imagine a set of events that could wipe it out completely. It would have to take the perfect storm of catastrophic events to effect such a drastic change. At the very least an enormous basalt flow lasting millennia coupled with massive sea level change followed by a devastating asteroid impact scorching the Earth, filling the atmostphere with sulfur and carbon dioxide, throwing the global climate into chaos. That could, perhaps, do the job. You might be left with some remnant of Dinosauria, probably a portion of the flying maniraptorans, requiring less food and able to cover more ground more easily than all the others. But the giants that had ruled the Mesozoic era would be gone.
But what if the storm was less than perfect? What if the angle of the asteroid was different, or it veered off and hit the Pacific Ocean ra
Stolen TreasureStolen Treasure
Part 1: The Big Day.
Warning: M/M, Light Tcest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Raphael, Usagi, Leonardo.
Pairing: Usagi/Michelangelo, implied Leonardo/Michelangelo.
Michelangelo sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a long black kimono with orange and white flowers down this sides of it. It was his wedding day. Today Michelangelo was marrying the eldest son of the Royal family, Miyamoto Usagi. It was an arranged marriage that Michelangelo father, Splinter, had agreed to. Splinter believed that Mikey would make a fine partner for Miyamoto Usagi. Splinter was Usage master and trained the young rabbit at an early age. Mikey and Usagi had known each other and been friends since they were little, but Mikey didn’t realize Usagi was in love with him until the day Splinter told him that he would be marrying Usagi.
A gentle knocking at the door brought Mikey out of his thoughts. Slowly Mikey
For StarClanScorpionfang was pushed out of the nursery by a fussy Mossfire, who demanded him to give her some space. His ears fell flat and he sighed, but she smiled and licked his cheek in reassurance before heading back inside. Scorpionfang's ears perked back up and he swished his tail slightly before padding away from the nursery. He had hated it in there as a kit. But now that he knew he would soon be a father, he couldn't stay away. He turned back to the nursery, hearing a warning hiss from a nearby kit, Burningkit, who was tired of Scorpionfang intruding on the already crowded nursery. The kit was even sitting in a nest outside the nursery big enough for only himself. Rolling his eyes, Scorpionfang flicked his ear dismissively at the kit before finally walking away and grabbing a rabbit off the fresh kill pile.
Spotting Scorpionfang's familiar dark pelt and curled tail, Marigoldflame narrowed her green eyes. She walked straight past him in the most obvious and furious way that she could, bef
Fullmetal Kingdom ~ Chapter 106
Chapter 106: Cold Comfort
Donald continuously blew up every Transmutation Circle he could find!
"QUAKE…QUAKE!" Donald casts spell after spell, but suddenly, he noticed a few civilians still trying to escape. The duck rushed to them and asked, "Why haven't any of you evacuated the city?! This place could become the next 'Disney on Ice' attraction!" A civilian woman replied, "M-my husband, his leg, IT'S STUCK IN THE ICE!"
Donald sighed and examined the man's leg. He then said, "Stay calm miss, I'll do what I can!" Donald then summoned a small amount of fire on his wand and started melting the ice around the man's leg. Suddenly, Donald noticed a giant emerging from a part of the city. Donald then said, "(sigh) Sora, if you're over there, I hope you can handle that thing without any magic…"
Elsewhere in town, Goofy and the construction workers were also tearing down the Transmutation Circles.
Suddenly, Goofy noticed Maes
Dream Big (G/t RP) You've had weird dreams since you were a little kid. Every morning you woke up with weird, blurred memories, feelings of some sort of progression like the dreams were happening in another world. Still, there had always been a recurring theme that you couldn't place your finger on. Despite all your curiosity, you sleep regularly. TOnight you once again drift off the dreamland in a more literal sense than most...
You open your eyes and look beside you to see someone. Oh yeah, your best friend. You were in your secondary dream world full of normal-sized people and miniatures, full Mesopotamian-style cities that no one is quite sure when they were made. Everyone here knows they're dreaming and they take full advantage, doing the most dangerous activities and waking up in their beds, sweaty and with only fuzzy memories of the previous events.
The smaller people, or "lessers", were seen as
Insomniatic“Move over.” “I’m hungry.” Where is daddy?” “Ow, that was my tail!”
Please be quiet.
“Stop pushing.” “Mommy, he hurt me.” “I don’t like mouse.” “It’s cold.”
Please be quiet.
“Do you wanna play?” “Come back.” “Don’t touch that!” “Don’t scratch your sister.”
“Where’s the food?” “I wanna be leader this time.” “This moss is wet.” “Don’t lick me!”
“I feel sick.” “Stop it!” “Mommy, wake up!” “Where did he go?”
The loud chatter of the nursery suddenly fell silent and all eyes were turned to the small light ginger tom who was panting heavily. The calm and quiet one who never spoke. The one who was too tired to deal with this.
Burningkit turned around and ran out of the nursery, Will
Overlord - Elven Language - 'Evarsi'Basics
- Evársi is a fusional language (like Latin, Greek, German, Russian, French, Irish etc.).
- The word order of Evársi is free, with a few restrictions: adjectives and adverbials are always placed immediately after the word they are attached to. The subject and verb are usually, though not always, mentioned next to one another. The syntactic order of Evársi is usually: subject-verb-object, but it can be rearranged as desired.
- Word combinations are separated by an apostrophe, e.g. arti'telisia (weaving-(of)-blades). Much older words where the word combination has just become a normal word looses the apostrophe.
- Vowels with an circumflex accent [^] above (e.g. trilâis) indicate that the vowels have to be pronounced separately rather than as a diphthong. - i.e. 'tril-a-is'
- Evársi normally places the stress on the first vowel in a given word, when this is not the case it is indicated with an accent on the stressed vowel
Just One Sparrow“Russetmoon, Eagletalon, Saplingheart, Bumblewhisper, Finchpaw, Morningpaw. You’re on DawnClan border patrol. Eagletalon, you’re the patrol leader. Dullsky, Quietbrook, Rockfall, Goldflame, Blazewhisker. You’re on FireClan border patrol. Dullsky, you’re in charge. Marigoldflame and Skylily. Take your apprentices out for battle training, along with Coyotepaw. Scratchpad, Endlessrain, Scorpionfang, Sorrelfox, Silversoul, Vixenpaw, Puddlepaw, and Clearpaw. You’re on hunting patrol. Sorrelfox, you’re in charge. Everyone, move out.”
The cats that had gathered for patrol all gathered into their respective groups and followed the leaders out into the forest to do their assigned jobs. Spiceshadow sighed softly and turned to the fresh kill pile. He himself had been on the sunrise patrol and was ready for something to eat.
Nosing through the freshkill pile, he pulled out the perfect rabbit and turned away from it, walking over to the leader’s
Lightning and DeathThere were quite a few advantages to being small. This was indeed one of them.
“Hiccupkit? Hiccupkit? Where did you go?” Breezemoon’s gray paws could be seen from Hiccupkit’s hiding spot between a crack in a large rock that most likely would hide a mouse or squirrel. Breezemoon was being annoying again. Cloudkit. Hiccupkit. Cloudkit. Hiccupkit. His cycle of worry never ended. And Hiccupkit’s cycle of annoyance only grew larger. When Breezemoon’s voice finally faded and his paws were out of sight, only then did Hiccupkit leave his small hiding spot and retreat back into the nursery.
Cloudkit was currently in between Snowbird’s paws as the queen gave her bath, Brightkit had been outside with Clearpaw, and Leafkit was sleeping. Hiccupkit flicked his ears and moved to join his sister in the nest for a nap, only for Snowbird’s tail to swipe in front of him and stop him. “Hiccupkit, would you like a bath next? You look filthy? What
In the beginningIn the beginning of all existence, there was but one world in one universe in one reality. It was a world or perfect order and balance, a world that knew not chaos or disharmony. Above and below and all around was naught but grey, an universe where nothing moved save for one thing, a keeper if you may, omnipotent, and in as perfect balance as the world of which it strode. Where its right foot fell, life sprang forth from the grey and empty void, and when its left foot came down, what had been created exactly seven steps before was unwound from existence, utterly destroyed. And so the universe maintained its perfect balance this way for millenia untold, but the keeper grew restless, longing for creation more permanent that the constructs of its aimless wanderings, death and destruction more vibrant than the inevitable fall of it's other foot, for another will beyond its hold.
And so the keeper spoke to Existence, all of creation and destruction, the wellspring of the universe and all th
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