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Drahal, the World of Joining.Imagine this for me:
A world both infinitely far away and alien to you, yet just before you - and so similar in so many ways. It has seen the birth of gods, wars of angels, times of peace, hardship, suffering - and times of great love. Heroes come and go, carried to this world where technology and magic are one and the same, their adventures becoming but faded legends, in time.
Populated over time by many races, from many realms - from Humans to Kree'th, and from Mice to Dragons - creatures you will never be able to imagine and you probably will never see.
It is a world of great beauty, lush green forests, towering snow-capped mountains. Huge lakes and the grand oceans beyond. Things those heroes fought to protect from great evils. This world has long since forgotten it's old purpose, it's origins, and has made it's own story.
I'm telling you about this because I know this is the last time I will ever see it, in this form at least. It's become... like a second home for me, where I was
DRAHAL - This New Covenant
Knock us down and tear us apart, destry our hope and faith in you, for we have eachother now. The stars will set on an age of war and rise to face the age of the New Covenant. Now you are the one who must stand against all of us, as we rebuild what once was from the ashes of a once-great empire of Drahal.
Halo The Eternal Honour previewThis is the Beginning of Your End
November Second, 2552
The Sangheili Elites. Since the beginning of the Covenant, they were the protectors of the San 'Shyuum. They gave their lives and killed billions for the religion and promises of these Prophets.
The Minister of Peace looked down at the Sangheili Major below him. He sighed, as if he cared about the warrior, and placed a bony hand on her shoulder. She was kneeling before where he had previously been seated, and was glaring with an expression of rage at a hologram of Tel'Xammee; a councillor and former, she considered, friend.
"And you managed to loose the leader of your group, or did you just decide to go rogue?"
"Go rogue?" She looked at the Prophet, a growl escaping her jaws. "Just last time you saw us you were giving us all blessings. Now you say 'Xamm is a criminal, I am a rouge, and 'Moram is a failure of an Honour Guard."
"That doesn't answer my question,
This Story This story starts with a single being.
It was alone in an infinite blackness scattered with fragments of an ancient dead realm for unimaginable lengths of time. Infinitely wise, infinitely powerful, and the last survivor in this dead place. It had existed for such a length of time that it could remember almost nothing of the realm that had existed once before.
It had woken to this near-nothingness not all that long ago, and could remember it had a purpose. It just couldn't quite remember what that purpose was, as if it's past life had been a dream and it had been woken suddenly. So it wandered the ruined and shattered remains of what it assumed had once been it's home.
In time, it remembered some things, but these were only, really, useless fragments of its past. After searching for so long and finding nothing, it was taken greatly by surprise when it discovered an old, drifting, place that seemed to still be functioning. It dr
LoaC Pt 1: Please Reman Calm. The day had been, thus far, a peaceful one.
It had been almost a month since the last time the Eslaoni attacked the Aschi, but no-one in their military was getting comfortable; indeed, it probably meant they were just massing their forces for a bigger attack than before. The Analyst was a pessimist, and he found it strange that The Creator was so calm. This was their last defendable system, with two colonies and their home world.
For now, however, life was as normal for the Aschi here. The Analyst peered out of a window. No signs of panic, no burning trees and buildings. He made a bubbling sound a sigh then returned to his desk. The Aschi themselves, without their carapace-like shells or armour, seemed somewhere between a frog and a snail. Their skin and flesh was fairly squishy, grey or brown, and often seemed to shift its shape over the basic skeleton of the creatures. They were excellent at jumping and climbing; with powerful legs ha
Prelude to the Ages Beggining.
- Prelude to the Ages -
>> Aschi home-world, home of Qhragu, 'The Creator'.
The sleek building towered above the other pretty little glass structures below, like a great fin breaking water. Narrow glass strips ran along its smooth, narrow surface windows that provided a terrific view of the space elevator not more than a mile away, reaching up out the blue-purple atmosphere into space - as its name suggested. The Creator, however, was watching one of the large glass tanks in the centre of the roughly triangular room.
Inside the smooth water-container was a creature that resembled a squid, though it was small enough for The Creator to carry in her arms.
She herself stood at around seven feet tall, with arms about three feet in length. Her long, thick neck, most of the thickness being provided by the large curving crest on its back, rose to observe the creature. She had called the race 'Kree'th', and the one she held here had been the first to b
A Proper End to Our Fairytale (BENxJeff)"BEN... I think we need to talk."
The albino cyber warder looked up from his book and arched an eyebrow at his husband. Jeff's eyes were hidden behind his long ebony bangs, but still he looked at BEN. BEN hummed in question, putting down his book.
"What about, hon?"
Jeff was silent for several moments, then he leaned back in his chair, casting his gaze out the nearest window. The last bit of the day's sun was casting an orange glow on his white face and setting his greyed eyes on fire. A shrug passed between his shoulders and he sighed.
"We've been in this world for how many years?" BEN looked thoughtful.
"Going on twenty years, now. Crazy, isn't it? I mean, technically I'm like... forty fucking five years old. Once upon a time I didn't think I'd know life past fifteen. But anyways, why do you ask? Is your memory getting as bad as your sight these days?" BEN smirked, but his lips creased downwards when Jeff didn't show any signs of amusement. "
Power of an EmperorMyric knew he had failed.
His men lay dead around him, by the tens of thousands. On the floor in front of him lay his unconscious wife, cut and bloodied by the enemy. Surrounding him billions of Draken soldiers stood. They roared in triumph.
The sinister forms of the Draken commanders surrounded them. The sleek form of Toxin stood laughing licking the horrific poisons on her knives, next to her stood Decapitator, his ancient sword laying at rest, his quiet form ever ready. These two were also backed by the forms of Ravager, his claws outstretched and waiting for the order to kill, and the Soul Monarch, the massive giant standing at the for.
”So little Angel. You have finally fallen, we will be kind and give your wife a quick death, but for you... I’m afraid our master wants a chat” its booming voice echoing an drowning out the cries of the Draken around him.
Myric knelt over Duneyers form, he had tears in his eyes. He hadn’t been able to stop them, his so
DotW RP: Tamarack Meets Venuseto-nyan
It was early in the morning when Venus woke to make her morning rounds. It'd been years since she was apart of a pack, so she still had trouble adjusting to pack life. Her feet tread softly on the soft soil of the den, her eyes roaming over the breathing sleeping bodies of her den mates before she padded out to watch the sunrise. Since the den was at the top of a hill overlooking the sloping valley below, it was the optimum place to watch the day begin. "So yet another day begins..." She sighed quietly to herself before laying down and watching the vivid orange sky fade to pale blue.
Tamarack awoke soundlessly, her eyes blinking open slowly one at a time. She didn't dream that night, so it seemed she had fallen asleep one moment and woke up the next. She stretched out her tiny stubby legs and yawned greatly, curling her small pink tongue before bouncing out of the den, stick poking oddly from her square jaws. She caught a glimpse of a new wol
Los viajes Huzan 2 capitulo 28La batalla entre Cherry y Vívi continúa. Vívi ha derrotado al Exploud de Cherry, y justamente en ese momento, Butamaru evoluciona a Emboar Pero ahora la líder de gimnasio ha sacado a su Lopunny, el cual parece ser su mejor pokemon, y al mismo tiempo, las energías de Vívi comienzan a ceder dada la arena de combate.
VS. CHERRY (Parte 3)
Juez: Batalla 3: Lopunny vs. Emboar. ¡Comiencen!
Vívi: ¡Muy bien, Butamaru vamos a mostrarle tu nuevo poder evolutivo. ¡Usa empujón!
Cherry: *bailando* ¡Vamos, vamos, vamos! ¡Patada de salto ya, Lopunny!
A gran velocidad, Lopunny conecta una feroz patada a Butamaru, evitando que se mueva.
Cherry: El que tu pokemon evolucionase no es garantía de que vaya a derrotar a mi Lopunny.
Vívi: ¡Ya veremos! *bailando* ¡Vamos, Butamaru, usa lanzallamas!
Cherry: ¡Bailar no es suficiente para dar energías! ¡Usa bote!
Violate part 11 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 11 (Sherlock’s POV):
“First of all, we would like to inform you that no one has contacted us and told us anything useful regarding the girl’s past,” Lestrade said, folding his hands in front of him on the table. Sherlock internally rolled his eyes, exhaling loudly. Why so formal all of the sudden?
“…This means we can’t bring her back to her biological parents, which makes adoption the only option here,” Lestrade continued. John’s hands were slightly shaking, Sherlock noticed. They looked sweaty as well, judged by the shiny reflection of the skin. Violet did not seem to notice though, as she kept examine them, carefully touching them with one finger at the time.
“We have received several files from foster homes who would be interested in her, people who are experienced and who seem absolutely ideal for the job of taking good care of her.”
The police officer looked at Sherlock, who frowned. Was he no
War of the Emblem: Ylissean Character WIP
Hair Color: Dark Blue
Eye color: Blue
Alexander is the prince of Ylisse, and is next in line to become the Exalt. He grew up listening to the tales of his Great Grandfather Chrom, whom became the source of inspiration on how to be a great leader for the Halidom of Ylisse. His mark of the exalt was branded on his right hand, which symbolizes his bloodline to the royal family. He learned sword fighting and politics from his father Antares training with his childhood friend Toan, and also made friends with the Western Khan’s daughter Lenoura from Regna Ferox. He wields the Parallel Falchion, the legendary blade, passed down through the generations of the royal family.
Staying committed to his responsibilities as the captain of the Shepards, he was successful in driving out any group of bandits that threatened the kingdom’s villages. His speeches would always bring hope to the people as they listened. He would alwa
That Time of The Month (FInal part) "BEN? Can I feel your belly?"
BEN blinked, looking down to see little Sally looking up at her with big, green puppy-dog eyes. She smiled, lifting the brunette onto her lap. Her baby bump was starting to show, and even though she was only just starting her second trimester, the cyber ghost was an anxious mess. But seeing Sally's hand against her stomach, so gentle and innocent, her anxiety eased a bit, and she relaxed.
Suddenly, Sally pulled back, fear in her eyes. BEN tilted her head. "What's wrong, Sal?"
BEN gazed at her for a moment before laughing and hugging her.
"That's just the baby's way of saying hello and that it can't wait to see it's big sister!" BEN explained, watching a huge grin spread across Sally's face.
"Hey, now, don't think that the baby's the only one who's excited to get here, you two." Jeff yawned as he padded into the living room, setting down on the couch and kissing BEN's cheek. Sally
Violate part 10 (John's POV)Violate, part 10 (John’s POV):
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this earlier?” John whispered, scrolling down until he could see Lestrade’s name on Sherlock’s phone screen. On the inside he was about to burst out in anger. He wanted to scream. Sherlock just bit his lip, apparently he did not know what to say. John clenched his teeth. He felt so… Angry and shocked and frustrated all at the same time, he didn’t know what to do. This afternoon a bloody police man would actually come and pick them up; this afternoon! And Sherlock had known about this and not told him!
“If you think I’m in any way alright with this-“
“I know you’re not, you’re irritated. Your ears turned red again,” Sherlock replied, pointing at John’s ears, then immediately looking down at his feet again as if he had already regretted what he had just said. John’s eyebrows dropped even more downwards than the
La brune regardait la blonde discuter avec les autres membres du groupe. Elle avait encore du mal à assimiler qu'elle s'était émanciper du corps de Salia. Il faut dire que cela faisait que quelques heures. Cela lui ouvrait tellement de possibilités maintenant. Elle allait pouvoir se venger ! A cette idée, un sourire froid s'afficha sur les lèvres de Junon.
The Surreal ROMAC fanfics 10th.2.2012SNIPPY'S BAGEL AND THE EXPLODING BOOBS.
Snippy looked out over the wasteland, eyeing his far-off prize.
THE SACRED BAGEL.
The sniper saw Pilot, and cried out in horror as he saw the less sane man bellyflopping-swirly-swirly, toward the bagel at lighting speed.
Suddenly, Eric and Pube and the prostititeseses from Fable III began to rain from the sky, Eric landed union Pilot, and he turned into a rainbow, then exploded, spraying ninja juice all over.
Snippy saw his chance, and ran for the bagel.
Suddenly, an asian Mulan barbie caught under Snippy's shoe. Snippy fell and started to cry.
He watched helplessly as Captain picked up the bagel, then looked at him, blankly.
The Bagel crew crab-like legs, which shot out, as if growing at lightning speed. Tentacles flew from it's hole and engulfed the Captain.
The Cancer-bagel ate Snippy.
All the ROMAC OCs watched.
"What the hell are we doing here?" RQ-4 asked.
"Eating pie, remember." Scientist said.
Then they all exploded.
And the pie was all al
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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