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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,
Nievan languageNievan Language
Part 2-(verbs/ past and ongoing/ placement)
to confuse---------- Bermic (ber-mick)
-confused----------- Bermic'ir (ber-mi-kir)
-confusing---------- Bermic'ov (ber-mi-cov)
to behold----------- Lacrin--(la-krin)
-beheld------------- Lacrin'ir (la-cry-nir)
-beholding---------- Lacrin'ov (la-cry-nov)
to imagine---------- Calren--(call-rin)
--imagined---------- Calren'ir (call-re-nir)
--imagining--------- Calren'ov (call-re-nov)
to wait------------- dai (die)
-waited------------- dai'nir (die-nir)
-waiting------------ dai'nov (die-nov)
to gather----------- spinatol (spin-ah-tohl)
-gathered----------- spinatol'ir (spin-ah-toh-lir)
-gathering---------- spinatol'ov (spin-ah-toh-lov)
to breath----------- cral (crahl)
-breathed----------- cral'ir (crah-lir)
-breathing---------- cral'ov (crah-lov)
to tell------------- laga (la-gah)
-told--------------- laga'nir (la-gah-nir)
-telling------------ laga'nov (la-gah-nov)
to need------------- sanger (sahn-
Experiments - Chapter 19Something happened. Something bad.
There was a misunderstanding and the “camp” that Kylie was supposed to attend was cancelled. Paula Rivvers told Kylie that Gavin had to go somewhere else for a special experiment, but he would be back by next spring.
It was as though someone had driven a knife through Kylie’s heart.
The rainy weather that drowned each day seemed far rainier than any rain anyone knew before.
With senior year on the rise, and the acceptance to a highly acclaimed college for the next fall, and Gavin’s date of arrival back to the home facility pushed back, everything that had happened that one chilly fall became a foggy memory.
. . .
“Kylie Peterson?” There was a voice on the other line that sounded all too familiar, but Kylie couldn’t place it. She had just finished her sixth semester at college, and she was sticking her car keys in her ignition to make the drive back to Martha’s house.
“This is she,” <i>
Experiments - Chapter 20“I’m sorry…” Gavin mumbled for the umpteenth time.
“For the last time,” Kylie blushed, voice quiet. “It’s…okay…” Her face was still tingling from the soft impact of the kiss. “I…I kinda…”
“Kinda what?” Gavin inquired anxiously, certain that she could feel the rampant pulse running through his veins.
“Well…” Kylie chewed on her lower lip, her own heart beating in rhythm with the giant’s – a surprisingly similar rhythm. “Some nights, I would just lie there…in bed, imaging… what would it be like if you kissed me…?”
Gavin exhaled shortly. “Really?” That received a brief nod. “I… I did too… I wondered what it would be like to kiss something so tiny…well, you…”
Kylie had never experienced such a giddy, awkward conversation. She actually liked it – it was much more innocent and lo
Salamence's Kitty Feast (Vore)Salamence’s Kitty Feast (Vore)
NOTES: Originally called "Snorlax's Kitty Feast" but I had mixed feelings that it wouldn't work for the little kittens. Anyways, this is the long-edited story that I keep changing over and over again. For those who stumbled across here, this contains vore, negative comments will be sho--- *clears throat* blocked by me without warning. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
The family of four kitty-dragons decide to head for a stroll through the forest. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry and Mint are exploring the area and the weather conditions are bright and sunny. Not a single cloud in the sky as it is clear as blue. We follow the kitty’s in third-person angles as they follow the narrow pathway. The four kittens are chatting with each other with pleasant conservations.
While walking further and further down the road, they hear *distant snoring* and it’s quite loud. The four has encountered a sleeping giant monster. It is a draconic Pokémon w
Hetalia x Pregnant! Reader - Germany Part Three(Two years later)
“Say mutti.” You told Heidi, your now one year old daughter. She had soft, light blue eyes and wavy hair that was the same color as yours was. She looked at you confused. You tried for the longest time to get Heidi to say mutti, the word you wanted her first word to be.
“Say mu-tti” you said slowly. The only reply you got was another look from her.
You sighed. You didn’t know if she was ever going to say anything. It’s been a whole year and she hasn’t said one word. This worried both you and Ludwig. You looked back and remembered that Ben had always been spot on when he was growing up. He said his first word, started walking, and did many other things right when he was supposed to. So far Heidi has been a little slower. She still crawled and hasn’t started to talk.
You looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost time for Ludwig to be back from picking up Ben from school. You were so glad that he liked the
Magical RemoteIt was last weekend when I found it, probably the coolest and most interesting thing in the world. I found it in my attic. While rummaging through old stuff trying to find something valuable, I stumbled across a remote control. It was coated in dust, I couldn't read what any of the buttons said. So I finished my rummaging and decided that that remote was the valuable thing I had been looking for.
I went to the bathroom and blew most of the dust off into the sink. I then took a washcloth, wetted it, and cleaned it off. It was rectangular and featured two large buttons at the top with ten buttons on each side going down below each of the two large buttons.
I read the buttons. They were labelled as follows:
L Wrist L Wrist
R Wrist R Wrist
L Arm L Arm
R Arm R Arm
L Leg L Leg
Escape Ch:20 leap of faith
the sound that echoed between the two fighters was a small, unsatisfying, click.
The recognizable sound of a empty gun. Eddies look of surprise slowly turned into a look of anger, While Blaires grin shrunk down in fear. Blaire pulled the trigger a few more times, hearing only small clicks from the empty gun.
Waylon watched as the air around them changed, turning darker as Eddies position changed. He recalled all the times Blaire shot at him in the maze, all 6 bullets zooming by him. Only one bullet managed to actually hit him, the last one Blaire had.
A wide grin on Eddie grew, being so large it would make the Cheshire cat jealous. Blaire swung at him with his gun, missing when Eddie dodged it. Eddie smashed a fist into Blaires chest, snaps and cracking being heard over the rain. Blaire fell to the ground, letting out a wheezing groan, coughing up blood after.
Waylon couldn’t watch anymore after that. Eddie was going to torture Blaire and he didn’t think he had the st
See You Again (Hug a giant day 2014)“He’s gotta be out here somewhere.” I said scratching my head. “Ugh. I hope I didn’t come out here for nothing. This better not be one of those stories that parents tell little kids to make them behave.” That didn’t seem like the case though. The whole town had heard about the “evil” and “dangerous” monster that had been spotted in a nearby forest. However, it was obvious that this “monster” wasn’t as monstrous as people said. In fact, he wasn’t even a monster. He was actually just a giant. People would get angry whenever I would say that. “There’s no such thing as “just” a giant!” They would argue. I didn’t understand why though.
Most of the people in the town had never even seen the giant, and the few who had were hunters and those who wanted to kill the giant to end the problem permanently. Some even went in mobs and would come back claiming to have in
The Asaramae This is a collection of ideas for the concept of the Asaramae. Might get changed in the future and details will be added. No particular order, even though I try to keep it as organized as possible.
Name of species: Asaram (male), Asarama (female), Asaramae (plural)
Kserogh is a big earth-like planet in the Mareh-System. It has three main continents and small oceans only. Unlike the earth. Kserogh is mainly covered with landmasses and does not have that much open water. The vegetation is very different, depending on the climate zone / continent and the lifeforms have adapted to those, like it is on the earth. The weather is a lot more extreme though and varies from climate that can be compared to the ice age on our own planet to deserts with unbelievable heat.
The Asaramae are spread all over the planet and adapted to every cimlate rather well.
They are humaoid lizard-like beings who give birth to their babies though while those are not lactated though.
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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