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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
2P!Canada x Reader Fan-Fiction: Amnesia
The day he came back was no ordinary day. In fact, he was standing on the other side of the gates when you and AJ , Allen Jr., walked by.
He set the bouquet of flowers down in front of the stone, taking a knee to examine the engravements closer.
Your son stopped you, tugging on your dress to get your attention.
"Mommy, look! There's a man that looks like me on the other side of the gates", he sqeeked, pointing across the street.
You looked over at the graveyard to your left and tried to make out who it was. Your eyes squinted, trying to get a better eye at the man in red plaid. When you noticed who it was, you nearly dropped your groceries.
"AJ, take the bag", you instructed your child firmly.
Once he had hold of the plastic loops, you picked him up and carried him on your hip, making your way over to the cemetary.
You walked in and hustled over to who you thought it was. Slightly out of breath, you called out the name you haven't heard in over 5 years.
The man responded
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
Dove and Crow (avengers and reader) chapter 13 endYou look at Natasha and Clint as their wings and beak started to disappear quickly, most likely because of how they were the newest subjects to be subjected to the serum. They were currently unconscious from when Crow threw them at each other. Crow’s wings were disappearing slowly and so we’re yours. You had to act quickly, you punched Crow when he got close and made a break for the door but he was faster and got in front where he kicks you in the face. Your vision started to become blurry as your bird eyes were changing to normal. You wished you had your glasses on you. Crow yelled at the Project Cranes as they were close to becoming fully human. “Attack her!” The Cranes responded as they still may be under the Flock’s control somehow. They run at you and start fighting you, one holds your arms behind your back, your wings shrinking every minute. Your talons were already back to your regula
January Boy, Part 6January Boy, Part 6
Setting: The Forest
Date: April 5th, 1994
Time: 3:22 PM PST
Joey walked with his backpack over his shoulder, lazily stopping every few seconds to look at something or just stall. He didn’t want to go home. He rarely ever did these days. The only thing that was keeping him optimistic about anything at all was his little brother. As Franky got older, he got more entertaining and became more of a companion to Joey rather than someone he had to babysit all the time. He had never exactly ‘annoyed’ him, but the constant watching over him was becoming stressful. He wasn’t supposed to be a guardian. That was his mom’s job.
Next to him, Pattie jumped in puddles left over from the rainstorm earlier that day. Joey was wondering how Franky had done with that. He figured he’d probably hid in their bedroom, under a fort of blankets, until the storm passed. Their mother never comforted him. She was always either at work, in her room,
One, Two, ThreeThe sun hadn’t even begun to rise as Spiceshadow, Breezemoon, and Mothtrail sat in the medicine cat den. Mothtrail was shaking slightly in fear, but Breezemoon had kept reassuring the younger tom he was not required to go and that he could do it himself. But since he was still the medicine cat, Mothtrail had agreed to come, but was still uneasy with it.
Spiceshadow’s limp leg had been put into a sling around his shoulder and he had been getting used to using just three paws, but his decision could not be swayed. Breezemoon had agreed to do it, but Mothtrail still wasn’t quite confident enough to do it by himself, so his former mentor was helping. Not to mention Breezemoon was Spiceshadow’s brother. He would be helping even if he was on death row.
Deathsong padded up beside them, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness. “I’ll keep watch over the camp tonight. I’ll make sure you aren’t followed.”
Breezemoon, Spiceshadow, and Mothtrail d
Demons are creatures from the underworld but many say they can travel to different realms, those that are weak cannot live in the mortal world but others who are stronger can live longer and open doors to more realms.
Once a demon enters the mortal world, some of them may take a form from an mortal to disguise themselves and also stop them from being hunted. If they cannot take a form, they can possess a mortal who is weak from anger, sadness or greed. Once they have hold of the host they can walk freely but for the host form itself may become distorted overtime depending on the power that demon gives off.
Some demons, most of the higher ranks can influence and control the actions of mortals to do whatever they want. Pyrokinesis in demons are common and is vital to stay away from, higher demons can exorcised their own kind - lower ranks - from a host but this hardly succeeds. They can harm a mortal by thought and destruction of objects with telekinesis and also self healing.
Adommy: Smile For MeA blonde quietly opened the door of his bedroom and stepped out into the hall way. It was late at night, and he had woken up from a nightmare. It was horrible, the guitarist had still a little bit of fear from it. This was clearly different nightmare than the ones he normally got. Tommy slowly walked down the stairs and tried to keep the sound of crackling as quiet as he could, since he didn't want to wake up Adam at this time. Venting a light sigh, Tommy entered the kitchen and looked up at the clock on the wall above the doorway.
Tommy blinked his optics as if he tried to recognize the numbers, but he could see them clearly. He was just shocked from the dream... his heart still pounding fast in his chest. He didn't want to talk about the dream with Adam... or then the singer would probably freak out as much as he did.
Tommy didn't want him to worry.
The blonde searched through cupboards and found a candle and matches. He lit it to see through the dark, then wandered to a pot and
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
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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