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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
DotW - RP: Tamarack Meets DeluButtGrapes
The rain that drummed along the roof of the main den echoed in Tamarack's larger then average ears. She had been cooped up in that dusty place for most of the day because Lyn had asked her to, and of course she listened, but the young female was dieing of boredom. She rolled over several times, groaning, trying to think of SOMETHING to do. Perhaps if she was lucky another wolf would waltz into the main den to escape the rain and she'd have someone to play with.
Thunder rolled in the distance, and the puddles that formed outside were calling to Tamarack, but she knew better then to go against Lyn's requests. She wanted to always be a good girl in her adoptive mother's eyes, and a good girl she would stay. If only she had some company this whole ordeal would be much more bearable.
Lyn had recently pulled Delu aside and asked him if he would like to help care for a pup that she had found. Of course, Delu was ecstatic about the idea! It hadn't bee
NestingIf you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing an excavator unearth a huge mound of dirt, how it all falls in where the earth is no more, then you know what it’s like to see a golden belly wake up in the morning. The dirt, trash and broken items that they normally pile up around them over time, like a bed of refuse and chaos, gets shifted around as the troll finally stands. It was upon watching this display that I realized Matilda had accumulated a large amount of shit in the corner of the room, how she managed to do it without me realizing it, I still don’t understand. I am a very fastidious person, I mean I get on my fiancée for leaving her bras sitting on chairs in the house sometimes.
The odd thing about it however was the way she was piling it, as if she were making a fortress of just crap and some of the most random items I’ve ever seen. One in particular caught my eye and I had to go over and pick it up to make sure it was really there.
DotW RP: INFECTEDButtGrapes:
There was a break in the seemingly never ending rain that evening, though the earth was still a soggy mess of mush. The black and golden male made his way sulkily through camp, his broad muscles rippling underneath his thick, damp pelt. He had northern genes, therefor longer then average fur plus humidity did not equal fun times for the male. He felt as if he were carrying an extra twenty pounds, and it made him more irritable.
As of late, he had noticed a strong deterioration in the pack's system, and that was a straight up effect of Roman's fading age. It wouldn't be long before the old alpha would croak, but Stallion couldn't waste any second he could get to earn brownie points. He stopped just outside the main den, which reeked of different kinds of herbs and.. blood? Very faint blood. Someone must have given him a present or something. "Roman, sir." He called in, his olive green eyes resting on the rugged white figure of his alpha in the corner of the den, uncomfo
Man of Fire He was a man of fire.
Simple as that, but this made no sense to him.
Though he was the embodiment of fire, Kin Fai liked to look at the ocean. All the other fae knew where to find him if he was greatly needed. Just go to the coast, at the very edge of the burning hot desert at dawn or dusk, and you shall find him either towering as he stood or seated cross legged leaning forward as he watched the prideful sun change the sea's color to orange as it shimmered away in the horizon.
But this. . . this was different to him.
Kin Fai loved to play, and before him was a small little desert fox playing in the waters on the wet beach, cooling its already wet pale yellow fur on the wet waves.
He wanted to join with his desert brother and jump in the water, splash around and dance with him.
But he could not.
This made no sense, why fire cannot play in the sea.
Violate part 9 (Sherlock's POV)Violate part 9 (Sherlock’s POV):
~ 12 DAYS LATER ~
“…No, when was it? 20 minutes ago? Something like that. Anyway, she won’t wake up and if she does, you just do as I told you, but com’on…” John grabbed his purse on the table, continuing:
”You know I’ll be back in an hour, tops. Mrs. Hudson will be back here in no time, and by the way it was you who insisted I should be the one changing her and buying food and diap-“
“Sshh, I get it, John, stop talking! I can’t think when you start one of your monologues, it’s like a buzzing noise inside my mind!” Sherlock hissed from down where he was lying on the sofa, placing his fingers on his temples, closing his eyes as if he were suffering from a bad headache.
“You always start worrying when I’m about to leave the flat! You think you won’t be able to handle her and you’ve complained like a hundred times already-“
Shadow Blood and Deep Silence chapter 3 A New Home
Shadow Blood and Deep Silence chapter 3 : A New Home: Kokoa's pov Slender Mansion? i never heard of this place i said. I,m not surprised not alot of people know about this place said Zilla with a disappointed look on her face. Suddenly the mansion doors opened and this tall,thin,faceless guy stood. Welcome back miss Shadow Blood said the guy than he looked at me than back at Zilla and said who is this young lady? this is my friend Kokoa Miyuki said Zilla its a pleasure to meet you i'm Slender Man now please come in. Come on i want to show you some friends of mine Zilla than grabed my hand and pulled me inside the
Love Stage =3LELLEOEOLEDOLOLCX (?
bueno..........¡LOVE STAGE BITCHE'S! (?
es que estoy leyendo ese manga y es como sdfgyhjkl =3
LINK DE LA LISTA DE CAPITULOS ONLINE (porque los quiero y quiero que disfruten de esta hermosura *w*)
http://submanga.com/Love_Stage!/p1 http://submanga.com/Love_Stage!/p2 xD
Chains WIPHoy habia alfin algo que hacer, se contaba por toda la ciudad un rumor de una nube misteriosa que hacia que los aviones que por ahi pasaban se perdieran, ni rastros, ni comunicaciones, solo probablemente 68 personas aproximandamente muertas. De esta nube se veian destellos verdes y entre todo eso una sombra joven, era obio, se trataba de un demonio.
Daniel esperaba en un sofa a un lado de la puerta, ya vestido y viendo hacia el pastillo, jane salio de su habitacion abrochando su camisa de botones y doblando las mangas hacia arriba, mostrando asi una pequeña parte de su tatuaje, se acerco a daniel aun arreglandose el cabello.
-No lo entiendo- procedió a hablar daniel
-¿que cosa?- preguntó jane aun peinando su cabello
-Te tardas mas de media hora arreglandote para alfinal volver a casa mas desarreglada que antes de los 30 minutos- admitió
-¿Y te preocupas por eso?-
-Algo asi- dijó mirando hacia otro lado sonrojado
-Entonces eso me da buenas esperanzas s
Violate part 8 (John's POV)Violate part 8 (John’s POV):
“She’s already asleep,” John whispered, closing the door to his bedroom, where Violet was lying peacefully with the dummy in her mouth. Mary just smiled at him, reaching for her tea cup, so that she could bring it to the sink.
“Just leave it there, Mrs. Hudson would get furious if she found out I’d let you do the dishes,” John continued.
“Right, alright,” Mary smirked. John placed his cup in the sink as well, leaning in and planted a solid kiss on Mary’s mouth. He could feel how her lips were smiling upwards.
“W-what?” he laughed, kissing her again. She giggled, lightly shaking her head.
“Oh, nothing,” she replied, stroking his arm. John could not stop smiling at her pink cheeks.
“It’s just… I promised Sarah… You met her here the other day…”
“… When we went grocery-sho - yeah, yeah, I remember her…”
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
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